Sons of Anarchy - Angel of Death

Previously...

"Clay?" Stevie asked, already knowing the answer. She hadn't moved from the window sill.

Happy took a deep breath and nodded, "I-I'm gonna check the truck." He grabbed his piece from the bed, "You should get some sleep." Then he unbolted the door and disappeared outside, locking the door behind him.

Stevie brought a trembling hand to her bruised lips, letting out a shaky breath. God damn, if kissing him felt like that, what would fucking him feel like? Would she even be able to survive it? She moved away from the window, double checking her gun was still under her pillow before settling under the covers. She stared at the ceiling, willing herself to stay awake until Happy returned, but the smoke, paired with her fried emotional state had her drifting swiftly off to dreamland.

Chapter 3: I Hate Myself For Loving You

A scream shattered the perfectly wet dream Happy was enjoying. Stevie was in his lap, topless, tongue dueling with his. Her hand snuck under the hem of his shirt, fingertips tracing the smiley faces on his stomach... He bolted upright in bed to find Stevie facing away from him, her body contorted with the stress of her dream. Her fingers gripped the sheets and she looked like she might scream again. He acted quickly, rolling over her, covering her body with his, one of his hands cupping her cheek. "Stevie," He spoke softly, but firmly, trying to get her to come awake from her nightmare.

"P-please! J-Jacob!" She sobbed, eyes squeezed tightly shut, her fist came up, socking him in the eye before he could catch it. He thankfully caught the second, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Stevie!" He spoke firmer this time, shaking her a little, praying he didn't have to hit her back to get her to come out of it. Although, truth be told, he wouldn't mind a little payback.

Stevie let out a gasp, coming awake. She blinked, wondering why her arms were being pinned against her chest. Then the memory of her nightmare crashed down around her. Her right knuckles burned like she just punched something. From the look of the shiner forming on Happy's eye socket, it looked like the thing she punched was him. "Aww, hell," She swore, taking a deep breath, letting it out through her nose.

"Not quite," Happy quipped, flashing her the ghost of a grin, letting go of her wrists. She slid up to a sitting position up against the headboard, covering her face in her hands.

Stevie glanced at the clock through her fingers, 3:45. Jesus, she hadn't been asleep for more than two hours. She slid out of the bed, padding to the bathroom. She stared hard at her reflection in the mirror for a few minutes, half wishing she'd find the bed empty when she got back to it. After splashing some cool water on her face, she returned to the bed, ice cold washcloth in hand.

Happy propped himself up on the bed against the headboard, gently feeling his swollen eye after switching on the bedside lamp. What the hell was he getting himself into? The woman obviously suffered from PTSD, rightly so. She'd been through Hell and back. Was he really willing to sign on for something like this? Was he really ready to give up the one night stands and weekend flings? The bathroom door squeaked back open, and he watched as Stevie emerged from the bathroom, holding a wet washcloth.

"Here," She murmured, leaning over him to press the washcloth to his eye.

He hummed in approval, "Thanks, killa." He teased, letting his head fall back against the headboard. They sat for a few minutes in complete silence. The only sound was Stevie's ragged breathing returning to normal and the occasional grunt of discomfort from Happy.

"Let me see, Hap." She murmured, straddling his lap so she could see the injury better in the dim light. The bruise was just beginning to form under his brow, thankfully most of it was hidden by the dark hair of his eyebrow.

Happy sucked in a breath when Stevie slipped into his lap. "Careful, little girl." He growled, hands smoothing up her thighs, settling on her hips, earning the beginnings of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. She bit her lip to mask the moan that bubbled up in her chest from hearing him call her that. She took the cloth from him and leaned closer to get a better look at her handy work, giving him a generous view of her ample cleavage. "Tryna kill me, mami?" He groaned, eyes darkening, his fingers tightening on her hips.

"Maybe." Stevie quipped, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. She smoothed a few fingers over the tender spot, Happy hissed in response, shooing her fingers away.

"Fuck," He whined, "Can't ever say you hit like a girl." He scowled, but she could see the amusement dwelling in his eyes.

"Might just get you more in trouble." Stevie shrugged, replacing the cloth. She brought his hand up to replace hers and slid off his lap to sit beside him on the bed. His arm settled around her shoulders, she rested her head on his shoulder. She almost giggled out loud, she was in a hotel room halfway to Vancouver, cuddling with The Tacoma Killer after punching him in the face. Could her life be any more unpredictable?

