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~
"Elena!" He shouted as he pulled the shirt away from his nose.
The elderly maid cursed under her breath as she entered the room, "Yes, sir?"
Antonio threw the shirt at her, only for it to fall short a few inches. "Explain to me, how did you wash my lucky shirt?"
"With the washing machine.. sir." Elena smirked. Why she took this job, she had no idea. All she knew was that she regretted having to drive across the town to this snob's luxurious house. Was the pay good? Of course. But was the two hundred dollars an hour worth the man who thought his shit smelled like roses? No. And she had cleaned the many bathrooms in the huge house, it for one did not smell like roses. "Is there a problem?"
Antonio's eyes glazed over. "Watch how you speak to me." He spat. "I could have you working in those run down homes in Oakland with a snap of my fingers. You're lucky my cousin recommended you, or else you'd still be working hard to pay for your daughter's children and her little drug habit." He smiled when her smirk was wiped off of her face. "Now, let's get back to the issue at hand." He walked over and picked up the now wrinkled shirt. "Now, speak back to me what I've told you so many times about washing my shirt. What. Is. The. Process?"
Elena smoothed down her uniform and patted to make sure her grayed hair was still secured in her bun. "I am to make sure that the water is on cold, because if it is on hot, it will shrink. Then, I am to add fabric softener only. If I was mix them on this particular fabric, it would cause it to have a lingering smell that absolutely drives you crazy."
Antonio nodded his head, "If you knew that, then why is my shirt driving me crazy?"
He was trying his best to keep calm. The anger management his mother had recommended had done wonders for his stress. It made him realize that Vanessa was never the cause of his stress, but rather that everything bothered him in some way. He'd always had a temper, dating back as far as he could remember. If something wasn't his way, it was set off. When it was set off, all hell broke loose and someone would be hurt. But he wouldn't- couldn't- hurt this elderly maid. She came from a town where she was widely known. Elena was the town's baby sitter, and a rehab center for the local druggies. He knew if he was to put his hands on her, masses of gangsters would travel across town, and beat him to a bloody pulp.
"Well, sir.. We're out of fabric softener." Elena spoke slowly. "Don't know if you remember or not, but I told you the other day. Was thinkin' about leaving to get some, but it would mean more hours of me being here. And I know more hours means more money- money you wouldn't want to spend."
"You're right." He replied as he pulled the button up shirt on. "Just make sure you pick some up on your way here tomorrow. There's money in the cookie jar."
"Are you feelin' alright?" Elena asked. "You're never this nice."
"Just working on my attitude, Elena. Want to make sure my girlfriend will come back to me with my approved temper." He gave her a weak smile. "You're dismissed, Elena. Thank you." Antonio braced his hands on the elaborately carved dresser as she made her way out. The ringing of his personal cell phone making him jump.
"Cousin." He said as he picked up the phone. "How's the favor going?"
"Don't know if I could do it, Ese."
"What do you mean?" Antonio shouted into the phone. "I trusted you! We are family."
"Hardly that, Ese." Marcus sighed. "You never told me why we're getting this girl back, What did she ever do, huh? These Sons, did they kidnap her? Or is she with one of them. You know that we don't do things without a good reason."
"She was taken from me! Her brother stormed in here and assaulted me! And she went with him. Now, I need her back. She is my future wife, and the mother of my future legacy. I. Need. Her. Now, if you can't help me, I will find someone who will."
"You're crazy, Ese. Do what you please, just know that the Mayans, we're not helping. Don't get killed. We will not be getting involved in anyway."
Antonio growled as he snapped the phone shut. Some cousin he was. He was determined to get his girl back, if it took everything in his power to.
And he was a man with a lot of power.
~Just A Fool~
Vanessa stood in the doorway of the dorm room stunned, with her fingers brushing against her bruised lips. Her gaze was fixed at the opening of the hallway, which led out to the main room of the clubhouse, wishing the man she just watched walking down it would come back.
"Happy?" Vanessa asked as she opened the door to her dorm. "What are you doing here."
Happy's eyes burned with lust as he stared her up and down. The dark black t-shirt she had borrowed from Juice stopped mid-thigh. It was obvious to him he'd caught her off guard and getting ready to sleep. He didn't know what had given him the courage to walk down the hall to her room, but it damn sure wasn't the beer talking. He opened his mouth to come up with an excuse, but thought better of it. Instead, though, he reached forward and crashed his lips to hers.
Vanessa placed her hands on his chest and extended her arms. They came apart with a loud smack of their lips.
"What?" Happy asked. "I hurt you?"
"No.." Vanessa stuttered. "Not at all. I just want to know where that was coming from?"
Happy pulled his arms from around her waist and placed them on his head. He paced back and forth, stopping ever so often to look her up and down, then continuing. "I have no idea girl. Last thing I remember was sittin' at that bar and thinkin' bout those lips. Girl, what are you doin' to me?"
He shook his head and strode towards the door. "I gotta go'."
"But-" Vanessa said in a small voice, "you just got here."
That was the last thing that was said between the pair before he stormed out of the room and down the hall.
She lost count of how many times she'd asked herself what was going on as she stared down that hall. She finally shook her head and closed the door. She knew that she was going to drive herself crazy if she kept stressing about this man.
He wasn't the type to be figured out.