Chapter 2

Bedtime Story

A loud banging on the door woke me from my sleep. I reached across, looking for my phone in the dark. My hand finally found it and I checked the time. 3:15am. Who the hell could that be? No-one even knew where I was staying. I reached for the knife I had hidden under my pillow and held it behind my back as I pulled open the door a fraction.

"Happy?" I asked, relaxing a little at the familiar face. "How did you know I was here? And more importantly, what the hell are you doing at my door at 3 in the morning?"

"Couldn't sleep," he murmured through the opened gap as he leant against the doorway. "Followed you here this afternoon when you left Opie's wake. Jax wanted me to keep tabs on you."

"Seriously? Well you can tell Jackson that I am quite capable of looking after myself, thank you very much."

"Sure, sure," he nodded, swaying a little. The smell of alcohol drifted through the crack in the door

"How much have you had to drink tonight?" I asked, pulling the door open. I reached out my hand to steady him as he swayed again.

He waved his hand, brushing me off. "Can't remember. Just a bit."

I peered around him. His bike was parked next to mine outside the door. "You rode here?"

"Not like I'd walk."

I shook my head, it was too early to argue. "Well, I'm not going to let you ride home and wrap yourself around a tree, and I'm sure as shit not going to give you a ride now, I'm too tired. There's a sofa in the corner you can sleep on for the next few hours, and you can ride home when you have sobered up a bit." I held the door opened, and motioned for him to come in.

Happy caught sight of the knife in my hand as he came through the door. "Expectin' trouble?" he asked with a chuckle.

I sighed, closing the door behind him as he flopped down on the couch. "I'm always expecting trouble. It seems to have a strange way of finding me."

"What sort of trouble could a little thing like you find yourself in?"

I chuckled darkly. "Oh sweetie, if only you knew the half of it."

"I got time. And I love a good story." He patted the couch next to him.

"Its not exactly a bedtime story," I warned him, sitting down next to him on the couch. "Its not a fairy tale, and it doesn't end with a happily ever after."

"Pft, fairy tales are for pussies. Mine's not exactly sunshine and rainbows either, little girl. Don't worry," he said. "I don't scare easily."

I sighed, then figured he was probably so drunk he wouldn't even remember our conversation in the morning. "Once upon a time -"

"I thought you said it wasn't a fairy tale?!" Happy interrupted.

"Do you want to hear the story or not? Cause I'm more than happy to go back to bed." He held his hands up to apologise and I continued.

"There was a man, his name was Otto. He had returned to the small town of Charming from the war, looking to fit back into society. But it wasn't until he was approached by two old war buddies that he found his place in the world. Not as a soldier, but as a Son. It was the club that gave him a purpose again, and it was through the club that he met the love of his life, Veronica. They had a whirlwind romance, falling more in love with each other every single day. Then one day, the sweetest gift was bestowed upon them - a baby girl.

"What a joyful time it should have been for the two of them, but as fate would have it, their baby was not the blessing they thought, but rather a curse. For poor Veronica died giving birth to her, and Otto lost his true love forever. Devastated by the loss of his one love, Otto become completely devoted to the club, and before his daughter's second birthday, he was murdered by a rival gang, and his body dumped into the stream.

"And what of his daughter? She then lived with her Uncle, a generous man who did as much as he could for her, but he had no idea what to do with such a young little girl. But he loved her, and with the support of family and friends, the young girl grew up well.

"Then one day, her Uncle told her that they would be moving to a far away land, not to return for many, many years. The girl cried for days, as she did not want to leave the family she had found here in Charming. She was told that she would find a new life, that she would make new friends and have a new family, but things weren't as they were promised. Yes, there was a new family, but as they say, you can't pick your family. While most of the people she had met were kind and generous, there were some who were wicked and evil. It's always the betrayal of those who are supposed to protect you that hurts the most. One of the men who was supposed to be family and protect her instead abused her, and being young and naive, she believed him when he told her she couldn't tell anyone. Then one day after almost three years, the wicked man left, and she was finally free from his clutches. She felt the first glimpse of joy, a feeling she had not felt for many years, but it was short lived.

"Just after her 16th birthday, her uncle, the only blood relative she had left, was told he had cancer and only had months to live. The day he passed was the day the girl left school. She stayed with the club, they were her family after all, but she had also started working with a local mechanic as an apprentice, learning all she could from him. He took her under his wing, and made her feel like the most special girl in the world. When things were good between them, they were great and she thought they would be together forever. But there were times when things weren't so great, and when he was mad he would hit her and beat her until she was defeated. One day he had been drinking, and while she was making them dinner, he stormed into the kitchen in a fit of rage, accusing her of cheating on him with one of her "dirty bikers". He smacked her into the kitchen bench, and as she landed, her hand fell on the knife she had been using. As he came at her the next time, she fought back, and during their struggle, she stabbed him with the knife, killing him.

"Not knowing what to do, she went to the only people she had left in the world, the Club. They protected her, and covered it all up. After that, she swore she would never be helpless again, and began taking self defence classes, and training with some club members. She felt indebted to the club for protecting her, and did everything she could to repay them for what they had done. As the violence and the war surrounding the club grew, so did her commitment to them. Before she was twenty, she had helped patch up bullet and knife wounds, and anything the club needed, she was there.

"But whatever she had done at that point for the club was nothing compared to what came next. One day she was leaving the clubhouse when a gang of bikers from the Comancheros pulled up, and attacked one of the Sons. Pulling a knife out of her pocket, she snuck over and stabbed one of the attackers. One of the Comancheros knocked the Son out cold, and they pulled the girl into a nearby van. She struggled to escape, but they hit her in the head and she blacked out. When she woke, she was tied up in an old shed. Three of the Comancheros who had kidnapped her were there, and they told her to take a message back to the Sons from them. They then tortured and raped her for what seemed like an eternity, and when they were finished, they tossed her out of the van on the doorsteps of the clubhouse."

I didn't realise I had started crying until Happy reached across and wiped a tear from my cheek. I wiped my eyes quickly, scolding myself as my cheeks turned pink. Why did I just tell all my deepest darkest secrets to a man I barely knew?

"So young..." Happy said to himself, so quietly I almost didn't hear. When he spoke again, his voice was louder, and deadly. "I would kill every person who ever hurt you, Georgia."

"There's not many left to kill," I admitted. "When the club retaliated after I was kidnapped, I was right there beside them. Since that day, I was treated as a member of the Sons. I may not be patched, but I sit in Church, I ride with the Club, and anything my brothers need, I'm there for them as they are there for me."

"You know, I've been from one side of the country to the other, I thought I had seen everything, but I've never heard of a chick being so involved in a club before." He looked at me with dark eyes. "You are one special lady, Mini Killer."

We stared at each other for a moment, both studying each other. I saw the genuine concern in his eyes, even though they were still a little glazed from the alcohol. Before I knew exactly what happened, I leant across the lounge and kissed Happy. He responded in an instant, kissing me back ferociously. I climbed onto his lap, straddling him as we continued kissing. His lips left mine and travelled down my neck, his hands pulling my hips close. I breathed heaving, grabbing his leather vest and pulled it off. Up came his shirt and that was tossed to the ground. My fingers traced the snake tattoo across his chest, before his lips returned to mine. He pulled at the bottom of my shirt, and it too ended up on the floor. We continued kissing as he grabbed onto my hips, and stood up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me across the room to the bed. He laid me down and held himself over me.

"Is this ok?" he asked, his voice husky and filled with desire.

I looked him straight in the eye. "Take off your pants, Lowman."