They sat in silence for a few minutes. "Who's Jacob?" Happy asked, setting the cloth on the night stand. He mentally kicked himself, he should have let her speak first.

She sighed. It was going to come up eventually. "My partner." She murmured, holding his gaze for a moment, then looking away, "Uh, Jacob was my sniper partner." She wiped away a tear that escaped down her cheek and sniffled once.

Happy felt his chest constrict at the way she said the man's name. There was definitely more to that sentence. He knew enough not to press the issue. Honestly, he wasn't sure he wanted to know, might just make him stupidly jealous. They still had a job to do, he needed to focus.

Stevie let loose the breath she had been holding. She was afraid he'd press her for more information. Thankfully, he had enough sense to stay quiet. "Why don't you try to get some more sleep, I'll take the chair." She moved to slide off the bed.

"No." Happy protested, grabbing her arm. "Not necessary." He grunted, sliding back under the covers, holding them back for her to get in. Stevie rolled her eyes, but complied, mostly because she was still exhausted and she knew arguing with him was pointless. Happy leaned over and switched off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. Stevie settled on her side, facing away from him. He pulled covers up over them, then pulled her back against his chest. Stevie opened her mouth to protest, but Happy pressed a soft kiss against the Fleur De Lis tattoo on her neck. "Sleep." He ordered, his voice a stark contrast to the warmth she felt radiating through her veins. His arm snaked over her hip, fingertips resting on her stomach. Slowly she felt herself begin to relax and drift off once again, hopefully to happier dreams.

Stevie awoke to find the space beside her empty, but still warm. She checked the clock, 5:25am. She flopped back on her back, listening to the water run in the bathroom. It shut off, and a few minutes later, Happy emerged from the bathroom with just a towel around his waist. Sweet Jesus, the man was a sight to behold. He may be ten years her senior, but good Lord he blew all the other men of SAMCRO out of the water.

"Morning." Stevie offered, her voice husky with sleep. She flashed him a sleepy grin and stretched, sliding her legs out of the bed.

Happy swallowed the groan that threatened to escape his chest at the sight of her. Her hair was a wreck, and the oversized t shirt she wore looked like it was one of his. She looked well fucked, climbing from the bed they'd shared and it had him wanting to make it a reality. He gave her a nod, before ducking back in the bathroom to pull on clothes, willing his instant hard on to calm down. She had him feeling like he was sixteen all over again.

Stevie pulled out her phone, while she waited for the bathroom to be free. One text message.

Did you two come to an understanding yet?

Stevie smirked. First Clay, now Jax was checking up on them.

We haven't fucked, if that's what you're asking, Jackson ;)

Jax texted back immediately. Shit. Looks like I owe Tig 50 bucks.

Who says we're gonna fuck at all? Stevie shot back, looking up as Happy exited the bathroom. Of course she wanted to get there with Happy, but would it just be a one time thing? He didn't seem like the relationship type. She didn't want to just sleep around. She was getting too old for that.

Jax answered a moment later. I'm sure Hap has something to say about that. ;) Only a matter of time, darlin'. Be safe out there.

Stevie sighed. You too xo

She sent the message then headed into the bathroom. Happy had gone outside to get the truck all loaded up.

Steve emerged from the hotel room with 5 minutes to spare. She'd cleaned up, dressed and packed in about 20 minutes. She slid her dark sunglasses in place and swung up into the cab of the truck. Happy sat in the driver's seat, atlas spread on the dash. She turned to open the window into the cargo area.

"Good Morning, Stevie." Cherry said sweetly, offering her a steaming cup of coffee. Usually Stevie was the one up early enough to grab such luxuries. With her nightmare last night, she was feeling like she hadn't slept a wink.

"Morning, Cherry." Stevie murmured back, accepting the cup, giving it a sniff. She sighed, "You're a saint."

"We're looking at a 12 hour trip." Happy announced, putting the truck into gear. Everyone scrambled to secure themselves as he peeled out of the lot.

"Challenge accepted." Stevie mused, taking the atlas off the dashboard, and settling it in her lap. She took a sip of the coffee, humming with pleasure.

Happy scoffed, rolling his eyes as he twirled a toothpick between his lips.

"What?" Stevie asked, taking another sip, watching Happy shake his head.

