Sons of Anarchy - Angel of Death

Previously…

"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.

Chapter Four: Girls, Girls, Girls

Sons of Anarchy MC Clubhouse

Tacoma, Washington

"Kozy!" Stevie shouted across the clubhouse lot after jumping down from the truck. Herman Kozik turned from his brothers to see Stevie Vale running full tilt across the parking lot towards him.

"Stevie?" Kozik questioned, squinting at her playfully. Jesus, she looked gorgeous. She still wore her blonde hair long and loose, curls tumbling past her shoulders. Stevie grinned and launched herself at him, he obliged, catching her and holding her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "What the hell are you doing here?!" He exclaimed with a grin, brushing her hair out of her eyes. Then he wrapped her up in a bear hug, burying his face in her hair. He looked over her shoulder to see Happy Lowman leaning against the truck Stevie had jumped down from, watching them with thinly veiled interest. Shit. Was Stevie Happy's Old Lady? The he realized she was wearing leather. "You wearing the Reaper?" He asked, setting her back down on her feet. Stevie bit her lip, turning around to show him the patch on the back of her kutte. Then she showed him the Redwood Original patch on the front.

"Shit. You patched into SAMCRO? " Kozik scoffed, a huge smile on his face. "Always were a crazy-ass broad!" He motioned to the brothers gathered around them. "Guys, meet Stevie Vale, the notorious 'Angel of Death."

Happy had never, ever seen Stevie like this. It was like laying eyes on Kozik made her into a different person. Usually Stevie was pretty reserved, didn't rush into anything, kept to herself. Something inside her snapped and she launched herself into the freakishly tall blonde's arms with abandon, effectively putting herself into the center of attention. A typical friday night party was in full swing at the compound, and people were beginning to notice.

Stevie Vale couldn't help herself. All the tension between her and Happy had her pretty riled up. Seeing Kozik was the last straw. She'd first met Herman at boot camp. They'd both gone thought basic training before she shipped off to sniper school. She knew Herman had patched into Tacoma, but she thought he was heading down to Charming helping with the ATF shit. Guess things were still too tense between him and Trager over Missy.

"Wait, Stevie Vale?" One brother asked, shooing off the sweetbutt on his arm. "Like the sniper?"

"In the flesh." Stevie smirked, giving a mock curtsy.

"Jesus Christ, I thought it was a mad rumor!" Another brother exclaimed.

"Yeah, I get that alot." Stevie chuckled. She turned to see Happy heading their way. He was greeted warmly by the crew before they headed back into the clubhouse.

"Welcome home, brother." Kozik grinned, pulling Happy in for a hug.

"Thanks, Koz." Happy murmured. He glanced around the lot. "Mind if I borrow your bike?"

Kozik smirked. He knew that look. "Sure, Hap." He strode over to his bike, handing his helmet to Stevie.

"Just a quick cruise," Happy explained, "Tell Lee, I'll be back in an hour."

Stevie took the helmet and tried to pass it to Happy, but he was already on the bike. "Get on." He ordered, his voice hard and demanding.

She shared a look with Kozik and shrugged. Kozik opened his mouth to protest, but closed it when he saw the amusement in Stevie's eyes. She was fine with riding bitch with the Killa, go figure. After pulling her hair back into a ponytail, she snapped on the helmet, then slid on behind Happy. She slid her arms around his waist, scooting up so her knees hugged his hips. He started the bike and rolled towards the street.

He turned his head to press his lips to Stevie's ear. "Hold on tight, little girl." Then they were flying.

Once they cleared the smaller streets, Happy really opened her up. Stevie let loose a whoop of joy, gripping his shoulder and waving one arm above her head. She felt Happy's chest rumble with laughter as she snuggled closer. She hadn't rode bitch in a long time, she'd forgotten the rush.

