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Happy followed behind Clay and Quinn, his eyes taking everything in on the road. A conclave was the perfect time for an enemy to attack. As a club enforcer Happy was more than ready to kill any idot stupid enough to try. So far though the roads had been clear.

The conclave was a big deal. There were forty three charters of the Sons of Anarchy all over the world, most Presidents of these charters tried to get there when a conclave was called. The place would be packed and Clay was hosting the traditional after party when the meeting had finished. Happy wasn't sure if SAMCRO was ready for that. He was sure Bella wasn't, she had planned on sipping water all evening, that shit wouldn't fly. He was going to stick by his words that he'd said earlier though, he was going to have her in his room up against the door before they partied. No one would be guessing who she belonged to as he made her scream his name.

It was a good run out to their meeting place. An old bar that the Sons owned in the middle of nowhere. He knew it would have been stocked up for this particular meeting, otherwise the bar was only open on weekends.

A few miles out and Happy nodded as other Harley's joined them, making a convoy as they drove down the dusty but well maintained road to the shit hole bar.

Outside the bar several enforcers and some prospects stood with firearms, waiting to protect their presidents.

Happy parked up next to Quinn.

Nodding to the enforcers he knew and scowling at the prospects, Happy followed Quinn into the bar.

It was already full of men milling around and chatting. All the tables had been pushed into the middle to make one long table. A gavel sat at the head where Clay, as the President of Redwood Original would sit.

"Quinn, what's the Tacoma killer doing here?" Hopper asked with a frown while nodding to Happy.

Happy noted more than one President looked at him in confusion and some with worry. Happy kept his feelings and emotions off his face and didn't speak a word. He had never expected to be at one of these meetings as more than a guard outside or someone to clean up afterwards.

"Clay told him to come," Quinn said shortly, picking up two beers off the bar and passing one to Happy.

"Shit, that doesn't bode well. Wonder who screwed the pooch?" Hopper said, his eyes firmly on Happy who glanced back briefly. Hopper seemed worried. It made Happy wonder just what the President had been up to in order to make him this scared. Some shit had happened, that much he was sure of.

Happy followed Quinn around for the next thirty minutes before Clay sat at the table and banged the gavel. The meeting was starting. Silence reigned as the hardened men sat at the table, Quinn and Happy up by Clay's right as the man had insisted.

"I'm happy to see so many of my brothers were able to join us today. You have my thanks and my love," Clay started saying to the smokey room. Nods followed his words. "I called this meeting because I want to discuss changing one of the bylaws of our brotherhood."

"Why is the Tacoma Killer here then Clay?" Monroe asked, Happy and Monroe got on well enough, Happy had helped him out more than once.

"Because, depending on the way this goes this involves him too," Clay said, his voice taking on an authoritative edge. Happy took a deep breath, this could only be about his Spitfire. He had thought as much but having it all but confirmed, damn.

"What is it you want us to vote on brother?" Coiley asked, he was the British representative, having flown from Manchester and having the vote of the Newcastle president as well. His accent was so strong it took Happy more than a moment to decipher his words.

"I want us to allow women into the club," Clay said.

Happy and Quinn exchanged a look. Fuck.

"We've had this discussion before, in fact you were one of the ones to vote no," Les Packer said.

"I was, and if we were having the same discussion as we were then I'd say no again. Patching in an Old Lady for no other reason than she wants it is a bad idea. I wouldn't do that. And I still think most pussies couldn't hack it. The one I want to wear a Prospect patch can though," Clay said looking at each individual president as he spoke. He had a commanding presence, one that you had to listen to and acknowledge.

"What's the deal with this bitch then that makes you want to change the rules we've had since the club was founded?" Lee, Tacoma president, looked intrigued more than anything else.