Two hours later Happy pulled off the highway to gas up the truck and grab something to eat. Stevie went first this time, then fueled the truck while everyone took their turn in the convenience store. Happy returned to the truck, coffee and pack of smokes in hand. "Aww," Stevie gushed, reaching for the steaming liquid, "That for me, old man?" She teased, enjoying the scowled it earned her.

"Careful, little girl." Happy bit back, holding the cup just out of her reach.

Stevie frowned as she stepped closer to him, causing his back to hit the side of the truck. She leaned in and murmured in his ear, "Oh, I'm sorry." She licked her lips, "You want me to call you, Daddy, instead?" She chuckled.

Happy growled, dropping the coffee he'd just bought to grab Stevie by the biceps, turning them so she was the one pinned up against the truck.

Stevie laughed. She. Fucking. Laughed. Happy leaned in, lips ghosting over her ear causing her to shiver. He felt her breath catch and her body melt under his nearness. There. That was much better. "Listen here, little girl." He growled, "After we drop off this fucking cargo, you're mine."

"I better be." Stevie murmured back, her voice a little more breathless than she cared to admit. Jesus, the man was an animal. It was barely 8 in the morning and he had her ready and raring to go.

Happy released her and stalked back across the lot into the convenience store. He might be a badass biker, but he knew denying a woman the simple pleasure of a cup of coffee was not the way to get her to tumble into bed with him.

Happy was extremely distracted by the vexing creature on the other side of the cab. This hour alone she decided that rolling down the window and giving a sports car that cut them off the bird was appropriate, along with a heartfelt, 'Mother-fucking pussy!' shouted out the window. Then she decided to pull out the atlas and find a place to stop for lunch, claiming she was starving. Once she'd settled on a little diner outside of Tacoma that Happy recommended, she seemed to settle a little.

Stevie found herself loosening up a little. She buried herself in studying the atlas as a cover so she could do inventory on the dangerous man next to her. He wasn't just dangerous because he enjoyed the kill, he was dangerous because she understood that pleasure. Jacob had always wanted to shelter her from the details of her targets. She always had to fight against resenting him for it. Happy would enjoy the hunt and the kill with her. They'd yet to go on assignment, but Clay hinted that was why he'd wanted her to patch into SAMCRO. He wanted someone like Tacoma had. He wanted a killer. Maybe she would let herself go a little, loosen up and show Happy she wasn't a straight laced school girl. She'd heard the rumors, she knew what everyone thought of her.

Crazy-ass bitch.

She's a complete freak.

She's so cold.

Bet she wouldn't even make a sound if you fucked her.

Proving them wrong was half the fun, right? At least that's what she told herself. It was hard to do life without Jacob, he believed in her so much. Since his murder, she'd been on the brink of calling it quits herself. Being a son brought her back, gave her purpose again. She didn't want to squander the chance she'd been given, plus, Sons didn't kill themselves.

"You think we can make it back to Tacoma tonight?" Stevie asked, as they all piled back into the truck after a quick bite to eat. "It's only 3 hours from Vancouver." Happy shrugged. Stevie stepped closer to him, arms slung around his neck as her lips pressed to his ear, "Might be nice to sleep in your own bed for a change." She pulled back far enough to press her lips to his. He didn't react at first, wondering if he was still driving and daydreaming. His eyes popped open and he realized this was very real. He reacted with a growl, nipping her lower lip. She gasped and he slid his tongue in her mouth to further stake his claim on her.

Stevie rocked back on her heels, breaking the kiss. Happy let out a breath through his nose, trying to calm himself. They still had six hours to go in their crazy adventure. Now she was talking about going even further to Tacoma. He did like the idea of crashing in his own bed. The drive from Tacoma to Charming was just over 10 hours. Completely doable in a day, even if they didn't leave until noon tomorrow.

Stevie bit her lip. She hadn't ever felt like this, even Jacob didn't unsettle her like Happy did. He made her bold, wanton even. She turned away from him and climbed back up into the truck so they could continue to make great time. Slipping in her earbuds, she flipped on Zeppelin IV and let the music carry her away.

They reached the border in record time. Stevie wasn't sure if she could do better on her bike alone. She'd texted the border guard she knew to see if he was on shift. Thankfully, he was. He told her lane 2 and she instructed Happy to pull up through it. They had stopped about a half hour before the border to get Cherry and Cameron hidden in their compartments. With her connections, she didn't worry about them inspected the cargo, but better safe than sorry.

