AN: So what did everyone think of last nights episode? Dear lord, we are in for a hell of a season!

The club was packed with people, some party the guys tossed together for a visiting charter. It was very seldom that the New England charter came for a visit so of course the occasion called for booze, pussy and music. Madison had turned down the invitation a few times before caving with Lyla and Tara had shown up and damn near dragged her out the door in her pjs. Lyla had brought over a suitcase full of clothes and demanded she try stuff on. "Gotta look hot." She smiled.

And that was how she looked when the three women rolled up in Lyla's car to a party already full in swing. Madison felt like a character in one of Gemma's romance novel books. Her hair was curled, clothes two sizes smaller than she normally wore, teetering across the parking lot in six inch heeled booties. Heads turned towards the women as they made their way across the lot and into the smoke filled clubhouse. Madison had to admit that the chill she got from it was a welcome one. Lyla was immediately scooped up by Opie and Tara wandered off to find Jax, leaving Madison heading to the bar by herself. Juice stood behind it with a few of the crow eaters.

"Hey sweet stuff." He flirted. Madison rolled her eyes.

"Juice, it's me, Maddie." He damn near dropped the bottle he was holding. "Don't worry about it. I won't tell Jax if you fix me a drink." She smiled. He nodded in minor relief before doing as he was asked. She downed half of the contents before signaling for another. Juice glanced around before making another. "Stop acting like I'm underage." She teased. He smiled uneasily and Madison knew she had better go before she gave the guy a heart attack. Finishing off her first glass she grabbed her second and made her way into the crowd.

Everyone seemed to be having a good time, letting their cares disappear for the night. Tara had found her husband and they were snuggled together in a crowd of patched members; Madison's parents were making out, ew, and that's when she spotted Happy. He was sitting on one of the couches with a croweater in his lap nibbling his ear, her hand...well yea. Madison could feel the sickness begin in her stomach but it was quickly buried with anger and aggravation. Downing her drink in a few gulps Madison slammed the cup down on the nearest table and leaned over to a member. "Care to dance?" She asked, biting down on her bottom lip. Recieving a bunch of slaps on the backs and hollers as he stood, he took Madison's hand and led her to the cleared out area which served as a dance floor. His hands hovered over her waist, a little apprehensive. "Don't be afraid, I won't bite."

"You might not but I know who you are and your family sure does bite." He smiled nervously in their direction. Madison couldn't help but laugh.

"It's a dance." She reasoned. She took his hands and put them on her, forcing him to start dancing. "So you have a name?"

"Kellan." Kellan was handsome, clean cut, rather proper for a biker.

"It's nice to meet you Kellan." She pressed against him and closed her eyes. She wanted to enjoy herself, not think about anything else.

Happy's eyes had been on Madison since the second he walked in to the room. He couldn't help the feelings he got when he saw her all gussed up like the gashes that hung around. Without much thinking, he grabbed the nearest one and pulled her down to the couch where she got to work right away. His dark eyes never left her, even as she pulled some guy to the dance floor and pressed on him. He knew his grip was tightening on the girl kissing his neck but he couldn't find it in him to care. The Enforcer knew it was wrong, but when she opened her eyes and they landed on his he grabbed the woman's face who had been kissing his neck and stuck his tongue right down her throat. It could have only been minutes later but when Happy pulled away Madison was no where to be seen.

Madison couldn't quell the anger inside of her when she found Happy kissing that woman. Kissing? Was that even what it was called? It was like he was eating her face off. Excusing herself, Madison rushed to the bathroom to cry in private. One thing she abided by was that you cried behind closed doors, that shit was always kept secret.

"Madison?" Maddie turned, paper towels in hand to find Lyla and Tara standing in the door. Once they saw her face they closed the door and rushed to her, questions flying.

"It's nothing, really." She finally replied, which only led to more tears.

"Come on, you can tell us. You know we will do whatever we can to help." Lyla reasoned and Tara nodded in agreement.

"It's...Happy." She mumbled. Both women exchanged looks before looking at the younger woman sympathetically.

"Oh hun...you care about him, don't you?" Tara asked. Madison nodded, sniffling. "Then fix yourself up and go stake your claim. These bitches are nothing compared to us. Listen, there was this one bitch who kept on your brother even when I came back. It wasn't until she walked in to find us screwing did she start to get he was mine."

"Ugh, Tara." Madison scrunched her nose in disgust and Lyla laughed.

"Gross, but it's true. We are Samcro women, they don't even begin to compare. Beat him at his own game, cause let me tell you, he had his eyes on you since you walked in. Every guy did." Lyla offered a clean napkin, wiping the bleeding mascara off the girl's cheeks.

"What if he rejects me?"

"Oh not likely girl. And if he does, go hook up with that cutie you were dancing with." Lyla began wiping off the ruined make up and reapplying it. Within minutes it looked as though she hadn't cried at all. With a deep breath the girl's ushered her back out to the festivities. "Get your ass out there." Lyla whispered before they both walked away, leaving her to decide what she was going to do. Happy was still on the couch, the woman still in his lap but he wasn't kissing her anymore. When he caught sight of her he stood, taking the woman with him. Madison watched silently as he took the woman to the bar and pinned her against it, his hips grinding in to hers. Madison was shaking as her eyes stayed locked on his as he continued his little show. She wanted to hit something, someone. She stood there, teetering in her heels even as he took the gash by the hand and started for the dorms.

