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Chapter 497 Happy Guy

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Happy hoped the guys hadn't had too much fun with Esai before he got to the motel room and could join in. Esai was sitting quietly in a chair well away from the door. He hadn't pissed his pants yet, so the fun hadn't started.

Tig and Chibs were standing near Esai while Juice, Kozik, Bobby and Opie were sitting on the brown flowered bedspread. Jax and Clay were standing looking at Esai. Happy took a chair close to Esai so he would be ready when the fun started.

"We can do this one of two ways," Clay said genially. "First, if you yell or try to escape, we'll knock you out, put duct tape across your mouth and you will automatically get the hard option."

Happy had a feeling the hard option involved pain, suffering and general fun for him. He hoped that Esai would pick that option.

"For your options, we can torture you, cut you up and generally make you wish you were dead over the next couple of days," Clay said pausing to allow his words to sink in.

Happy's eyes glowed with excitement. Take this option, take this option, Happy chanted inside his head. He didn't understand why Esai got options. Most of the time, he just beat or cut the guy until he died. This option business was new and he didn't like it.

"I hope the other option is better," Esai said.

Most of the guys chuckled except Happy who didn't understand why this was funny.

"Or, we can give you a syringe that has enough heroin and fentanyl in it to kill twenty people. We're offering you a nice easy death because we feel bad that your daddy betrayed you," Clay said.

Esai was silent as he thought about this revelation.

"I should have fucking guessed it was a trap, but I got rid of the phone and there was no way you could have followed me because I watched for someone."

"There was a GPS tracker in the ID and we planted another tracker on you when that little guy bumped into you," Jax said. "Your father sold you out to us. Get some pay back and tell us all about his operations and you can have a nice soft death."

"Any chance there could be an option that lets me live?" Esai asked.

"No," the guys answered in unison.

"You tried to wipe out SAMCRO. We can't let you walk away from that," Clay said. "You know how this is played."

"And it wasn't just at the pub. You tried to blow us up at the chair factory too," Jax added.

"I'm not any better at planning than Salazar," Esai said sadly.

"Where is Salazar?" Clay demanded.

"I don't know. If I did know where he was, I'd kill the bastard. We were supposed to come in that side door and shoot you guys, but his idiot brother forgot to unlock the door."

"MC battles happen," Jax said calmly. "What never happens is we go after old ladies. You went after my old lady and that's reason enough for you to die."

Esai sucked in his breath. He ran a shaky hand over his face.

"Look, Teller, I know you won't believe me, but I never intended to hurt her or . . . do anything to her. I came up with this plan that if I could talk to someone in the Sons, I might be able to make a deal with you. I didn't think I'd be able to grab a Son, so I thought if I could take either your old lady or Morrow's, I might be able to get her to at least hear me out and tell you that I wanted to make peace with the Sons."

"My old lady took care of me when you shot me in the ass. I don't think she would have been in any mood to listen to you," Jax said.

"I should have spent some time target shooting," Esai said bitterly. The guys chuckled. "The Mayans are terrible shots because my father doesn't make the guys practice shooting."

"What do you want to do?" Clay demanded. "Tell us all about daddy or die a slow painful death?"

"My father sold me out, I might as well return the favor," Esai said. He then began to spill his guts about everything he knew about the Mayans.

The longer he talked, the longer he lived.

Happy was bored. He didn't agree with this giving Esai a choice shit. You try to kill the Sons and you should die a slow painful death. He wasn't pleased that there wasn't going to be any violence. He wasn't interested in the Mayans and what they were doing. That was for Clay and Jax.

Happy owed Esai in an odd sort of way. When he'd slid underneath hay truck on his bike, he'd gone to the hospital and met the woman of his dreams Nurse Debbie. She'd given him a rough sponge bath and he'd been hooked on her particular brand of pleasure and pain ever since.

When he left the hospital, she'd slipped her phone number into his hand. He didn't play games with women. He called her that night and gone over to her place the next night. She was wearing a long black robe when she let him into her small house. She asked him if he'd been a bad boy. He admitted he had been a very bad boy.

She'd frowned at him and told him bad boys had to be punished. She'd led him through some sliding glass doors into the backyard and into what used to be a single car garage. She unlocked a side door and let him into the room.

When she flipped on the lights, Happy moaned with excitement. The room was painted entirely in black. There were chains, a rack of whips and various pieces of equipment including handcuffs.

"Take off your clothes," Nurse Debbie ordered only now he was supposed to call her Mistress Debbie.

Happy stripped quickly. He'd never had an erection harder than when she chained him naked to the wall for the first time.

She'd slipped off her robe revealing she was wearing a black leather cat suit and black boots. The contrast between the sexy dominatrix outfit and the prim and proper gray haired bespectacled nurse was a contrast that Happy found incredibly exciting.

She'd whipped him that night making him pay for being such a bad boy and he'd loved every painful second of it. Nothing beat that combination of the bite of the whip and the pleasure it unleashed.

He was such a bad boy; he had to do see her two or three times a week to get corrections. Just recently, she'd added something new to these punishment sessions—sex. It was the best sex of his life. He couldn't get enough. He'd been with younger, sexier, prettier girls but no one could give him pleasure like Debbie. His body still ached from last night and he loved it. He could hardly wait to see her again.

Suddenly a phone rang, intruding on Happy's thoughts.

"OK, we'll be there," Juice said.

"What is it?" Clay demanded.

"Chuckie. He thinks some hood rats are trying to steal our cars."

"Jax," Clay said.

"I've got it," Jax said pulling on his leather gloves. "Chibs, Happy, Opie, Juice let's go."

Jax grabbed the keys to Esai's little car.

"What about me?" Tig asked. "I should come with you."

"You're with me," Clay said to Tig as Jax and the guys ran out the door.