Happy let himself fully smile for the first time in a long time. Here he was, flying down the highway at that coveted 92 mph, with a gorgeous woman on the back of his bike, life couldn't be more perfect. He was going to sleep in his own bed tonight, and finally get to fuck the woman of his dreams. Stevie was a tough as nails biker chick, he didn't take that lightly. He wasn't sure how to express that to her, which was why he'd stopped entertaining crows at the clubhouse. He shook his head slightly to clear the noise and focused on the moment. He pulled off the highway to a his favorite spot that overlooked the bay. He shut off the bike and set it.

Stevie sighed, sliding off the bike and removing her helmet. Happy settled on the scrubby grass, pulling her down to sit between his legs. Stevie smiled and settled down, resting her back against his chest. Happy wrapped his arms around her, and held her close. The water shimmered with the fading sun, the warm breeze softly blowing her hair away from her face. They sat like this for a few minutes before Happy broke the silence. "Thank you."

Stevie's heart stopped. Happy Lowman didn't thank anyone, for anything, ever. "You're welcome?" Stevie answered, turning a little so she could see his face. He had another infernal toothpick between his lips.

Happy smirked, "Not good at this part, little girl." He murmured, his voice slightly deeper than usual. He leaned back to gaze out at the water, tossing his toothpick into the wind.

"Well," Stevie smiled, "You know what they say, practice makes perfect." She pulled out her pack of smokes, offering him one. He took one and she lit his, and then hers.

Happy let loose a long drag and shook his head. "Not just some pussy." He swallowed hard, watching her reaction. Her smile deepened. He scoffed, "You're more than that." He took another drag as she settled back against his chest.

"That why you haven't had any pussy since the party last week?" Stevie asked, biting her lip. She wasn't sure if he knew she'd noticed.

Happy stopped breathing for a moment. "You noticed?" He released the smoke through his nose.

"Oh yeah." Stevie chuckled. "You're usually all tangled up in blonde, slim and desperate." She took another drag, blowing it out quickly. "Also helped that I got an earful from her that night."

He chuckled, the vibrations doing delicious things to Stevie's simmering arousal. He remembered the sight. Stevie was confronted by a blonde he occasionally kept company with. She was his usual crow when he was in attendance at a SAMCRO party, Stevie was pretty sure he didn't fuck her. He rarely invited the girl back to his dorm, giving no hope of ever earning Old Lady status with him. She torn into Stevie for messing up her chance at his patch.

"Who do you think you are?" The blonde croweater who usually hung around Happy, approached Stevie at the bar.

"Excuse me?" Stevie shot back, not bothering to turn towards the girl.

The blonde rolled her eyes, "I said-"

"Oh, I heard what you said sweetheart." Stevie scoffed. "Just tell me what patch you think I'm stepping on now…" She tossed back the rest of the whiskey in her glass, setting it back down on the bar with a thud.

"Happy's." The blonde pouted, crossing her arms, trying to look tough.

Stevie bit her lip to keep from laughing in the girl's face. "Happy's." Stevie repeated. "Hm." She had caught him looking at her more, watching her while they were in church, or when they were alone on assignment. They'd almost kissed a few times, a phone call or someone walking into the room prevented it. She glanced over at Hap's usual corner, he was there. Alone. Not a croweater in sight. Ah. Hence the ambush at the bar. Shit.

"Look, sweetie." Stevie sighed, "I'm a MC member, you're a croweater." She locked eyes with Gemma across the room. Gemma nodded. "You've got your place, I've got mine." She leaned in and whispered in the girl's ear, "You best remember that." She pulled back to smile sweetly at the girl only to have the blonde wind up and smack her across the face. Stevie reacted, punching the girl in the nose. She went to finish the job when suddenly Jax appeared between Stevie and the blonde.

"Cool off, Stevie." He growled at her, hands on her shoulders. Stevie shook her head, lunging for the blonde, "Go!" Jax shouted, shoving her back. Happy was on his feet. He didn't like anyone shoving Stevie around, even if it was the VP.

"Next time I won't be so nice." Stevie said over Jax's shoulder, spitting on the floor. Then she spun on her heel and disappeared out of the clubhouse. She headed straight for her bike. She slapped on her helmet and started it up.