"Stevie Vale." Larry Whitman, the border guard she'd once took a drunken tumble with flashed her his infamous panty dropping grin. "Passports please." He winked at her.

Happy grit his teeth, handing over his passport. He could tell by the way the young man was ogling Stevie that he'd slept with her. He knew Stevie wasn't a prude, but it still stung to see the interaction between them. He felt a fierce protectiveness over her even though she wasn't technically his to begin with.

"Who's the old man?" Larry murmured with a chuckle, handing over their documents to his partner. He motioned for them to open the back of the truck.

"Happy Lowman." She answered, "And he's my Old Man, so watch it." She smirked, watching Happy's eyes widen for a second before he composed himself.

Larry's face was priceless. "Y-your o-old man?" He stammered, running a hand through his dark hair. "Stevie, your old man is The Tacoma Killer?!"

Happy smirked. He wasn't entirely opposed to the idea, seeing as she was just as bat shit crazy as he was. He twirled his toothpick and watched as Stevie did her thing.

Stevie nodded, "You could say we're a perfect match, Larry." She winked at Happy, enjoying watching him try to contain his emotion.

"Yeah, I guess." Larry scoffed with a wry grin. His partner came back over to the truck.

"All set." He handed back their passports. "Thanks and enjoy your trip." He gave them a friendly wave and walked back to the guard post.

Larry sighed, "Guess that's my cue." He helped Stevie pull down the tailgate. "You staying long?"

Stevie smirked, "Nope. Just a quickie." Happy rolled his eyes. Good Lord, now she was just pushing it. She leaned in and gave Larry a hug and kiss on the cheek, then joined Happy back in the cab of the truck. "See ya around, Whitman." She murmured as Happy put the truck in gear and pulled out.

After they were clear of the border crossing, Happy broke the silence. "You fuck him?"

Stevie scoffed, turning to rest her back against the door, stretching her legs out on the seat between them. "Yes." She admitted, "Once. It was a couple of years ago." She sighed, "I was really, really drunk."

Happy grunted, eyes still on the road. They only had to go a few miles to the rendezvous point. Thankfully, they didn't have to go all the way into Vancouver.

The hand off went off without a hitch. Cameron and Cherry would board a train to the airport and go straight to Belfast.

"Thank you for everything," Cherry sniffled, pulling Stevie in for a fierce hug. "Tell Half Sack, I'll always love him."

Happy shook his head, watching Stevie handle the weeping woman. Stevie smirked, "Sure will, sweetheart." Cherry nodded, waving as Cameron guided them away towards the train that would take them to the airport.

Stevie pulled out her phone to check the time. 5pm. She glanced over at Happy once they were back in the truck, roaring off towards The States. He looked more relaxed than when they first started the trip. They were going to make it to Tacoma just in time for a Friday night party. Perfect.

"I'm exhausted," Stevie announced, "You mind?" She asked, motioning to his lap. Happy's eyebrows shot up to where his hairline would have been if he didn't shave his head. After a moment he turned his gaze back to the road, extending his arm along the back of the seat to make room for her. Stevie bit her lip. She hadn't expected him to say yes. She knew she was walking a fine line. She was probably going to pay for all the teasing and button pushing later. She was completely counting on it.

Happy took a deep breath, letting it out through his nose as Stevie settled down, her head pillowed against his thigh. She'd taken it down from its usual ponytail to let it fall freely around her shoulders. He took the opportunity to run his fingers through it. Stevie stretched like a cat, humming in approval. He could tell when she drifted off, her breathing evened out and her grip on his knee relaxed. He knew she wanted to enjoy the party at Tacoma, but he had other ideas. Hopefully this nap helped her keep up.

Dearest Readers,

I Hate Myself For Loving You - Joan Jett and The Blackhearts - The grit of this track is perfect for Stevie. Her relationship with Jacob wasn't perfect, even if they were partners, there's definitely more than meets the eye with that one.

I am thoroughly enjoying the adventure with this new OC, I hope you are too!

I've been listening to G-Eazy almost non stop since I began this fic. I'm sure DL aka "Lift Off" would be proud. LOL.

Next up is a homecoming of sorts. We're in Hap's stomping grounds, the SOA Tacoma Charter. We'll see how Stevie copes with the usual sweetbutts Happy gets tangled up in...

xoxo

Lumora The White