Hey guys!
So didn't I just post.. two days ago? Something like that...
But I had gotten this motivation to write this chapter by a review I got on the last chapter by wrestlenascargirl !
I know lately my chapters have been pretty short, but I haven't really had the motivation to actually write long chapters because I'm not getting much reviews on ANY of my chapters. If you guys change that, maybe longer chapters could be in store in the future. Sound fair?
Remember, I do not own Happy or any other the characters which makes you say, "Hey! I know them!" I simply own the Ortiz family EXCEPT Juice.. but you already knew that. Most of the story you will read comes simply from a land of my own imagination. A land of Rainbows, Butterflies, and Unicorns!
~Just A Fool~
Marcus Alvarez sighed as he turned off the engine to his Harley. He'd been reached out to by his distant cousin the other day about meeting about a business proposition. What about, he wasn't sure. He just knew that the meeting had been set for the middle of nowhere at two o'clock.
His cousin turned at the sound of gravel crushed under their feet. He wore a suit, as always, with designer classes covering his glare. Even though this biker was his cousin, flesh and blood, he couldn't stand the mere thought let alone sight of them. "You couldn't have come alone, cousin?" He asked.
Marcus smirked, "I always have my right hand man with me, Ese. Is that a problem."
"I'm not an Ese." He spat. "I'd appreciate very much if you'd keep this meeting professional and use my name." He sighed and slipped off his glasses. As he put them inside his suit jacket, he pulled out an envelope. "The favor I called to ask about is very simple. I can assure that you'll be paid for your hard, illegal I'm sure, work." He tossed the money to his cousin. "Here's a few grand, you'll get the rest when your job is done."
Marcus rolled his eyes, "Get to the point Ese. I don't have all damn day. I do have a club to run."
His cousin ignored the term, giving up trying to be called his god given name. "I'm sure you're all too familiar with the Sons Of Anarchy, correct?" He asked. "As you know I'm very possessive of my property. And when my property is taken from me, i'll do anything possible to get it back." He frowned as he began his next sentence. "But cousin, you have more experience with these... people. You'd know exactly how to treat them."
"I'm familiar with them." Marcus said. "Can't stand those vatos. They killed my son. What exactly is this property you need to get back Antonio?"
"My girlfriend, Vanessa."
~Just A Fool~
"Let me get this straight..." Juice said as he tapped his rings against his beer. "You want me to go with you to your- our father's house and just talk?"
Vanessa nodded vigorously. "Exactly. Don't you want to meet your other family? It would be nice, don't you think? And I know for sure our dad is dying to meet you."
Juice sighed and nodded. "If that's what you want, Ness, I'll do it. Whatever makes you happy." He turned his attention to the door to the clubhouse as it slammed open. The prospects, Phil and Miles, pushing in Happy. His shirt was torn and his white shirt was covered in blood. "What the hell happened?" He shouted as he jumped down from the barstool.
"There was a car that tried to run us off the road. Hap had to lay down his bike." Filthy Phil said.
"I'm fine!" Happy roared as he tried to turn and head out the door. He glared at the prospects as they stood in front of him, arms crossed, but eyes still filled with fear. He turned back towards Juice. "It's just little scrapes, I'm fine.
Vanessa frowned slightly and jumped down from the bar stool. "Obviously not if you're bleeding like that. Do you want me to take a look?" She asked as she took a step forward.
"No!" He snapped. "I don't want shit from you!"
She stopped in her tracks. She'd never seen him so mean and nasty before, and she couldn't help but wonder what she'd done to deserve to be on the end of it. "Why the hell not? What did I ever do to you, huh?" She asked. "Just let me clean them at least! Then you could get the satisfaction of never having to talk or receive anything for me."
Happy sighed and nodded. Realizing that he went to far with her. She'd been nothing but nice to him and he treated her like shit. Yeah, he felt like an ass.
He followed her down the hall and into the dorm room she'd been set up with. He sat down on the toilet as she instructed and waited for her to find the first aid kit under the seat. "Can you take your shirt off yourself? Or do you need me to do it?" He didn't need her to do it, he wanted her too. So he nodded, and lifted his arms above his head so she could take his shirt off.
He never took his eyes off her face. He watched as her eyes changed when she completely taken off his shirt. And from his experience, he recognized it as lust. He smirked and flexed slightly, not as much as she would know he was doing it on purpose.
He began to shift on the toilet seat when she reached up to tie up her hair in her signature messy bun. Her position made her breast stick out further in front of his face. He didn't know whether she did it on purpose, or by accident, but the tank she wore topped the whole gesture off.
Happy sucked in air and moved back as she put the alcohol covered wipe to his upper arm. When she was finished and applied cream to his scrapes she said, "I thought they called you 'Killa' around here. I wonder what they'd call you if they knew you couldn't take the sting of an alcohol wipe."
He glared at her, and stood chest to chest with her. "Who you talkin' to, girl? I could kill you with my bare hands. Does that mean anything to you?"
"Is it supposed to?" She asked and smiled. "I'm pretty much just saved your life from dying from a possible infection, and you're talking about killing me? Wow, smooth operator." He smirked and picked up his bloody shirt. "Where did you learn to do that? You're not a doctor. How would you know if it was serious or not."
"I've seen serious before." She said as she shifted her gaze to the floor. "This is something you learn when you constantly have cuts and bruises that you can't go to the doctor for. I've gotten pretty good at it."
Happy's eyes softened. "Girl," He picked her chin up with his thumb and index finger. "He was a pussy. No man, big or small, should put his hands on a woman ever." He wiped her tears that slipped out with his thumb. "Now, don't let him get to you. He was wasn't worth it. He didn't deserve you or your tears then, and he sure as hell doesn't deserve you or your tears now."
Vanessa nodded as she stared him in the eyes, which most people wouldn't dared to do, and could tell he was telling the truth. "Thank you." She said. "For everything." He nodded, but didn't move away from her. She smiled slightly and stood on her toes, brushing her lips against his.