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Meera's POV
I was tidying up my place while some I had some drum sticks baking in the oven. I had been on edge all day thinking somehow telling Tara about what happened was going to back fire on me somehow, someway. I could hear my phone beeping, a sign I got a text. I looked to see it was Mark replying to my text from earlier. I simply apologized and told him something important came up and that I couldn't make it to dinner.
Rain check.
There was a firm knock on the door which grabbed my attention very quickly. I eased toward the front door and looked through the peephole of the door. I tilted my head to see who it was. I unlocked my door and opened it, only to see Happy already stepping closer to enter. I moved to the side, so he could.
"Heard what happened today. You alright?" he asked, but his eyes were looking all around the living room as if he was looking for something. I closed the door and nodded.
"Yes. I'm fine." I replied lightly.
"That guy's gonna die… like a lot." he said, and I tensed at his words watching his eyes move toward the kitchen.
"You don't have to go that far and who are you looking for?" I asked following him into the kitchen. He moved over to my oven and just opened it. My eyes flexed at how he felt he could just open and touch my stuff. He finally looked at me.
"Who you cookin' dinner for?" he asked with suspicion. I crossed my arms.
"Myself." I replied with a bit of attitude and his usual frown remained on his face.
"Oh really. Not cooking some romantic dinner for you and Mark?" he asked. I squinted at him and shook my head. He is not really asking me that right now.
"How do you even know about him?" I asked and he frowned more.
"So there is someone else." he stated and I scoffed. It had to be Tara. What was she thinking. It was none of his business, plus I wouldn't put his mind at ease because he was always sleeping around.
"I don't have to explain myself to you." I said leaving the kitchen. His hand grabbed my forearm and spun me around his body backing me into the nearest wall.
"You fuckin' him?" he asked.
"I am not sleeping with anyone." I stated as he placed his arms on either side of my head trapping me inside.
"Let me see your phone." he said.
"No. Who do you think you are!" I snapped moving beneath his arms and toward the living room.
"Hey I'm just watching out for myself. I don't want to catch nothing." he said. I rolled my eyes.
"I don't have to prove shit to you. Now if you are quite finished with macho man bullshit act, you can see yourself out." I snapped.
"I ain't leavin' until I see that phone." he said blocking my way to the kitchen. I sighed heavily.
"What's this really about, Happy? You fuck girls all the time. I don't question you ever. I don't cling to you or constantly ask where you're at or who you're talking to." I said standing in front of him now. He stiffened at my words and looked away some. "I know you. We both knew what we were doing when we started messing around. Why are you trying to act like my old man?" I tilted my head some and stood on my tip toes toward him. He growled at the floor at what I said before looking at me.
"Maybe I want to be the only one to have you and still maintain my freedom, with you being loyal to me." he said and I nodded.
"And you know that isn't fair." I replied, and he groaned and walked back toward the front door.
"It's who I am okay! I know I'm stupid." he barked. I nodded. I was pretty sure that's how all the men in the club were. Alphas who wanted their titles and their women with loyalty and respect without having to give much of it in return. I decided that wasn't important at the moment.
"What do you plan to do to Weston?" I asked, and he looked me over.
"Exactly what I said earlier. He's gotta die. He's stepping in on SAMCRO business." he said. I placed my hands on my hips in thought. I wish I could ignore his threat to kill him.
"He doesn't look to be the ring leader though. Who was the man in the suit?" I asked.
"No one you need to know." he said moving back into my kitchen and opening my fridge. I rolled my eyes.
"AJ Weston already thinks I am some whore in your gang… he thinks I am going to taint his son." I said walking up to him as he removed my orange juice from the fridge, opened it, and started to down it. I frowned heavily at this and stopped him. "I cannot have him coming back to my school. I refuse to be afraid of my job." Happy looked over at me after setting my now empty juice bottle down.
"Don't worry. We are handling it. He won't bother you at work or anywhere else ever again.
"Like you can promise that." I muttered in disbelief.
"Hey. Has there ever been a problem that I can't handle?" he asked. I thought about it. I've seen him in the boxing ring at the garage fighting his club members and I had to admit he was vicious. His hand rubbing my cheek made my eyes close as I leaned in to it. I should ask him if he wanted to stay for dinner. Nah, that was too normal. That's what couples do. I just shook my head at his answer.
"Thank you for checking up on me." I replied. I led him to the door and watched him leave out of it. He finally turned back to me and raised his hand.
