Hey everyone! So no Happy in this chapter but the next few chapters is going to be mainly him. And it's going to be a time lapse sorta deal, but I'll explain everything in the next chapter. I was really excited to write this cuz I get to deal with some of the other club guys. There's going to be a scene in the next one with Happy and Koz, and a little badass bier heart to heart. Hope you like it:)!

Enjoy my darlings:)

Emilia bit back a grin as she watched Tig glare at all the other patrons in the restaurant. SHe could only imagine how out of place they looked at the little diner right outside of charming, in leather chains and studs, among the pastel, and plaid shirted church crowd, giving them a wide berth. He moodily stabbed his straw into his coke.

"Can I ask you something?" She said after the waitress had taken their order

"No."

"Why do you hate Kozik so much?"

"Cuz he's an asshole."

She rolled her eyes. Tig always had a flare for dramatics

"He seems just fine to me"

"Well then it's a good thing I never asked your opinion." He sneered.

"I like Koz-

"As much as you like Happy." Tig said, a large smirk spreading slowly across his face. Emilia foze, her eyes widening.

"Wha-what did you say?" She said, a large lump forming in her throat. There was no way Tig knew shit. He had to be bluffing, or he was trying to get her to admit something with that reverse psychology bullshit he tried to pull all the time.

Tig snorted "Don't play fucking angel with me girl. I know all about your angsty teenage love bullshit you got going on about Hap."

Anger bubbled inside her. Tig was calling her bluff.

"I'll tell ya what though sweetheart. You sure twisted him up. Never seen a man get so crazed over pussy it made him go Nomad." He said, nastily anunciating the last part of the sentence. She tilted her head up in challenge

"I had nothing to do with that shit. What Hap does is his decision. That doesn't land on me."

Tig's nasty grin widened and he shrugged "You can delude yourself all you want, but I'm not an idiot. You have no idea the monster your about to awaken Emilia."

"You know, I already got the lecture from Mother Gemma." She said irritably, folding her arms and narrowing her eyes at him "I don't need one from you too Uncle Tigger."

"Watch it." He said aiming a fork menacingly at her, as the waitress set their plates down. She saw Tig's eyes scan her appreciatively as she walked away.

"I never thought I'd see the day Killa couldn't handle something like an 18 year od brat gettin after him." Tig was tyring to get a reaction out of her, but what Tig knew could be very dangerous. It could turn shit upsideown with her dad.

"I get it okay?" She said, fork hovering over her plate as she glared daggers at Tig. It was rare that she agreed with Tig, because she could barely stand to be in the same room with him. The thought of Tig's many exploits, and the things she heard about him creeped her out, but he made sense.

It was silent for a moment before Tig said

"I'm dropping your ass at the clubhouse. I got important shit to do."

Emilia sighed and watched as Tig got friendly with a sweetbutt. She wondered for a moment what it was like to be her. It had to bother her that she was nothing more than a sex toy ready to be discarded when he was done pounding into her. Didn't the girl have any standards?

Hell she wasn't much older than herself, 21 at most but something about her screamed that she'd lived a fast life. The way she carried herself, so confident and so passive about how she was being used kind of gave Emilia chills. Sure she knew Hap was leading her on, but he wasn't using her.

Was he?

Emilia huffed as she stretched her legs out slowly across the worn plaid couch in the clubhouse. Bobby was sitting, smoking a cigar across from her, and prospect was sweping the floor.

"Uncle Bobby." She said suddenly, watching the clouds of dust fly off the floor as Half Sack swept.

"Yeah Darlin'?" He said, smiling warmly at her from behind the smokey veil of the cigar.

"Why did you and precious get divorced." He sucked thoughtfully on the cigar for a moment. Emilia had only met precious a handful of times, and although she had always been kind she could see how the woman could be a handful.

"Precious makes Gemma look like Mirian Cunnigham. She was too much woman, too wild to be tied down to someone lie me. Perpetual bachelor right here. ladie's man." He said smoothly. She rolled her eyes.

"Do you think you'll ever get re-married?" SHe leaned forward, propping her chin on her hand waiting for his answer.

"Nah. Married life ain't for me darlin'".

"But I'm sure if you found-"

"What's all this about?" He said smiling curiously at her "Why you so keen to play matchmaker for me all of a sudden. She retreated, drawing her knees up to her chest, her face impassive.

"No reason." She shrugged, and picked up the book she had been reading, and melted into it

Juice had all his laptop eqiuptment spread around him on the picknick table as he continued on his quest for intel about the mayans new deal with Darby. He was so absorbed in his laptop he didn't even notice Emilia sitting across from him, until she sniffled and nearly scared him right out of his skin.

She grinned.

"You get scared by little old me?" She said eyes twinkling mischeviously. He smiled at her shaking his head. She was different tonight. There was a wild glint in her eyes, and she kept fidgeting. She locked him with her gaze.

"Juice?" She said, her voice steady. Calm.

"Hmm?"

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

He snapped his head up, suprised to find that she was now seated on the picnic table in front of him, legs swinging back and forth her hands braced on the table behind her, all of her lean body stretched out in front of her. He gulped.

"Of course your pretty Em-"

"Do you wanna kiss me?" He could see where this was going.

"Emilia-" But she cut him off by swooping down and pressing her lips to his. A warm tingle surged through her body, from the tips of her hair to her toes When she pulled away Juice looked dumbfounded.

What the fuck.