"She's a shit hot mechanic, a sweetie, real cute nice kid and if that were it, I'd just carry on having her work for me. She's the one who brokered peace between the Mayans and the Sons. She saved Tig Trager's life in a shootout and then a car chase. She's been shot twice and still carries on as if it's nothing. She can handle herself. She's Son material," Clay said, sounding like a proud parent. Happy didn't know what to think. He didn't disagree with Clay at all, but he didn't want Bella in this shit. He didn't want her on the front lines where shit could get hard and dangerous. He wanted her safe with the other Old Ladies. However, she could handle herself, that he couldn't deny, and she would probably be a good addition to the club.

"So this gash, she's not an Old Lady?" McGee, SAMBEL's president, asked, making Happy tighten his fists.

"Not exactly," Clay hedged.

"What's tha mean?" McGee sat forward in his chair.

"She's Happy's girl, no ink, no ring though. And she's Quinn's daughter," Clay said honestly. "Quinn nor Happy knew I was bringing this to the table today, I haven't got their blessing nor their opinion. This is solely on her own merit and was an idea my SAA gave me during church. My guys are on board with it though."

"What do Happy and Quinn think?" Hopper asked.

Happy shot a look at Quinn and gave an incline of his head meaning the Nomad prez should speak first.

"I… I don't want this for my daughter," Quinn said with a sigh, his hand going to the beer in front of him. "I love you brothers, all of you. I'd die for you all, my kid though… man I wouldn't want her to take a bullet for anyone and if she got patched, there isn't a club member she wouldn't throw herself in front of. She's loyal as hell, protective and would do anything for her family."

Nods and murmurs surrounded Quinn's declaration. Quinn had made Bella sound even more attractive to this.

"Happy?" Clay asked.

"As my girl, nah, I don't want her in this. Too dangerous, too fucked up. As Bella in her own right? She's smart, quick and learns fast. I've been teaching her shit and she picks it up, she has no fear and no bullshit. Bella would make a great Son, she's what we look for," Happy said honestly while hoping that it was voted down anyway. How could he treat his Spitfire like any other prospect? How could he bark orders at her and get her to clean up after him. It just wouldn't work.

"What about road pussy? That would fuck things up for ya Hap," Lee asked with a smirk.

"Already agreed no road pussy," Happy said, not at all amused his shit was being told to the whole fuckin' club. He scowled as some chuckles came around the table.

"Can the girl even ride?"

"Give me some credit Montaz," Clay scowled at the offending speaker before he lit a cigar and blew out a long plume of blue, grey, smoke. "She can ride."

"No other one percent clubs allow women," Hopper spoke up. "We could lose some of our credit."

"We're the Sons of Anarchy, we follow no one else's rules but our own. Fuck anyone who tries to tell us differently. We'll make them see we're still top dog!" Coiley surprisingly spoke up for that one and was applauded by banging on the table in agreement.

"I hear what you're saying Clay, but how can we be sure that the gash hasn't just turned your guys heads?" McGee asked and Happy once more clenched his fists. Fucking McGee.

"Anyone who wants to stay at SAMCRO and evaluate her is welcome to. If there's a real objection to her, I'll take it off my guy's table. We still got to vote her in as prospect," Clay said, waving a welcoming hand.

"Anyone got any more questions?" Lee asked the table. Mutters came up but no one voiced anything out loud. "Then we vote."

"All in favour of allowing women to prospect for our club?" Clay asked looking from president to president as the vote was cast.

Happy kept up the score, the nays versus the yays.

Quinn and he shared another glance. Fuck.

Clay skipped over Happy with an apologetic shrug which Happy understood, he had no privileges here.

"Quinn?" Clay asked.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath Quinn then answered. "Yay."

Happy breathed out. Out of thirty two presidents ten had voted nay. It wouldn't have mattered what Quinn had said. Bella would be getting her prospect rocker.

"Women are now officially welcomed into the Sons of Anarchy," Clay declared, banging his gavel as the table applauded once more with fists pounding.

"I've got something to bring to the table then," Bertali said seriously. Happy had never worked with that particular president before, didn't know him, but he'd heard good things.

"Floors yours brother," Clay nodded, still puffing on his cigar.

