Hey! The second chapter. I reworked the first one too, making the paragraphs smaller because it was hard to read. Here the second one, already tried to format it. Thank you for reviewing so much! It helps a lot.

About the grammer/spelling mistakes: I'm sorry, I try really hard to make the story intresting and at the same time expand my vocabulary. TRY to understand that I am not a native speaker and I DO make a lot of mistakes. Thank you.

I woke up because someone opened the room's door. Irritated by the unfamiliar surroundings, I got tangled up in the blanket, while attempting to stand up. „God, it smells of pussy in here." A woman was standing in the doorway, looking down on me. Her eyes had a strong look to them and refused to tell me anything about her. „Good morning.", she said „You know where you are?",she asked me closing the door behind her. I got up and untangled myself. The thought of the night before still exhausted me so much, my legs were shaking.

„Good morning.", I murmured back and nodded. The woman was a lot older than me, but she looked beautiful and wise. Her presence was threatening on its own. The woman stared back at me, smiling lightly and brushed away some of her dark brown hair. Some streaks were dyed blonde. She was examining me. Now her look rested on my face again. „I'm Gemma.", she started and handed over a bag. „Happy got you some clean clothes. He's out with the others." I took the paper bag from her hands and pulled out a pair of black denim jeans and a green tank top. „Thanks.", I said. „My name's Lydia."

She stayed in my room while I dressed up „And what are you doing here?", Gemma asked. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and gave me a judging look. I frowned and sighed. I didn't really know the answer to this question, so I simply shrugged and said: „Happy brought me here."

The woman relaxed a little, still she was spiking me with her eyes. „Yes, I know that. I wanted to know why." „I-I... Well,...", I stuttered and stared down to the floor. „I know he's banging you. Come on, put yourself together and we'll have some coffee.", she chuckled and walked out of the room.

I followed her on shaky legs to the bar, I had seen the night before. I couldn't recall anything of it. Somehow I was glad. I glanced around the room and briefly ran my eyes over the dozens of photographs on the wall. It looked a lot like my bar, apart from the fact that it was bigger and the

There were people there too. A few girls, each of them more seductive than the other. I entered behind Gemma, tried to hide behind her, still I felt naked. The top Happy had got me was way too short and showed half of my back. It was uncomfortable. I struggled to pull it down from time to time. Gemma sat down on a table and so did I. „Can I get you anything, Gemma?", a middle-aged man with a big smile and only few hair, rushed to our place and I could do nothing, but stare at his hands in shock. There was only the index finger left on both of them. The rest was some artificial limb made of wood or plastic. He looked at me and shrugged with an understanding face. „You're irritated by them. Everybody is."

„Get us some coffee, Chuckie.", Gemma said and smiled at me. „What happened to your nose?"

I carefully touched it and a sudden pain shot into my head. „Rough night. Some guy's at my bar... Well, they didn't care about courtesy. Happy was there and... Took me here. I really don't understand why."

Gemma leaned back and thanked Chuckie who had put two black cups and a can of coffee on the table. He went off again and I helped myself to some coffee. The cup showed the same figure, as the patch on the back of Happy's leather vest did. A grim Reaper, the words 'Sons of Anarchy' written above and 'California' underneath. I blew air into the cup to cool down the freshly brewed coffee and took a sip.

„You own a bar?", Gemma asked and I nodded. „Yes, it's next to the Jelly Bean- It's a strip club... Maybe you know the place... Wait! No offense."
Gemma chuckled. „None taken. But... Seriously? Out there? That's not a good place to own a bar." I shrugged. „My Grandfather bought the place 30 years ago, when he died, he gave it to my mother and now I own it. It wasn't my decision. Believe me, I often curse my Grandpa for buying this shit hole, but it's family business."

Gemma's face turned softer for a second and for the first time she honestly smiled at me. I bummed a cigarette from her when she got out a package and we smoked. „Hey, earlier you said, that you knew I was banging Happy. Did he say that?", I asked and she sighed. „Sweetie, you might not know, but I see you around often here. I don't really care for you eaters, and I don't know all of your names, but I know who's around this place."

