I'm so surprised at how many people have put me on Story Alert and reviewed. Thank you for all the support.
I do want to say that Charlie is a mass of contradictions. I'm trying to avoid making her mary-sue in the slightest. I don't want her to be an assassin or have a crazy ex after her. She does have a past that has been mentioned but not exposed yet and I want to keep her the same as she's started. She's frustrated with her daughter and dreading her son entering puberty. And you have to remember she's a young mom, not necessarily prepared for everything parenthood is throwing at her. Just wanted to let everyone know that her past will be exposed, just not yet and that yeah she's always cursing at her kid, but that's just how she's dealing with a teenager.
Thanks to the lovely Kateriina Sofia for betaing for me.
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Happy stayed in Charming for the rest of the week. Tig had wanted him to stick around for the Friday night party and he didn't exactly have anything better to do. He found himself out riding a lot. Took him a couple days to figure out he was looking for something, or rather someone. Charlie had been running around his head and no pussy had been able to get her out.
He'd seen her twice during the week, once when she was out picking up her kids, and again heading into a grocery store. Each time, he paused just watching her. He couldn't understand how this bitch had gotten under his skin. Maybe it was 'cause he had been told he couldn't have her. That had never gone over well before why would that change now.
Currently, he was tossing back drinks at the bar in the clubhouse.
"Prospect!" He said, raising his glass. The kid ran over to fill his glass. Kip, or rather Half-Sack, was a good kid. Knew when to keep his mouth shut and not ask questions, even if he was a little high-strung. Tig walked out of the dorms and joined Happy at the bar.
"Half-Sack, get me a beer." He said. Looking over at the club's killer, Tig chuckled.
"This gash has got you all sorts of twisted. What the fuck, man?" he said. Happy just watched him blankly.
"Oh don't even try man. It's fucking obvious she got under your skin." Tig said plainly.
"Whatever man." Was all the reply he got.
"You gotta do something, man. Get laid, fight someone somethin' She's untouchable." Tig said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Happy said stonily.
"She won't let anyone in. At all." Tig replied, watching the killer's reactions. Happy just got up and left the clubhouse.
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Charlie sighed as she left her work. She owned a small boutique on Main Street not too far from Floyd's Barber shop. It wasn't anything big but it was where she met Gemma Teller and Clay Morrow. Poor man had been dragged in by his wife one day two years past, so she could go shopping.
Charlie looked up at the sound of a couple arguing. The man was making it very clear he did not under any circumstances want to be in this "pussy ass shit hole." Charlie cleared her throat loudly at those words. The man paused and raised an eyebrow as if he was saying, "Can I help you?"
"Hi. I'm Charlie. I own this pussy ass shit hole. Do you need help finding anything?" She said, smiling sweetly. Gemma smirked at the expression on Clay's face.
"No we don't we were just leaving." He said unimpressed with her cheeky attitude.
"No we weren't you were." Gemma said, turning to Charlie. "Just looking around sweetheart. Anything to recommend?"
"Of course." Charlie said leading Gemma deeper into the store. Clay just began grumbling and walked out.
Charlie had spent the whole morning unloading merchandise with her one employee, Caroline. Caroline was a twenty two year old tiny blonde girl who had walked in one day and never left. Now Charlie was leaving the store in her care for the afternoon.
She had just climbed into her car when her phone rang. She tapped at the screen without even checking the caller I.D.
"Hello?"
"Charlie." Gemma's voice came over the line. Charlie sighed, fearing what was about to happen.
"Hi Gemma. Whatcha need?" Charlie asked, falsely cheerful.
"Just informing you that the prospect is going to be on guard duty tonight for you so you are coming to the party at the clubhouse." Gemma said simply, though her tone left no room for argument.
"Guard duty?" Charlie asked fearfully.
"Babysitting. He's gonna come stay with the kids for you so you can come to the party tonight." Gemma said plainly. "I'll be there at eight to pick you up. Wear something sexy, your eye candy will be there tonight."
"Eye candy." Charlie squawked, eyes wide. Gemma simply hung up the phone.
"Shit! Shit shit shit!" Charlie snapped out. She quickly drove home and started diving through her closet.
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Gemma grinned as she hung up the phone. Everyone else may think that Happy needed to stay fifty yards away from Charlie at all times but that girl needed some happiness and if she wanted Happy, well Gemma would just have to help with that.
Clay walked into the office. "Everything set for tonight? Vegas and Indian Hills are coming up and we got Nomads too."
"Kozik called. He, Lorca, and Bully are coming down. He said he had something to talk to you about." Jax stopped in the office door.
"Everything is set on my end. Now I'm bringing Charlie tonight. I want you guys to help keep the idiots off of her." Gemma said sifting through another stack of invoices.