"Black. We have the bylaw that Black can't ride with us. Some of my allies are Black and would be an asset. I think that bylaw should be changed too," Bertali said with an authoritative edge.

Nods of agreement went around the table. Happy with them. He never got the rule. They weren't all white after all. Hell Happy was hispanic, as was Juice and others. No one gave them shit inside the club for it though. Racist bylaws were bullshit.

"Alright, let's vote it," Clay said, kicking off the first yay of the table.

That bylaw also passed surprisingly easily, only seven presidents voting nay. Black was in. This was a momentous occasion for the Sons of Anarchy.

"SAMCRO would like to extend the invitation for you all and anyone you may have brought to join us for a party this evening," Clay said to whoops of delight.

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Bella was getting ready for the party in Happy's room at the clubhouse. She didn't think he'd mind as long as she cleaned up after herself, which she had every intention of doing. He'd given her the spare key a couple of nights ago in case she needed to crash when he wasn't there. Which hopefully soon wouldn't happen except for runs.

Finishing off her makeup she was disturbed by a knocking at the door.

Frowning, she got up and opened it to see Lyla stood there looking like she was close to tears. Bella could hear the thumping music and the loud rumble of voices.

"Hey what's up?" Bella asked, stepping back so Lyla could come in.

"Fucking Ima and her crew are here," Lyla said her head down and her hands shaking.

"Ah, are they being difficult?" Bella asked, closing the door and going back to the mirror. Lyla had told her about Ima and the women she hung around with more than once. Apparently they were particularly nasty putting down anyone who wasn't in their little clique and thinking they ran the damn world. Bella had no time for women like them, it was too close to high school. She had thought by the time high school and college was past people should be old enough not to act like the idiots they had been in school. Some people didn't get that message though.

"They're always difficult, they're positively vile tonight though," Lyla said.

"Why are they here then?" Bella asked with a frown as she put a second layer of mascara on.

"Because the presidents are coming, meaning that anyone Luanne could get here is here. They all want a shot at being the Old Lady of a president," Lyla explained, perching on the edge of Happy's bed.

"Why? What's the difference between being the Old Lady of a president and that of another member?" Bella asked. She didn't see what the appeal was personally. She was Happy's because of him, because of the way he made her feel and how he treated her, not because he was a patched member of the MC. In fact, she thought that traditionally relationships outside of the biker world were better, the woman didn't have to agree to be anything but an equal and didn't have to agree to have a man run around on her with no reprisals.

"If you're a president's Old Lady then you're Queen bitch, like Gemma. Making the rules, running others ragged. You're the top," Lyla said as though Bella should know this stuff.

"Well good luck to them. Just ignore them Lyla, you're obviously worth more than them. You have some self respect and are a nice person. Screw them," Bella said.

"They'll come after you too," Lyla said quietly as Bella put the necklace that the Mayans had given her on. She wore it every now and then, it was really pretty and she genuinely liked it.

"Let them, I really don't care. I've got Happy, my dad, my family, you and Kat. I couldn't give a damn about what they think of me," Bella replied honestly.

She stepped back from the mirror and looked at herself. She was wearing leather pants and a ripped black top that hid all of the important bits but showed enough skin so that Happy should enjoy it.

"You look perfect," Lyla said, sounding sincere.

"Thanks," Bella smiled. "C'mon, let's go. We're going to ignore the skanks."

Stepping out into the clubhouse Bella saw that the place was indeed packed with women all wearing very little. The club members already present looked very happy, with women hanging all over them.

Two women worked the pole set up and more half naked girls were behind the bar. Bella couldn't see Gemma or Lunanne but she knew they'd be around somewhere.

Bella made her way over to the bar where Tig was chatting up a thin blonde with fake boobs and a lot of makeup.

"What do you want hon?" One of the regular sweetbutts that Bella didn't know the name of asked.

"Can I get some water please?" Bella asked, she didn't think drink was her friend and after last night she had learnt her lesson.