Happy jogged across the lot, watching Stevie mount her bike. He followed, snapping his helmet on as he sped after her out of the lot. She hung a right and headed for the highway. She pulled to a stop at the last stoplight before the highway began, he rolled to a stop beside her.

"Catch me if you can, old man." Stevie taunted, revving her engine. She flashed him a brilliant smile.

Happy revved back, waiting for the light to change. Once it turned green, they dropped the hammer. Speeding alongside Stevie down that highway, he felt himself falling in deep. They'd begun to at least tolerate one another. With Clay pairing them up on assignments, it was imperative they at least be civil to one another. Seeing her like this began to break his resolve and his efforts to keep her at arm's length were failing.

They rode for almost a half hour before Stevie turned back towards Charming. He kept up with her, even when she was weaving in and out of traffic. They pulled up to the clubhouse, and backed in their bikes. Stevie dismounted and stashed her helmet. She strode purposefully over to him, gripped the front of his kutte and pressed her lips to his. Happy didn't even get a chance to react before she pulled away. "Thanks for the rush, Hap." She purred, biting her lip. Then she released her grip on his leather and disappeared into the clubhouse. He slumped back against his bike, breathless.

"Worked out." Happy grunted, tossing his spent cigarette. His eyes drifted closed as the salty wind washed over him.

Stevie smirked, "Yeah, guess it did, didn't it?" She bit her lip. "Happy, I-"

Before she could continue, Happy gripped her shoulders, turning her towards him, claiming her mouth in a hard kiss.

Stevie melted against his chest, her hands gripping the front of his kutte. She opened for him, and he lowered her to the ground, settling between her spread legs. They continued to kiss, his still gloved hand sliding up under her kutte to cup her breast. She arched into his touch, her head falling back, giving him better access to her throat.

Happy bit down on Stevie's collarbone, grinding his growing erection into her core. He soothed the now purpling mark with his lips and tongue, accomplishing his goal. He wanted her to walk into his clubhouse, branded so all his brothers knew she was his and his alone.

"Really, Hap?" Stevie groaned as he pulled back to look at his handy work.

He grunted, pulling her closer for a soft kiss. He released her mouth, letting his face remain close to hers for a moment, feeling the intoxicating rush of their nearness. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Kozik was probably trying to keep him honest. Or, he wanted time with the vixen in his arms, too. His ego made him choose the latter. He pulled back, getting to his feet and pulling her with him.

Stevie gripped the front of Happy's kutte for a moment until the world stopped spinning. He had her so off balance, his very presence was intoxicating, let alone having his mouth on her. "T-time to head back?" Stevie's voice wavered a little. She cursed under her breath. She was a bad ass biker chick, not some wanton skank. She took a step back, running a hand through her ponytail.

Happy nodded, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, "Yeah." He enjoyed unnerving the notorious, Angel of Death. He started the bike, handing her the helmet. As soon as she settled, he had them off and flying back to the clubhouse.

Kozik stood next to the bar, waiting for Happy and Stevie to return from their ride. He wasn't stupid, he knew Hap swept Stevie away before anyone else had a chance to swoop in and challenge his claim. Stevie still seemed a little oblivious to it, but Happy was completely obsessed with her. He didn't give any time, let alone ride time, to just anyone. Hap was an extremely private person, and for him to share a 'cool off' ride was big.

Stevie took a deep breath before they entered the clubhouse, trying to calm her fluttering stomach. Happy slid his arm casually around her waist as they approached the bar. Kozik nodded at the pair, waiving over the prospect who was slinging drinks. "Three shots of Jaeger, and three beers." Kozik ordered, turning to watch Stevie survey the room. "Welcome to Tacoma, baby." He winked, earning a glare from Happy and a chuckle from Stevie.