Jax and Clay exchanged looks. "Are you serious?" Clay asked.
"Yeah mom. We all know this shit ain't for her." Jax said, incredulously. Gemma sighed.
"Well fine, I'll just uninvite her and let her stay at home alone with her kids… again. I'm sure she'll appreciate that." She said sadly. Clay and Jax falling right into her plan.
"Jesus Gemma. Fine. You stay close to her and we'll keep the men away." Clay conceded.
"I love you." She said, smiling broadly.
"Yeah yeah." Clay said, leaving the office. Jax began laughing.
"What?" His mother asked.
"Does he know how much you play him?" Jax asked.
"Yeah but he just lets it happen." She said, looking at the clock. "Oh gotta run. I'm gonna go help Charlie get ready and prepare her for tonight."
"Shit mom it's only three."
"So? She's probably out picking up her kids at the moment which means she's gonna need help corralling them 'til the prospect gets there." She said.
"Prospect? You're making him babysit for her?" Jax asked.
"Yeah. Is that wrong?" Gemma said with a slight smirk. Jax just shook his head.
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Charlie had ripped her closet apart, looking for the right outfit, but she was faced with an unusual problem for her. She couldn't find a single thing to wear. Her kids would be home soon and although she had showered and blow dried her hair, she was standing in her robe at a loss.
The doorbell rang. Charlie dashed down the stairs. Looking through the peephole, she saw Gemma.
She ripped the door open with an "Oh thank God." Gemma raised an eyebrow.
"Problems?" She asked.
"Yes!" Charlie said, and dragged Gemma up to her room. Looking at the pile of clothes that covered the king sized bed, Gemma saw the problem.
"Can't find anything to wear tonight huh?" She said, grinning.
"God no. I've gone through anything but I have no idea what to put on that doesn't make me one of the sluts but isn't too… conservative." Charlie said, glancing desperately at the mountain of clothes on the bed.
"Good thing I'm here then." Gemma said, lightly. She began sorting through clothes looking for anything that would be suitable.
"I was thinking this maybe?" Charlie said, picking up a pair of black leggings and a silver slim fit top that was long enough to cover to mid thigh. Gemma eyed the outfit critically.
"Like the top, not the bottoms. Try these instead." The queen said flinging a pair of black skinny jeans at her. Charlie walked into the bathroom and began changing.
"So why are you so interested in looking hot tonight?" Gemma casually asked, starting to put clothes back on hangers while she waited.
"I don't know. I haven't been out in forever. It'll be nice to get away from the kids and be somewhat normal. Get back some of my twenties' I missed having kids." Charlie laughed.
"Really? I thought it might have something to do with our Happy friend." Gemma said continuing to hang clothes up, grinning at the stuttering erupting from the bathroom.
"I-I have n-no idea wh-what you're talking about." Charlie stammered out. She walked out of the bathroom. Gemma looked over and smiled.
"Well, whoever you're not trying to impress will have to pick his jaw up off the ground when you show up wearing that." She said, watching as Charlie blushed.
"Are you sure? I really don't have the stomach for it anymore. Not since Carson." Gemma walked over and looked to see what she meant.
"Oh honey, that is not something to be ashamed of. And some guys find that sexy." Gemma said trying to cheer her up. Charlie looked again.
"I guess it's not too bad." She said, turning to the side and looking over herself.
"You look hot. You'll blow all those skanks away from the man you're not trying to impress with no problem." Gemma said smirking.
Charlie heard the kids coming in the house. The arguing loud enough to be heard up the flight of stairs.
"Quit being such a douche!" Azalia shouted. Carson laughed.
"It's not my fault I busted you sucking face with Jordan." He said before making kissing noises.
"Well there went my night." Charlie said sighing.
"What do you mean? You're not getting out of this." Gemma insisted.
"I'm not gonna sick my terrors on the prospect. Are you kidding? He wouldn't last an hour with Z. Carson would be fine but my lovely sullen teenager I don't think so." Charlie scoffed. Gemma crossed her arms and stared her down. "UGH! Fine but when the prospect comes tearing out of my house like a bat out of hell at the end of the night, I'm gonna say I told you so."
Gemma just laughed and went downstairs to see the hellions in action. She watched them continue to argue for a few minutes before clearing her throat loudly. The two stopped and stared at her.
"Your mom's going out tonight. Someone's coming over to keep you from blowing the house up." She said, staring the two down. They instantly started complaining about having a babysitter, but Gemma would have none of it. She wasn't the biker queen for nothing. All she did was narrow her eyes, and the two stopped talking.
