For all my readers, I have a question.(: Tig or Kozik? ;) I a so sorry this took so long to do!
"Shit." Harlie mumbled as her phone blared the song Shadow of the Day by Linkin Park into her ear. "Hello?" She answered, yawning.
"Well, it's nice to speak you again, lovey." The voice on the other end of the line was one she recognized, Jimmy O'Phelan. "How's Filip?"
Harlie sat up quickly, her heart racing. "What do you want?" She asked nervously. Her voice was shaky.
"Just wonderin' about ya is all." Jimmy chuckled; the sound of him tapping his fingers could be heard in the background. "Now, tell me. Where is your Da?"
"I.. I don't know," she mumbled. She clutched the blanket in her hands and brought it to her nose. Happy's scent invaded her thoughts. The smells of cigarette smoke, grease, and his cologne were comforting.
"I want you to meet me somewhere, lovey." Harlie could hear the smirk in his voice.
"I can't leave here.. Not without an escort." She hoped he wouldn't press it any farther.
"Then by all means, darlin', bring one. Actually, bring Filip. Don't need you getting' hurt, do we?" Jimmy laughed. She felt fear sweep over her senses. She heard a click on the other end of the line and sighed in relief. Her heart was pounding through her chest when she heard the bathroom door open. She instantly went for the small .38 on the nightstand.
"Hey!" Happy held his hands up. "Just me.." He laughed, one hand holding his towel up.
"When did you get here?" Harlie sat up, throwing the comforter off.
"About twenty minutes ago." Happy jerked a pair of boxers on.
"Where's everyone else?" Harlie frowned, picking up her phone.
"Police station." His reply was short and simple.
"Why?" Harlie asked, blinking. "They didn't get arrested, did they?"
"No, some shit went down. That's all. No big deal." Happy laid down on the other side of Harlie and wrapped his arm around her.
"It is too. My mom is going crazy worrying about you guys." She pulled away from him.
"Harlie, it's late.. Just go back to sleep." Happy sighed, pulling her down beside him. "Nothing bad happened, it's alright. Your mom's with them anyway.."
"Damn. Must've been bad.." She laid her head on his chest. A few minutes of silence passed between them. "Hap.."
"Hm?" He grunted.
"I.. I wanna know what happened to the body.." Harlie mumbled. The thought had been driving her crazy. "I had a nightmare about finding it. I just need to know."
Happy sighed. "Baby, you don't need to worry about it. Tig and I took care of it."
"I wanna know!" Harlie sat up and glanced down at his shirtless form.
"Get dressed.." Happy grabbed his jeans out of the floor.
"Alright.." Harlie slid out of the bed and removed the baggy t-shirt she had been sleeping in. Happy made the mistake of looking in her direction. He caught the sight of her naked in only her light blue boy shorts. "Get dressed." She stuck her tongue out when she saw the direction he was looking.
"I'm gettin' there." Happy chuckled and pulled a white t-shirt over his head. He grabbed his cut and threw it over his shoulders. "Wear boots.. We might have to walk part of the way."
"Wow," was all Harlie could manage to say when she saw the ditch. The fact that he was gone was just now registering in her head. "You guys burn it?" She asked shakily.
Happy nodded silently, lighting up a cigarette. He slid his arm gently around her shoulder to avoid pressing too hard on the tattoo.
"Holy shit.." She laughed quietly. "You were serious when you said you took care of it, huh?"
"Nothing new. Same shit, just a different day." Happy shrugged. The look on his face made her shiver, but turned her on at the same time.
"Guess that wasn't your first body." She slid her arms up around Happy's neck, kissing him gently.
He pulled her body against his, drowning in the feeling of her tits against his chest. His hands made their way down her hips, loving the curves she had developed. He cupped her ass in his hands, lowering her to the ground.
Harlie slowly pulled away, her hands working on his belt. She slid his cut off along with his shirt and her hoodie. She loved his body, especially the lower portions. She blushed as he ran his hands up under her shirt and over her bra. "Hap, please.." She almost whimpered as his hand slid up under her bra, brushing lightly against her nipple.
"I'm gettin' there." He whispered, nibbling on her neck as he unzipped her jeans. She slid them down her legs, smirking when he realized she was bare underneath. "You should do that more often."
Harlie smirked. "Lay on your back." She pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees.
He did as she said, groaning as she slid herself down on his cock. "You ever been on top?" He grunted, hands on her hips.
Harlie shook her head, sliding her shirt off. "I thought now would be a good time.." She blushed, starting to move her hips slowly.
"Let me help." Happy smirked, helping her move on top of him. She so hot and wet, she felt like a vice wrapped around him.
"Hap!" Harlie leaned down, moaning quietly in his ear. "Harder.."
Happy flipped them so Harlie was underneath him and began to pound into her fiercely. "Good enough?" He whispered, nipping at her earlobe.
"F-Fuck, yes.." Harlie dug nails into his back. That seemed to urge him on. "I-I'm not gonna.."
"Me either.." He groaned as she wrapped his legs tightly around his waist.
She felt him deeper inside her as she hit the one spot that made her head spin.
"That felt good, didn't it?" Happy groaned into her ear, feeling her nails dig deeper.
"I'm gonna come, Hap.." Harlie panted, arching her back against his chest.
"Shit, Harlie.." Happy growled as she tightened around him, milking him dry. "Goddamnit.." He panted, sliding out of her.
Harlie blushed quietly, sitting up. She could feel where the twigs and rocks had imbedded themselves in her back. She pulled her jeans back on, her legs a little shaky. She pulled her phone out of her back pocket to check the time, realizing she missed a call. She flipped her phone open and pressed OK. Restricted. Jimmy had called again. "Shit.." She mumbled.