"Princess no! You can't be drinking water!" Tig called, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "That's letting us down! Katie sweetheart, get her a beer."

"After last night I said I'm never drinking again," Bella told Tig with a laugh.

"We've all been there doll. Best thing is to forget that dirty lie ya told and drink with Tigger," he winked at her as he passed her the beer.

"You hitting on Bells again old man?" Jax smirked, slinging an arm around her other shoulder. "That's a dangerous game."

"Just making sure she's drinking so that she's more open to suggestions later on," Tig winked and Bella giggled, knowing he didn't mean it.

"You're a sick and brave man Tig," Jax grinned, flagging down one of the sweetbutts. He kissed her cheek before walking off into the party with his own beer.

Bella stayed at the bar for the next hour, all of the guys coming up at one point or another. She smiled, laughed and joked with them, happy to have them all in her life.

Feeling the heat of the crowded clubhouse and wanting a cigarette she headed for the lot our front. She had caved and bought her own smokes when she realised that she was probably costing Happy a fortune as she kept smoking his, not that he complained.

The outside was cooler than the day had been, the air nipping at her skin and she smiled as she sat at one of the picnic benches and lit up. Glad to just watch others walk around the crowded outside area. She raised a hand to Piney who was trying to chat up a sweetbutt, the old man winked at her and carried on flirting. Bella laughed. These guys were incorrigible.

Bella was coming to the end of the cigarette when two things happened simultaneously. The loud roar of bikes filled the air and Bella was yanked off the back of the bench by her hair.

Landing on her ass Bella frowned to see four women surrounding her. One of which was the blonde from the bar with Tig. Bella bet she knew who they were.

Standing up she faced the women who were all looking down their plastic noses at her.

"What was that for?" Bella asked, feeling her anger rise.

"That's for trying to step on our patch. These guys, the ones with the vests, they're ours. New pussy gets the hang arounds," the blonde said while looking Bella up and down with a sneer. "That's if they even want you, plain bitch after all."

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Happy got off his bike, Quinn and Clay by his side as he stormed over to what he had just seen. Some bitch had dragged Bella off the bench by her hair. That wouldn't do. He barely noticed the large group of men following them.

"One of them her?" McGee asked.

"The brunette on the floor," Quinn gritted out as they got close enough to hear the blonde gash.

Happy stepped forward as he heard the toxic words coming from the cunts mouth. Hopper though raised a hand.

"I wanna see how this shit plays out. Y'all reckon she's the right material let me see it," Hopper said firmly. Happy clenched his fists but nodded. Not able to do anything as four fucking porn sluts circled his girl.

"Look, I really don't want any trouble. I'm just waiting for my man and my dad that's all," Bella was saying not looking the least bit bothered.

"We've got rules here, you need to learn who is in charge, who runs this place," the blonde skank said.

Bella started laughing at that. "You tell Gemma or Lunanne that?" She asked in between laughing.

"Those bitches don't run shit. It's us the guys turn to," the skank said.

"That's two Old Ladies you're talking about, one of which is the Queen the other is your boss. Has the peroxide rotted your brain?" Bella asked the laughter gone from her face as her fists clenched. There she was, his Spitfire. Happy still didn't like the odds though, four on one.

The blonde skank darted forward to grab a handful of Bella's hair but Bella was quicker, dodging before sending a punch to the blonde's face that knocked her on her bony ass.

That was the signal for the other bitches to attack.

Happy twitched in his pants as Bella easily dodged them and fucked up two of the three with no more than a punch or two. Fucking fiesty bitch, she was gonna be screaming his name tonight.

She turned to face the last slut and Happy darted forward, this time followed by Quinn and Clay. The slut had pulled a knife. Someone was gonna die. Like a lot.

"Really?" Bella quirked her head at the woman who was holding a knife out in front of her. A pissy little thing but in the right place Bella would be dead. Her eyes flickered up and caught the sight of the guys heading towards her. She smiled as the bitch lunged forward.

