WARNING.

Descriptions of rough sex and consensual nonconsent.

If you're uncomfortable please skip.

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Happy couldn't get her out of his fucking head. Her ass hugged by those jeans, her fat tits pushed up and those god damned tattoos. The way she pushed that knife into his neck and drew blood. He was heated and enthralled. She moved like she knew what to do and how to draw more than a little blood.

All of it got his dick hard and every time she popped into his head it got harder. He wanted to chase her down and wrap his hand around her throat while she fought him hard. In his dreams, she couldn't walk or remember any name but his by the time he was finished with her.

He needed to see her again, get her out of his mind, and hopefully onto his dick.

"Where you going, Hap?" Jax called out from the bar with a beautiful blonde woman on his arm.

He grunted, "A ride," before walking out of the clubhouse with the keys to his bike in hand

Straddling his beauty between his legs felt like home. Where he belonged, when she purred under him it made the tension in his body float away as he roared down the road toward his devil woman.

When he turned onto her neighbourhood his dick hardened. Her beautiful face popped into view walking down the street. she was wearing sweats and a baggy shirt and still, she was perfect. He pulled over immediately and waved, "Hello."

She turned to him with raised brows, "Hey handsy. How's the neck?"

"Just fine. Where are you going?.

"Appointment."

"Want a ride?"

She regarded him skeptically, "Are you going to kidnap me?"

He shook his head.

"Alright." She gave him the address and straddled his bike behind him. Her arms wrapped around his waist, resting on his hips.

He hoped she wouldn't near him groan over the rumble of his bike. Driving was the last thing on his mind as he went through town. He wanted her to drop her hands lower and pop him out of his jeans.

He took a long way and kept her wrapped around him for five extra minutes. When it was time for her to go he turned off his bike and followed her.

"Got a knife on you today?" he mumbled

She grinned, "You want to see it again?"

Happy couldn't help but nod.

She reached into her shirt and pulled at her blade. About five inches long and sharp.

"Why do you need it?"

She shrugged and placed it back under her shirt before walking into the tattoo shop.

"Hello," a young blue-haired woman said from behind the counter, "You Velia?"

"Yep."

Happy watched as she filled out paperwork and then followed her to the back. He watched her pull her sweats down and expose a blank patch on her hip and ass.

He sat in silence just watching her for over three hours. She took the needle like a champ, not a single whimper or complaint slipped past her sweet lips.

If he wasn't attracted to her before he was now, and even more so after another three hours when she was paying.

"Ride?" he asked outside the shop

She looked him over carefully, "Yeah."

He led her to his bike and they got on together. Her arms settled around his waist again as they rode in silence, taking the long way again.

When they arrived at her home he helped her off. As her hand closed around him he felt the warmth of her body travel through his setting off a chain reaction in his body. They walked together to her door and stopped before she left him.

Her eyes were a golden brown. Comparable to the sweetest homemade brownies, to crisp leaves that fall in the midwest, and to the most delicious mole his mother used to make him.

"Did it hurt?" he whispered

She laughed lightly, "What? When I fell from heaven."

"No, the tattoo."

"Ah. It hurt like a son of a bitch."

Now he was confused, "But you didn't cry."

"I asked him to do it and paid for it. No way was I going to bitch out."

"Hmm," He walked away contemplating what she was. Who she is.

Velia watched him walk away and get on his bike. Happy looked back only once. They stared at each other for a moment before he drove away.

All she could think of was how weird he was. Quiet, intimidating, and strange. With a name like Happy, shouldn't he smile more? Talk more?

It was almost like talking to a stone wall. Staring into dark brown eyes, almost black in any light. He seemed to always be deep in thought, often staring into space.

Thoughts of him invaded her mind. She wanted to get him for laying a hand on her without permission, but a part of her wanted to know more, to understand him. She shook her head, riding her thoughts of him. She had more important things to deal with. G was calling soon and she needed to mentally prepare herself to answer the phone.

His was a voice that she never wanted to hear again. They were going to talk business and that was all. She wouldn't let him break her again. No one would. Deep down she knew that it would be fine. It was only a phone call, not like he could see her, or intimidate her.

The hours passed slowly. She applied for jobs, any available job. That was why she was there, to begin with. To move on while her brother learned the ropes. Then when he was ready she would retire in a nice classroom and this quiet town.

All she had to do was remember that and everything would be fine.

The clock struck five as the sun began to climb in the sky but the phone did not ring. Not even twenty minutes later did it ring, so she climbed into bed.

It wasn't until her head hit the pillow around seven in the morning did it go off.

Angrily she snatched the phone from its hiding place inside her bed table, "Who do you think you fucking are?" she growled

"Aww wee lass, did I wake you?" G purred into her ear his Irish accent thick and heavy

"Tell me what you want."

"Always about business. Can't we catch up? Like old times?"

"No. Get to the point before I hang up."

He sighed, "Your brother is fucking idiot. Your men lost one of our largest shipments. We need payment. Now." His friendly tone was gone now, replaced with frustration and anger.

"How much?"

"Eight Hundred thousand."

"Fine. Give us a few months to work it out."

"Months? It's already been months. Your brother promised us payment on the twenty-second of this month."

"That's three weeks away."

"Your brother had six months, complain to him."

Her blood was boiling now, "You'll get your money." Before he could jab in anything else she hung up.

Her body was shaking with rage. In her blind fury, she booked her ticket back to New York. Her suitcase was packed by noon and she was leaving in a few hours, running on no sleep at all, only anger.

No one back home knew she was returning, and that's exactly how she wanted it. The phone call with G had her shaking with rage.