"What is it?" Happy zipped up his jeans, looking down at her.
"Nothing, let's just get outta here." Harlie jerked her shirt over her head, walking back to his bike.
The ride back was awkward and uncomfortable. Happy could feel the wall between him and Harlie. It just kept building up and building up. He watched her climb off the back of his bike silently. He felt her hand linger on his hip.
"You're probably exhausted." Harlie said, tossing him helmet a moment later. She watched as his muscles flex as he stepped off his bike. The way he walked was almost dangerous.
"I've run on less sleep." Happy chuckled, pulling his cigarettes from his pocket.
"Let's go sit at the table." Harlie slid her hand into his, glancing up at him. Amidst the chaos and all the violence she found all that she was she looking for. Being with him like this was like the eye of the storm. She knew when this moment was over they would all go back to the life they both loved and lived separately.
Happy sighed, letting himself relax. He'd never been one for holding hands. Arms around the waist, hand on the knee, and even occasionally putting his hand on a girl's shoulder, but never holding hands.
Harlie climbed up on the table, running a hand through her hair. "Sit in front of me and hand me your cut, I'll rub your shoulders." He placed the black leather cut in her hands and sat down. The cut in her hands meant more to her than anything. It was her life.
Happy closed his eyes when her hands rubbed over his shoulders and down his back. He hadn't realized how long it'd been since he got a full night of sleep. His thoughts were rudely awakened by the vibrating of Harlie's phone. "Who the fuck is calling you this early?"
"I dunno, hold on.." Harlie frowned, pulling her phone out of her jean's pocket. Panic set in when the call came up 'Restricted'. She knew exactly who it was. "H-Hold on.. " She hopped down off the table, flipping her phone. "Hello?" She answered calmly.
"Ya forgot about me, darlin'? I've been awaiting you to grace me with yer presence." Harlie closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.
"I-I can't. Not today." She mumbled quietly.
"Babe?" Happy took a step toward only to be stopped by Harlie holding her hand up.
"I'm meetin' with your Da in a few hours, if you don't want anything to happen to him or Filip, or even your Ma, you'll come see me. And don't tell a soul." This conversation was short and anything but sweet.
"Who the hell was that?" Happy grabbed her shoulders.
"N-No one.." She lied again, dialing Chibs's number.
"Aye, baby girl?" Chibs answered. Harlie's heart was about to beat out of her chest.
"I need you to meet me somewhere."
"Alright, when?"
"Uh, now.." Harlie bit her lip, shuffling her feet uncomfortably.
"What's goin' on, baby?" Chibs asked, concern dripping from his voice.
"Nothing, I-I'll tell you when you get here." Harlie hung up, turning to Happy. "This is somethin' I gotta take care of."
"I'm goin' with you." Happy stated simply, crossing his arms. His aura was deadly. "Now tell me what's goin' on?" He growled.
"I-I gotta call from Jimmy O.. He wanted to meet with me. I'm afraid of what will happen to the guys if I don't." Harlie was chewing her lip nervously; the tangy taste of blood filled her mouth.
"Fuck no. I'm goin'. That bastard is dangerous, kid." Happy shook his head.
"Yeah, no shit. I figured that out for myself thanks." Harlie sat down at the table, running her hands down her face.
"What the fuck are we doin' here, darlin'?" Chibs growled, making his way toward Happy's bike.
"She didn't tell you she's here to see me?" Jimmy stepped outside the building, a few bodyguards following behind him. Everything about him disgusted her. He slid an arm around her shoulders. "We need to talk. Just me, you, and Filip. Tell the dog to stay outside." He nodded towards Happy.
Happy growled, his hand going for his knife.
"Ya might not wanna do that, brother." Jimmy smirked, pulled a gun from inside his jacket. "Now, why don't we head on inside?"
Inside her head, Harlie began to panic. She looked back at Chibs while tried to hold it all together.
"What's this all about, Jimmy?" Chibs asked, following Jimmy to a booth inside. The bar was deserted.
"I heard you were gonna rat me out to the Feds." Jimmy kept his arm tight around Harlie. "Are you sure she's not your Old Lady?" He looked back and forth between Chibs and Harlie. "You must really be robbin' the cradle now, Filip. First Emily now this beautiful thing."
"I'm not his Old Lady." Harlie spoke up, eyes downcast.
"Oh? Really now?" Jimmy laughed. "How interesting. Bring the dog inside now."
Chibs curled his lip. "If ya hurt her, I will kill you."
"Who said I was gonna hurt her? I want this meetin' to be as peaceful as possible. All I wanna know is if yer a rat." But the look on his face told another story. He tightened his grip on Harlie. She felt something pressed against her thigh and knew it was the gun. She locked eyes with Happy as he was led inside.
The look on Happy's face was more lethal than ever. He cracked his knuckles then crossed his arms.
"You must be her lover then. Lucky man. How do ya her Da would react to know you was fuckin' his precious little girl? I bet she's great in bed." Jimmy played with the ends of Harlie's hair.
Happy lunged for Jimmy, but Chibs stepped in front of him. "No, calm down.." Chibs wasn't surprised to find out about Harlie and Happy, but it still pissed him off even though he knew he needed to keep his cool.
"Why don't we give Clay a call?" Jimmy pulled his phone from his jacket pocket and handed him to Harlie.
She stared down at the phone in her hands. Jimmy moved the gun from her thigh to her head. "Call him." He demanded.
I wanna thank everyone for being so patient. I don't know why, but this chapter so hard to write! My muse decided to jump ship! But, here it is. Oh, and I might be bringing in a new character named Emily. ;) Dunno if it'll be this one or the sequel. But, yes. Another cliffhanger! Hahahahaha. I will start writing the next chapter as soon as possible, I promise.