„What?", I asked and before she could start again I asked: „It's the first time I've ever been here. Happy comes to my bar regularly, but we're not ..."

Gemma rose one of her eyebrows. „So you're not the girl he left with last afternoon?"

My body felt numb and I shook my head. I was angry and jealous. It felt like Happy had lied right to my face when saying he liked me. Gemma looked at me in pity. „Oh shit, sorry. I didn't know..."

I interrupted her with a gesture and smirked sadly. „It's okay. It's not like... Like we're seeing each other or something. Hey, can I borrow your cell? I feel like... Going home."


Happy was always the last one to pull over on the lot. He got of his bike and followed Juice to the clubhouse. Happy was excited somehow, because he knew Lydia was waiting for him. The MC's president stopped him, in front of the entrance and quietly asked: „Tell me about what happened yesterday." The Tacoma-Killer brushed his bold head and recalled the case. He told Jax about how he left the eater to drive over to Lydia's place and found her discussing with the two men. „She borrowed money from them?", Jax asked when Happy got stuck on the part where they had hit her head on the table. „Yeah, well... Her brother did."

His president nodded and Happy continued: „I wanted to jump in and help her, that's when that young shithead pulled a gun at me. I had to stop where I was, since I wanted neither of us to get killed." Jax listened in silence, smoking. „Let's get to the part with the killing.", he demanded. Happy sighed. For a second he could see the scene clearly before his eyes. The hatred and anger burning in Lydia's beautiful grey orbs. How she bounced up and how the blade entered the man's throat. He had seen it. The relieved look on the beekeepers face, when he fell dead, a wicked grin fading on her stunningly adorable face. The blonde president threw away the cigarette stub and looked at him questioning. „Tell me, Happy. Did she really kill him?"

Happy nodded. „Yes. Of course. Why would I lie about that, prez?" Jackson Teller patted one of Happy's shoulders and went inside, followed by Happy himself. Gemma Teller-Morrow greeted her son with a kiss on the cheek and looked at Happy with a sad smile. When Jax told her to bring over Lydia, his mother shook her head and told him she was gone. „What?", Happy interrupted the conversation. „Why?" Gemma stood with her hands on her hips and sighed. „I confused her with the eater you take home sometimes. She looked sad and asked me to call a cab. That was three hours ago." Happy could feel anger rushing through him but he concentrated on the important thing. „I know where she lives.", he stated and glanced at Gemma grimly. The older woman stared back at him in remorse. Jax was enervated by the situation. „Okay", he said. „Happy, go and pick her up."

Happy didn't need to be told twice. He rushed back to his bike and put on the helmet. When he fired up, he saw Juice get on his bike aswell. The two of them rode to Lydia's house and parked in front.

Upon knocking the two of them were rewarded with silence. Happy knocked harder. The glass in the front door vibrated. „Go away!", a familiar voice yelled behind the door. „Let me in.", Happy grunted. Juice looked at him, somehow irritated by the situation. Happy knocked again.

This time he banged his flat hand against the wooden part of the door. He stared at the white, wahed out paintig of the house, peeling itself of in the sun. There was only silence. Happy walked back a few steps and kicked against the door. He didn't feel like playing around like that all day. „What the fuck? Happy!", Lydia yelled.

„Wait! I'm gonna open." The man relaxed and Juice came up behind him. The door was opened and there she was. Happy scanned her broken nose. It was swollen and dark blue. She was wearing the clothes he had gotten for her, even the short green tank top. It showed half of the ink on her back when she turned and walked back inside. They were standing in her living room, Happy guessed. "Your're looking good.", he commented and she looked down at herself, before rolling her eyes at him. "I didn't bother to change."