When ten rolled around her cab pulled up to the curb. Thankfully it was a new driver because the last thing she wanted to deal with was that same perverted cab driver.

After locking her door she took one last look at her home against the late afternoon sun and wished she were back already.

"Where you going sweet stuff?" A deep rumbling voice called out to her

Turning only a fraction she saw Jax and Opie standing near the curb.

Her eyes rolled of their own accord and she did her best to ignore them. That was until Opie blocked her path, "Where you going?"

With the best resting bitch Face she'd ever conjured she glared, "A trip."

His tough-guy act cracked with his smile and Jax slid in to help her load her bag into the cab.

"My mom sent us over to ask you to dinner tomorrow night."

"I won't be back until next Saturday"

Jax's low whistle rang out as the trunk slammed, "Why so long?"

"My brother is in the hospital."

Opie stepped up, "What happened?"

"Is he okay?"

"He's fine. I just have to take care of a few things."

They shared a look and a nod, "We'll get going. We'll look after your house while you're gone."

"I'll tell Gemma you'll come to dinner next week when you're back."

Velia nodded, "Thanks."

Almost like a gentleman Opie opened her door and helped her inside before shutting the door, "Have a good flight"

The taxi driver was off a moment later in blessed silence. The whole ride in silence.

The airport however was not silent. The plane ride involved three babies and a never-ending string of terrible Hallmark movies. By the time the plane touched down in New York her head was pounding like a teenager playing the drums for the first time.

The cab ride to the tower went much better. The driver was silent, and when they arrived she tipped him an extra fifty.

The tower was just as beautiful as she remembered gazing up at it. Shining like a star against the pitch-black night.

The doorman Daniel bowed, "Ms. Sokolova we weren't expecting you."

"Don't worry no one was and I would appreciate it staying that way."

He caught her drift and nodded, "Yes, ma'am."

Quickly the door opened revealing a calling golden light blanketing the inside. She strutted in with her back straight and her shoulders back, sending cold looks to anyone brave enough to meet her gaze.

George, their building manager, smiled in pleasant surprise, ", what a surprise! What brought you back so soon?"

"Business."

"I'll alert your brother right away."

Before he could turn she waved it away, "No thank you. Please take me up to the office."

"Floor seventy, correct?"

"Yes, George. Thank you."

Flustered he did as he was told and rode with her to the requested floor. The elevator let her out onto the private floor, he smiled a farewell and left her alone to 'business'.

The elegant eggshell walls led her to the office. As she approached she came across her favourite people.

Not able to help herself she screeched, "Gregori, Sasha!"

"Velia?" Their deep thick Russian accents questioned

"Of course! Who were you expecting?"

"Not you."

"You're supposed to be in California."

A wicked smile curled her lips "I need to see Liam."

Matching frowns downed their expressions, "He is in a meeting." Sasha explained

"It's nearly midnight," her eyes narrowed, "Is he fucking some stripper again?"

They shrugged.

"That son of a bitch. Come with me, I need your help."

"With what?"

"Just follow me and you'll see," She promised, "Can I trust you?"

They saluted with their right fist over their hearts, "Aye. You know our loyalty lies with you."

"Good. We have business."

They followed her into the main office. Their every thought is interrupted by wailing moans and the occasional 'Oh God'. When they arrived her brother was sitting in their fathers chair with a blonde skank bouncing on is dick.

"Don't stop on my account." She announced prowling the dim room

A shrill scream echoed out as the whore fell to the floor.

"Shit, V. What are you doing here?" her brother stammered fixing himself as the woman scooped up her clothes

"I came to say hello Liam. Can't a sister drop in?"

"That isn't you, V."

"I had a chat with G. After that I knew I was needed here."

The woman ran from the room butt ass naked leaving them alone.

"Fuck! What did Galen tell you?"

"Everything." She hissed pulling an old baseball bat from behind the chair innocently sitting in the corner of the room.

"I can explain! I have over half the money already." he panicked, backing away as if she were a wild animal.

At this moment she might have been.

She gestured with her bat to her brother, "Sasha, Gregori."

They moved together quicker than lightning and snatched up both his arms presenting him to her.

Prowling closer she asked, "Why were the guns lost in the first place?"

Her brother's eyes went wide, "Well… you see… they.."

Velia waited patiently.

"They aren't really lost." he blurted

The final straw went up in flames, "What do you mean they're not lost?"

Gregori twisted his arm back forcing a cry to break her brother's lips like music.

"I thought they would forgive me and send another shipment," another scream broke free, "I thought I could make us money."

She was on him in an instant then her bat swinging for us knees, "You betrayed the IRA!" Her words were intensified by a swing between them, "You. Stupid. Reckless. Idiot."

By now all that could be heard were his screams. Gregori and Sasha dropped him now that his legs were broken and stood back to watch as their dearest friend pounded into her brother, bruising and ripping at his skin.

Filled with bloodlust now she pulled out the blade from under the nearby rug and held it to his neck as he cried, "Where are they, Liam?"

"Warehouse on the edge of the city, near the water." he admitted as tears free fell down his face

"Sasha, send our people there. Gregori call Galen and tell him his shipment was found but leave out the details."

"Aye." they replied in unison

"Oh, and Sasha call our doctor. We'll need him soon." She ordered, calmly pulling the knife down her brothers neck deep enough to scar but not kill

Her trusted men left without a word. Gregori would remain close but he would not interfere with her punishment. He would simply relish joyfully in his screams.

Velia cut his skin apart piece by piece leaving only his intimate areas untouched. She didn't want to contract a disease.

The tip of his tongue was safely in a plastic bag, a treat for Sasha's dog, and his tattoos neatly filleted by the time their long standing doctor arrived.