Bella's hand caught the wrist of the woman, twisting it before bringing her elbow down on the arm. Exactly as he had taught her. Fuck she was getting it. He was going to make her cum all night fucking long. Fucking Spitfire.

The bitch screamed as she dropped the knife. Definitely a broken arm.

"Hey guys," Bella smiled at them as they came over. As though nothing had happened. She hadn't even broken a sweat. Happy couldn't wait to see her match next week. Fucking girly was going to dominate. And he was going to dominate her back in his room.

"What the hell are you guys standing around for? Take the rubbish out!" Clay barked at the entire clubhouse who had come out to see what was going on.

Chibs stepped forward and grabbed the blonde who had started this shit and dragged her up off the floor where she had been whimpering.

"She broke my nose!" The blonde wailed.

"Ya should think ya sen lucky that's all she did gash. Don' fuckin' come back here, ye not welcome!" Chibs barked, pushing her towards the gate.

"The hell, she's just another-"

"She's a president's daughter and a members Ol' Lady. Ya lucky ta be breathin', now ge' tha fuck oot before tha' changes," Chibs yelled angrily. Happy nodded at the man as he started looking Bella over for any injuries. He didn't think any of them had got a hit in but it had been fast and he knew he hadn't caught every movement.

"I'm all good. None of them touched me," Bella said quietly to him, she smiled up at him sincerely.

Happy didn't care that the presidents were watching, he lent down and kissed her hard. She was fuckin' perfect. His Spitfire. All fuckin' his.

"Er, sorry about that Clay," Bella blushed as they broke apart. "I'll apologise to Luanne as well."

"You've got nothing to apologise for!" Quinn insisted his eyes were bright with anger.

"At least three of them aren't going to be able to work for a little while. Lunanne will lose money, and I was fighting at the clubhouse. So I do need to apologise, to the Prez and to Lunanne," Bella said, her eyes looking towards the floor as her face was still red with embarrassment. She was a fuckin' enigma. Happy loved that.

"I think Luanne'll understand sweetheart, as do I. Nothing to apologise for," Clay waved a meaty fist as he pulled out a cigar. "Gentlemen, this is my star mechanic in training, Quinn's daughter and Hap's girl, Bella."

"Hi, it's nice to meet you all. Sorry you had to see that, I promise I'm normally much less violent," Bella said, raising her head and unknowingly looking each president in the eye as she smiled bashfully. "Lee! Hi! How's Tacoma? Koz called the other day, said you guys are busy."

"We are all good sweetheart. Nice to see you again," Lee said with a chuckle. Happy got it. They'd just seen her take out four opponents without breaking a sweat, seen her apologize for it and then greet the Tacoma Prez as though they were best friends. She was something else. She was all fuckin his.

"Bells, that is Hopper," Quinn pointed out the beefy prez, who nodded in her direction as Bella smiled and gave a little wave. "He's gonna be staying the week with SAMCRO, his prospects are coming up tomorrow. Coiley will also be staying here, he's the president of our Manchester charter in the UK. As will McGee, our SAMBEL, prez."

Happy watched as she was introduced to all the Presidents, some of which were more standoffish than others. None too rude though. He guessed they were all too scared to piss off Quinn or himself. Clever fuckers.

Sweetbutts came over with drinks for all the men and Bella's friends made sure she had a beer too. Happy nodded at them. Glad that they at least acknowledged that Bella was to be treated like any other Old Lady, even if, technically she wasn't one yet. Happy was starting to wonder if he shouldn't put his ink on her now. Granted they'd only been screwing for a week and been official not much longer than that, he was pretty sure that she was it for him though. He'd never had feelings for a bitch before. Never been able to stand being around a bitch for longer than the time it took to get them into bed and then kick them out. Bella though… fuck he spoke to her every fucking day and wasn't bored of listening to her. He wanted her around. Yeah, he'd think more about what he wanted to mark her with. A crow maybe… but he wasn't SAMCRO, he was Nomad, he'd think of something that identified her as his. He might even get something for her on him. He was as much hers as she was his.