Juice closed the door behind them and Happy told him to sit down on the couch, which was made of blue velvet. The rest of the room was barely filled with anything. There were paintings on the wall and a few photographs, but apart from the TV and the couch no furniture. She was owning a lot of books and all of them were piled along the wall. He didn't count them, but there must have been hundreds. Happy followed Lydia into the hallway.

„I'm over here.", she called and he found her in the kitchen. This room actually really looked like it was supposed to be. She was standing in front of the fridge and got out two beer. „Here.", she said handing one over to him before walking back into the living room to hand the other one over to Juice. Her naked feet made a slapping sound on the wooden floor.

„I need to talk to you in private.", Happy told her and she gave Juice the remote for the TV. „Follow me.", she said. Happy traced the woman back into the hallway where she banged the wall with one of her fists and a door he hadn't seen swung open. Happy left the beer standing on the hallway floor. Behind the hidden door was stairway. It leaded downwards, and although it was behind the wall, there was a bright light glowing in the cellar. „I need to work.", She said and he followed her down. The room was obviously the cellar of her house. Half of it was filled with plants. „You're growing weed?", Happy asked bemused. „The bar is an unprofitable shit hole.", she answered. „But the little ones is not why I'm here. I'm here for the fun stuff."

She lit a half smoked joint and walked over to a cupboard. When she opened, Happy widened his eyes in disbelief. The cupboard was filled with guns of all kinds. There were hand guns, rifles, a crossbow even. Lydia blew out some smoke and took out a 44. Calibre Magnum revolver. She swung it open and checked if it was loaded.

„Let me smoke with you.", Happy pleaded and he came up behind her, resting one of his hands on the bare part of her back. His fingertips prickled from the sensation of her soft skin. She closed the door again and turned to face him. Happy could feel her breath tickle his throat. Her eyes were locked on his. She handed him the smoke and walked past him. „What do you want?", she asked. „The MC's president asked me to pick you up.", he answered.

Lydia got two brown packages out of a box and turned around. „I can't.", she snapped and turned back to him. „You're angry.", Happy said and she nodded. „I'm sorry."

Lydia walked over and touched his left arm. Happy wrapped her in his arms again and she started crying. „I don't like that you lied to me.", she sobbed and he softly turned her head to look in her face. „Gemma told me you're... With someone."

Happy kissed her forehead. „I'm not with someone." Lydia moved away. She wiped away the tears and shook her head. „Don't lie to me. You've been banging some... How did Gemma call it? Eater."

„Yeah.", he gave in. She was staring at him, without moving one of the muscles on her face. „But she doesn't mean anything to me. Unlike you."

Lydia sighed. „You can't say that, Happy. You can't." She raced the stairs back up and he found her in the living room. Juice had stopped her from storming out of the house. „You'll have to come with us.", Happy repeated and forced her to look at him. „I didn't mean to hurt you. I like you. I don't want you to hate me."

The woman started crying again. „I don't hate you.", she screamed in between two extremely deep sobs. He cupped her face in his hands and softly caressed her white skin. „I'll have to deliver this.", she said with a shaky voice when she had stopped crying. „We'll take you there and then we ride back to the clubhouse, okay?"

She nodded and smiled lightly. „I'm jealous of her." Happy kissed her quickly and smiled back. „I know. But she's not gonna take me from you."

Juice laughed. „You two are totally dating, you know?" The young hispanic nervously walked around them and when they parted Lydia said: „No we're not."

Happy sighed. „Let's get going."


I enjoyed riding with Happy again. It was only the second time but it was even more fun, because I was not scared of falling down anymore. Juice was riding with us two. His statement had made me think about what I wanted. I liked Happy, I wanted to know more of him, but I wasn't sure what he wanted. I didn't bother to ask him when we got off his bike in front of Mrs. Shoreman's house. The old woman came rushing out of the house when she saw me. „Oh, it's good that you're here. Is it the delivery day allready?"