The clubhouse was smaller than SAMCRO, but still had the familiar stench of pussy, beer and weed. Stevie didn't spend a ton of time in the main bar area in Charming, she mostly kept to her room and the garage or lot. Pussy wasn't really her favorite air freshener. The music was cranked, classic rock oozing out over the speakers. Currently, Motley Crue's Girls, Girls, Girls, had everyone tapping their toes or swaying their hips. The song was pretty accurate for what was in the room. Tacoma wasn't a big charter, but there had to be at least a dozen young women strutting their stuff.

"Quite the collection," Stevie teased, nodding to the room.

Kozik scoffed, "We can't all have an entire MC of men at our disposal, Stevie." He held up his shot.

"Touche." Stevie grinned, raising her glass. "What're we drinking to, Kozy?" She bit her lip, feeling Happy's grip on her hip tighten.

"Old friends." Kozik murmured, giving her a mega watt grin. Happy rolled his eyes.

"Old friends." Stevie chuckled. Happy grunted and raised his glass. They clinked glasses and slammed the shot.

Happy leaned close to murmur in her ear. "My dorm, fifteen minutes." Then he slid off his bar stool, towered over her for a moment, then headed off to church to meet with Tacoma's President, Lee.

Kozik noticed the brand Happy left on her collarbone. That was definitely not there when they arrived. "He treating you good?" He murmured, leveling his gaze with hers.

Stevie felt a blush creep up her cheeks. "Yeah," She murmured with a shrug, looking away, taking a swig of beer.

Kozik's jaw twitched. "If he's still sleeping with-"

"He's not." Stevie stopped him. Kozik cocked an eyebrow. That wasn't like Happy, he took advantage of pussy wherever he went. "Hasn't since things heated up last week."

"Well, shit." Kozik laughed. "That's pretty serious."

"Yeah," Stevie scoffed, "Tell me about it." They were silent for a few moments, Stevie prayed Kozik would get the hint and change the subject.

"I see Charming has been treating you well," Lee mused, nodding towards the bar where Stevie sat with Kozik.

Happy grunted, "You could say that." He watched as Stevie glanced up at the clock, then back at Kozik. He said something that made her shoulders shake with laughter and her cheeks bloom with color. It had been a long time since he wanted to be the one making a woman laugh like that.

Lee barked a laugh, "C'mon Hap." He sighed. "She's gorgeous." He turned from the window, to settled back at the head of the table. "Plus she's just as dangerous and crazy as you are."

Happy turned away from the window to settle at the table. "I'm going Nomad." He stated, not leaving any room for negotiation. He'd mentioned the desire to Lee a few months ago when his Mother's health took a turn for the worst.

Lee leaned back in his chair and studied the guarded man at the table. He knew that Hap's Mom was sick and in Bakersfield. He also knew that look; Happy was smitten with the blonde assassin sitting at the bar. A female biker was virtually unheard of. A female enforcer was even more rare. He took a deep breath, letting it out his nose. "Okay." He nodded. "We'll vote on your request tomorrow morning before you head back to Charming."

"That's it?" Happy questioned, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest.

Lee shrugged, "What else is there Hap?" He asked, "You want to take care of your Mom, and you always step up when asked. I know if we really get in a jamb, we can give you a call."

Happy pursed his lips. It seemed too easy. He knew the Sons were big on family, and they were even bigger on loyalty. "Okay." He nodded.

"Now," Lee smirked, "Why don't you tell me about that blonde bombshell shooting whiskey at the bar." Hap's eyebrows rose. Lee leaned forward a little, "She's got you hooked, line and sinker, brother."

Dearest Readers,

Thank you for joining me on this adventure. We've got over 50 people following this story, and double digit reviews! Your support means the world to me.

I hope you had a lovely Holiday.

Girls, Girls, Girls - Motley Crue - This song is blaring over the speakers as Stevie and Kozik sit at the bar. Seemed like a great title, too.

Up next is the big moment we've all been waiting for. Happy's got Stevie all to himself tonight. No pressing club business, no responsibility, just the two of them, together. Let's see what happens!

xoxo

Lumora The White