Happy didn't leave Bella's side as she spoke with some of the presidents. He wasn't surprised at all to hear her say she had been lucky when they complimented her on the fight. He listened as they asked her questions about her life, about riding bikes, about who she was. He couldn't help but smile as she spoke passionately about the family she had found in the Sons. No matter how much he was gonna hate it, her taking the prospect patch would be perfect for her.

"Breaking your word tonight babe?" Bella asked after Lee had left them to get a drink.

"What you chattin on?" Happy asked, he didn't break his word to her.

"Well you were going to take me to your room I thought…" she said coily, her face blushing red even as her doe eyes twinkled at him.

"Hell nah, no word broken here Girly," Happy smirked before picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder. He had a promise to keep.

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"I would use the bathroom in the clubhouse or the garage if I were you," Gemma said to Georgia as she made her way to the nicer bathroom in the dorm area. The party was in full swing and the clubhouse bathroom was very occupied.

"What why?" Georgia asked, not impressed.

"You don't want to hear what's going on back there," Gemma said with a little smirk.

"I've just seen Chibs getting blown on the pool table by two whores at the same time. I think I can cope," Georgia rolled her eyes. Gemma knew better than to think her a prude.

"Bella and Happy are down there," Gemma told her with a raised eyebrow. Oh shit yeah, she didn't want to hear that. That was the whole reason that Quinn and her were staying at the clubhouse in the first place. "She's a screamer."

"Always the quiet ones," Georgia chuckled, following Gemma back into the main party room. She didn't need to know that shit about her 'daughter'. But at least Bella was enjoying it after how nervous she had been. They hadn't had a chance to sit and talk since and Georgia had been curious as to how it had gone. Apparently pretty well.

"Where you going?" Georgia asked Rane as he headed the same direction that Georgia had just come from. She had a feeling this wasn't going to go down well.

"To take a leak," Rane answered with raised eyebrows. She raised hers right back, she wouldn't take lip off him, just as he didn't take lip off her.

"Have to use the garage one," Georgia said.

"Whoever it is can go fuck somewhere else," Rane said with a chuckle.

"Love, you'll hear shit ya don't need to be hearing. Come on now," Georgia said, hoping he was drunk enough to not really get what she was saying. Of course Rane was never that drunk.

"Oh hell no!" He said, his face creasing with anger.

"She's an adult and she's with her man. The man who spoke to you before they'd even kissed. A man you love like a brother and who you know is taking care of her. Hell he was pussy whipped before any of that shit," Georgia pointed out her hands on her hips. No one had ever seen Happy like that with any woman. He got her food, brought her drinks, doted on her even when she tried to stop him. That shit was adorable.

"He's not fucking her in the bathroom like a common whore!" Rane shouted with a wince.

"No one said he was. And you're one to talk Rane Thomas Quinn, you've had me many times in many bathrooms, are you saying I'm a common whore?" Georgia raised her eyebrows, hands still on her hips as she stared her old man down.

"That's different… you're my Old Lady… you're older…"

"You keep digging there and you won't be fuckin' me anywhere least of all a bathroom," Gerogia snarked, not at all pissed off but if he thought she was he might back down. She got what he was saying, she wanted more for Bella than a quickie in the bathroom too. But then again they were fun. This parent shit was harder than she thought it was going to be and Bella was as easy to care for as it came. The conflicting emotions and thoughts were annoying and confusing though.

"Quinn, I take it back, it's a good call. That's a good girl you've got. You should be real proud, she's the right material alright," Hopper said, patting Quinn's shoulder as he walked past presumably to use the free bathroom that Georgia and Rane were arguing about.

"What was that about?" Georgia asked with a frown. Rane was keeping shit from her again.

"Come on, let's go find a bathroom to fuck in," Rane changed the subject and started walking off. Georgia narrowed her eyes, he wasn't getting away with that shit so easily.