I handed over the first package and she gave me an envelope. „This should be covering your efforts." I kissed her cheek and put the envelope in my bag. „Who are the good-looking men you're with today?", she asked when I bummed a cigarette. „This is Juice.", I said and pointed at him. He waved back at Mrs. Sherman.

„Hi Sweetie.", she said and blew him a kiss. Mrs. Sherman was a nice old widow I had met during my mother's cancer therapy. She looked extremely young for already being over 60 years old. „And who's that grim fellow?" I smiled at her and pulled on my cigarette. „That's Happy.", I said and she giggled. „Oh, I already heard about you, Mr. Lowman. Lydia has said good things about you. Be sure to keep her safe."

I blushed when Happy nodded. waved us goodbye while we drove off. The next address was only a few more minutes away, but Rico wasn't at home. Instead his wife Ellen opened and happily took the package from my hands. „Thank you so much!", she yelled and hugged me intensly. Then her face turned sad. „I'm sorry", the small woman with the short red hair continued. „We don't have any money for you this week. We had to Take Rory to hospital and our insurance isn't covering the treatment. To be serious... I don't even know how we're going to pay that."

I counted the money in my envelope and gave it to her. „Here. This is 300 bucks."

She took the money and her face brightened. I knew she was going to take it, because she needed it, but I also knew she was feeling bad about it. „You don't have to pay it back."

Again I was hugged so hard, I couldn't breath for a moment. „I don't know how to thank you, hun. Really. You're an angel." I smiled. „It's nothing.", I said and turned back to Happy and Juice. The door closed and Juice said: „That was really nice of you." I shrugged and walked back to Happy's bike. „They allways invite me over for Christmas and Thanksgiving. It's nice with them."

I climbed up behind him and off we went to Teller-Morrow's.

He took me to the clubhouse, where I'd been the night before and sat down at a table with me. „What did you give them?", he asked. „Weed.", I answered. „You're giving it away for free?" I shook my head. „Mrs. Shoreman is selling the stuff to elderly women with cancer she knows. She explained to me, that they'd rather have my stuff, because it's cheaper than the dope they can get at the store. Apart from that, it's my hobby to grow the plants and I can't smoke all of it alone. Sometimes I sell brownies at the bar, but there's always leftovers, since there's not so many people around."

He scanned my face, without smiling. „What Juice said... About us dating.", he started and paused. I made a gesture. „Don't mind that. You don't have to feel responsible for me."

Happy chuckled. „But I do.", he said. „And, to be serious, I can understand why you're jealous. If I think about you being with someone else, I want to break shit into pieces.", he paused again, looking at me, as if searching for approval. „I'm not good at this... Relationship something.", he continued. I could do nothing but stare at him. „It's been a long time, since I had that kind of... thing. But... You're great. You...", he hesitated. „You're so young and I'm..."

Happy was still looking at me. His black orbs locked on me. His fingers drummed on the table nervously. „You're an attractive man, that I like.", I added and grabbed one of his hands. Our fingers knotted and he sighed. „And you're just adorable. How you jammed that knife up the man's throat... It was ecstasy. Really."

I fastened the grip on his hand, that was warm and rough against mine. „I didn't kill him out of self-defense. I did it because I wanted him dead. That was very unreasonable.", I answered but he shook his head. „It was amazing."

I giggled. „Yes... I'm good with knives." His thumb brushed my hand and I closed my eyes to enjoy it. „I want you to stay.", he said. „I'm not going anywhere.", I replied. I opened my eyes again and redrew the ink on his arms with my fingers. „You're a violent person.", he declared and I shook my head. „I don't think of it that way. Violence is a part of this world. Good and evil always go together. They can't live without each other. There is always war, so in other places can be peace. Prove me wrong, but I think of us the same way."

He pulled the hand he held to his mouth and kissed it. „So you say, that we're good and evil, all in one." I shook my head. „I said that for good to exist, there allways needs to be something evil. They need each other to be. Like I need you. Even if I hate to say that."

Happy smiled. „I need you too."