"Give me your phone." he said and I scowled.
"We still on about this, I told you-"
"Nah it's not that. I'm going to put my number in your phone. So if anything happens, you can call me." he said. I was stunned at this and honestly wasn't sure about this. I didn't know if I could rely on him like that. But I reached into my pocket and handed him my phone. I was waiting for him to go through my messages and accuse me again of talking to someone. But he handed it back to me, kissed my cheek quickly before turning and just walking back to his bike. I was stunned at the gesture as I watched him walk toward his bike. He got on it and started it revving his engine. He didn't give me a final look or anything before just taking off down the road I smiled however, knowing what happened was something I would never forget.
What's going on in your mind Happy Lowman? I returned inside, locked my door, and started preparing my veggies to eat with my chicken. As I sat down at my kitchen table staring at the empty juice bottle, Happy had left on the counter, I thought back to the first time I met him and finally realized I was not like the family who raised me, that I was good…
The party was loud and way out of my comfort zone. Beer, laughing, smoking, drugs, fighting, it was all in my face. I wasn't much for it, but I was curious of how fast everything was moving around me. Tara had introduced me to some people. I wasn't shocked she and her childhood love, Jax Teller had reconnected. They were inseparable. This place was crazy, not a lot of people paying attention to anything. It was honestly the perfect hunting ground for me. But I had to remember, I wasn't like them. I got out and made it out alive. I didn't need to sharpen my skills for any reason. I saw Tara waiving me over as she was sitting at a table. I decided to join her, walking around the ring where two men were beating each other senseless. One of them was getting out of the ring and landed in front of me. I sneered as I noticed he was an older man, dark eyes, bathed in tattoos. His bottom lip was cut and bleeding. Blood. Such a sweet metallic thing. I noticed he even had a tattoo carved into his head. Ink junkie, I thought.
He caught me staring him over, judging him with my eyes.
"You got a problem?" he asked. I could sense the attitude.
"Yeah. You're in my way." I replied stepping around him.
"Well excuse me." he said.
"You're excused!" I called out. His hand caught my arm swiftly and I whipped my head at him, body tensing. I made a small attempt to pull my arm from him, but he's strong and I liked strong. I liked not being able to get away.
"What's your name?" he asked. I looked him over once more.
"Meera." I replied. He nodded.
"Happy Lowman." he answered, and I just tried to pull my arm back, but instead he pulled me forward right into his body so we were now in each other's space. "Want to fuck?" he asked.
I looked him over some. He was an older man. His hair may have been shaven, but I could see the traces of white.
"You're not good enough for me." I replied challenging him and he smirked now.
"You gonna make me work for it?" he asked. I leaned into him now, inhaling his scent. Sweat, alcohol, musk.
"I'm going to make you beg for it." I merely answered before slipping from his hold and turning to continue my walk through the crowd. I met Tara at her table and she looked me over with mild worry.
"You better be careful." she replied. I looked her over before looking back at the crowd of people dancing and talking.
"What are you talking about?" I asked. She glanced over in the direction I came from.
"Happy Lowman is a killer. He's not afraid to kill anyone: man, woman… child. He's serious business and he's crazy. His loyalty is to the club. I wouldn't get involved with him." she said. I took her words into my mind and thought about it for a second. A predator fucking a should have been predator. How ironic. If my family was here, they probably wouldn't want me hunting anyone here. Not because they were dangerous or who they affiliated themselves with, but because they did drugs and over all they wouldn't taste very good. All through the night, I would look for Happy and practice my soft and innocent gazes.
The eyes tell everything. I can pretend I don't really want something even if I really do. I wonder how much it would take to get Happy to come over. They must always come to me. There is no other option. He saw my looks. He knew I wanted to play games. After a few seconds of my games, I finally looked away, showing I was no longer really interested. Jax managed to take Tara away to the dancefloor and I took this time to get associated with the faces of the men she introduced me to. Clay Morrow and Gemma Teller were in the back sitting at a table with a few other members surrounding them. Bobby. Tig, Chibs, Juice, Opie and a few others. They are all predators. This was good for me, because it would encourage me not to look for a victim, because if I did, they would hunt me down and kill me. They didn't know they were helping me lead a normal life.
A black shirted figure blocked my view and I looked up to see it was Happy standing in front of me and I leaned back some noticing the vest he had on over his shirt. I could only imagine what he wanted…
It was supposed to only be a one-time thing. Lord knows nothing is a one time thing with Happy Lowman.