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Happy walked out of the dorms of the clubhouse. The party was just getting started and he could already see the crow eaters out thick, many of them eying him. He brushed past them and approached Tig, who already had a brunette rubbing all over him. He laughed as the girl was promptly thrown off Tig who got up and led him over to a sofa.
"You gonna find a piece of ass tonight man?" Tig asked. "There's some prime pussy out there." Happy just smirked observing the sweetbutts' attempts to get his attention.
"Maybe." He said. Tig simply smirked before a blonde chick wearing next to nothing planted herself in his lap.
"Hey, go get us beers." Tig told her before pushing her off his lap. Happy saw a red head eying him, but he ignored her.
The blonde came back and handing over the beers she sat down next to Tig, who just looped an arm over her and continued talking to Happy.
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Charlie felt bad for the poor Prospect. As soon as he walked in the door, Azalia had hollered that he looked like a pussy and stormed to her room. Carson laughed at him then challenged him to a game of gears of war.
Gemma pushed Charlie out the door as she called for Carson to go easy on the guy.
"Let's go." Gemma said. They finally got headed to the clubhouse.
"Why are you making me do this Gem? You know this isn't my scene." Charlie said twirling a strand of hair.
"Because you haven't gone out since Jesse left and you need to. It's been six years Charlie." Gemma replied.
"I know. I've just been busy." Charlie said evasively.
"No you're just nervous. You've got a thing for Hap and you don't want to admit it." Gemma bluntly stated.
"I don't even know the guy Gemma! Really!" Charlie exclaimed.
"You know he's hot and you wanna fuck him. Why not go for it?" Gemma asked.
"You know the guys would shit a brick if they heard you talking like that about me. They all think I'm this porcelain doll and I'm not. But I also don't jump into bed with random guys either. I get pregnant to easily for that shit." Charlie said laughing.
"Well we're here so grow a set and have fun." Gemma said turning into the lot and parking. Charlie cringed before climbing out of the car. Gemma led her into the clubhouse.
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Happy was watching a blonde crow eater on the stripper pole. He wasn't too interested in her but it kept Tig from bothering him about the red head who'd been occupying his thoughts the whole week. Turning at the sound of Gemma calling across the clubhouse for the crow eater tending bar to "get this girl a drink," he saw the very woman who had completely mind fucked him.
Charlie was walking up to the bar and she looked hot. A skin tight silver v-neck tank top that just barely covered her ass over a pair of black skinny jeans finished off with a pair open toed stiletto ankle boots. She had curled the ends of her hair into a thick mass and done that smoky eye thing with her make-up. Damn she looked completely fuckable and yet that wasn't what he wanted to do.
Happy got up off the sofa and approached the bar before he realized what he was doing. He paused mid stride and shook his head. He caught Gemma watching him out of the corner of his eye and scowled, continuing on towards the bar.
"Gimme a shot of Jack." He rasped out.
"Same here." A woman's voice said. Snapping his head to the left, he saw that he had walked up right next to Charlie.
The crow eater passed them their shots which Charlie raised to him before tossing it back without batting an eye. He nodded to her before tossing his back as well.
"How have you been, Happy?" Charlie asked her alto voice rasping a bit from the whiskey.
"Good. You?" he replied.
"Good. Night away from the kids is always good. Though I feel bad for the prospect." Charlie chuckled.
"The prospect?" Happy asked.
"Gemma made him go over and watch them so I could come out. You know keep Z from sneaking out and Carson from destroying anything." She said, trying to get the attention of the bartender to get another drink. Happy raised a hand for her and the girl approached.
"Whatcha need?" the brunette said leaning over to show him exactly what was down her shirt.
"Well one, you can stand up straight 'cause I don't need to see down your shirt. Two, I need two rooster tails." The crow eater's face twisted as she promptly stood straight and turned around to get what Charlie asked for.
"Wanting to get hammered?" Happy asked, slightly impressed with how she handled the bitch behind the bar.
"Nope you're doing this one with me." She said with a smirk. He raised his eyebrows. Who was she to tell him what he was going to do, but then he kinda liked that attitude. The bartender set their shot in front of them. Charlie picked up the tequila and tipped it toward him. He copied her actions, they slammed the tequila down followed quickly by the V8 then the orange juice. Charlie delicately wiped her upper lip and smiled up at Happy. Happy just watched as she reached into the top of her shirt and pulled out a cigarette case. Pulling out a cigarette, she patted her pockets.
"Shit. You got a lighter?" Charlie asked Happy. He reached into his jean pocket and pulled out his Zippo. She slid it from between his fingers and lit her smoke. She handed it back blowing out a stream of smoke.
"Well I'd better find Gemma. Thanks for the shot." Charlie slid the cigarette case into her bra and walked away.
Happy damn near gaped after her.