Everything was red. Like someone had given her tinted sunglasses that cast her world in a deep red color. Almost as if she was incapable of stopping herself, like she wasn't in control of her own body she stormed passed people, shoving them out of her way until she reached Happy and the croweater. Roughly she grabbed the woman by the arm and sent her stumbling back, shouting in protest as she landed on the floor. Madison was almost Happy's height in her shoes so she grabbed the back of his neck and yanked him down to meet her. Her lips were urgent, moving rapidly against his. The biker's moved to match hers, his tongue dipping in to tease. Madison felt the discarded gash pull at her and with very little thought or care, released Happy, turned and slugged the woman in the face. "Go find someone else to fuck. He's coming home with me." The woman sputtered and stomped off holding a bloody nose.

Madison turned back to Happy who was staring at her with a smirk. "We leaving or not?" She asked. Happy let out a light chuckle before pulling her lips to his.

"We ain't gonna make it that far little girl." He whispered against them. Slinging her over his shoulder he carried her to his room and slammed the door behind them. Putting Madison down he pressed her against the door roughly and attacked her mouth. He didn't want to admit what a turn on it had been to see her hit someone for him. It hadn't been fully intentional to make her so mad but when the biker stopped to think about it, it kind of had been. He liked seeing her riled up, pissed off, furious even. When he had left Gemma's, he had sworn up and down that he wasn't going to touch her again and yet here he was, tugging her top off, kissing the skin it had exposed. "We can't do this. You ain't a gash." He grunted as she nipped at the skin on his neck. In response Madison shoved him hard so he stumbled backwards before kicking off her shoes.

"Do me a favor and just shut the fuck up. I am sick of the games you play. I'm not asking you to fucking marry me. I am asking you to fuck me." She snapped. Madison had no idea where that had come from. Maybe it had been the pep talk in the bathroom, the high she got from punching that slut or the two tequila sunrises that were swimming in her veins. Either way it turned Happy on.

"You know what your asking woman?" He asked as she walked forward unbuttoning her jeans.

"Wouldn't be asking you if I didn't." Her hands moved to his cut, gently removing it from his shoulders and placing it on the back of the lone chair near the wall. "So are you gonna give me what I want or not?" Madison's hands slid up his shirt, her fingers skimming over his chest playfully. Happy let out a groan. She was going to be the death of him.

"Fuck." He muttered before he grabbed her and tossed her on to the bed. His head was clouded with lust, his body humming for her. Even now the way she looked, laying on his bed, biting her bottom lip in nothing but a bra and her jeas undone. He yanked his shirt off in a single motion, his boots hurriedly untied and kicked off. His eyes stayed glued to the woman who was now running her hands over her chest and down her slender stomach to dance at the top of her jeans. He watched her, his own fingers poised on his button and zipper, as she slid her pants off leaving her in panties matching her bra. She was rubbing her legs together, undoubtly trying to release some of the ache between her thighs. He was going to come undone just standing there watching her.

With a quick tug he threw his jeans on the floor and climbed on top of her. Madison instantly entwined her legs around his waist and pushed her hips against his, moaning at the feeling of his hardness where she wanted him most. "Not yet baby, I'm gonna make you beg for it." Happy whispered in her ear. He pulled back to see her glaring at him and laughed. "I wanna hear you beg for my cock." At his words she felt a shudder run through her and moaned. Cameron had never made her feel like this. This, electricty, was something new. Happy kissed his way down her body, nipping her here and there, eliciting a gasp from her every time. He wanted to mark her, make her remember in the morning the things he did to her, how he made her feel.

Happy had never wanted to do that before.

In the morning he was often alone, having kicked whatever bitch he screwed out right after the deed was done before showering and changing the sheets. He never slept with the scent. But he wanted her to remember. Shoving the thought back he stopped right above her heat. Looking up he found her watching him with hooded eyes. Good. He wanted her to watch.

His tongue ran over the soft fabric ad he was more than happy to find them already soaked. "Damn girl." He ran his finger over her, taking in how wet she had become. There was no time to make her beg. Happy knew if he didn't get inside of her that minute he was going to blow right in his underwear. Without another word he yanked his underwear off and literally tore Madison's off, tossing the fabric on to the floor before quickly sliding on a condom and plunging himself inside in one thrust. Madison cried out, her nails raking Happy's back. Everything was wiped from either one of their minds as he thrust in to her in a frenzied pace. Every little sound she made, every grunt, every moan and scream spurred Happy on more. It wasn't until Madison moaned his name underneath him that he felt himself coming undone.

Madison's walls clenched around Happy's member, pumping him of every last drop as she came herself. Happy surprised her by giving one last thrust before gently kissing her. His lips weren't greedy or demanding, but gentle and sweet even. She waited until he rolled off with a groan to get up and begin pulling her clothes on. She wrinkled her nose as she picked up her ruined underwear and tosed them at Happy. "Guess I won't be wearing those." She smirked. Happy watched her silently, a little surprised that she wasn't trying to cuddle with him or falling asleep in his bed.

"Where are ya going?" He asked as he slowly stood and began dressing himself. Madison stopped pulling on her top and stared at him.

"Back to the party, or home."

"Oh."

"Why, did you have something else in mind?" She asked. Happy shrugged and finished dressing before coming to stand in front of her. Madison thought he was going to lean down and kiss her again but instead his hand gripped the side of her neck a little tightly and he lowered his lips to her ear.

"Practice bright and early. Don't get too drunk." And walked out the door. Madison could do nothing but shake her head and follow. The biker joined his fellow charter members as they slapped him on the back and Jax did his best to ignore the whole thing. Knowing there would be one hell of a discussion the next day Madison called it an early night and a prospect drive her home.