"Holy shit! I didn't even notice your crow!" Lauren bounced over to the edge of the bed I'd just stripped of sheets and pulled me to her by my hand. I stood in front of her in my bra and jeans as she looked over my fresh ink with a smile. I was happy to show it off for what it stood for even more than the artistic perfection of the lines and smooth shading.
"Wait, aren't the hearts usually red?" I smirked and nodded as she finally let me get back to finding a suitable shirt to wear to the bar. I usually wore a tank top, but the straps would irritate my skin, so I settled on one of Happy's t-shirts instead. I smirked as I glanced down and saw how small it made me feel.
"The day after I went to try on my dress, I told Happy about the whole color controversy. He remembered and made the heart blue for my mom." I bit down on my lip to keep my own happy tears from falling as Laruen's eyes wet her cheeks. I nodded and went into the bathroom to pull my hair up.
"Let's bring Harley." Lauren said as she paused in the way of my efforts to close the door. I shrugged and called for my seemingly sweet dog as I grabbed his leash off the hook by the door. The plan was to go to the bar only, but I didn't want to risk being caught out without his leash. He behaved well for a young dog, but his looks alone made people uneasy.
Harley was exploring the bar as Laruen and I went over invoices and applications at the bar. It made me anxious to deal with hiring employees, but Laruen insisted that I have a bigger presence in this bar, especially since it was new. I shook my head and put a resume down, the girl was applying for a bartend position without any prior experience or knowledge of any alcohol besides the beer she sold at a grocery store. Lauren slid a resume with an attached picture over to me and raised her brow.
"He seems like a pretty good option for a bouncer, what do you think?" I looked at the picture of a beefy guy with a cropped, military like haircut. I twisted my mouth and shrugged.
"I mean, he's big but his eyes look too friendly. Imagine him going up against a customer like Happy." I laughed and shook my head as I turned the resume face down. Lauren's growing smile made me wonder what was going through her head. We went back to looking through resumes until we'd reached the bottom of the pile. I had several potential waitresses but no bartended. Lauren had a small stack of bouncer prospects. I passed my stack to her and waited for her small stack.
"Nope, you're too sensitized to tattooed bikers that have coals for eyes. Do you think he would mind sitting in on the interviews for the bouncers?" I almost choked on my tea as she asked me. I couldn't really picture Happy taking a place on an interview panel.
"He'd scare them all away." I said with a laugh that was cut short by Lauren's smiling nod. I sighed and caught on to her train of thought. The best way to test a bouncer is to test his reaction to a serious threat. Only, on that same note, I didn't know if I wanted to hire anyone that wasn't afraid of my man.
"Get with him and see when would be a good time and then I'll call the potentials." I nodded and pulled out my phone to text him quickly. We were getting too close to opening to put it off too much longer.
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"Damn woman." I growled as I read the text she'd sent me about helping weed out weak bouncer applicants. On one hand, I was busy enough with the club meeting with some new Mayan connections; but, on the other hand, it might make me less anxious about her working if I help choose the guys watching her and Lauren's backs. I knew that bouncers were usually there to keep the general peace with customers, but Katerina's safety was my only concern, and possibly Lauren's since she was having Chibs' kid.
"Everything okay?" Chibs was well into his bottle of Jameson, but I could tell he was worried about Lauren. I was curious to know what her fit was about earlier, but I respected their privacy. I nodded and sent Katerina a quick text before closing my phone.
"Katerina wants me to be there when they interview bouncers. She said if I scare them she doesn't want them around." I shrugged and watched as Chibs' expression hardened a little.
"Juice 'n' I are coming with. He needs ta run background checks anyway." I nodded and turned to watch the croweaters and prospects cleaning up the sheriff's redecorating efforts. It was obvious that the prospects were just getting in the bitches' way, but it was funny to watch them crash into one another.
"We're doing that on Monday before we meet with Alvarez's partners." Chibs nodded and I headed off towards my dorm with a fresh beer. I was turning my key in the lock when I felt someone standing behind me.
"You lost?" I asked the sloppy, blonde croweater giving me her best, 'fuck me now' eyes. She ran her hand up my arm and the only thing I felt moving inside me was the bile up to my throat. After being with Katerina, I saw the croweaters in a whole different way. There were a couple that might make good old ladies for prospects down the road, but the ones that had been around for a while looked used up and tried to hard. Tig and Koz never really seemed to mind how wrecked a croweater was as long as they had lips or a vagina. I don't think having both was a must.
"Thought you looked like you could use some company, doll. How about a massage?" She moved to squeeze my shoulders until she noticed the look I was giving her. I didn't know if I looked more disgusted or pissed off, but she left all the same. Someone needed to reeducate these damn women about what their status was in the clubhouse. I shouldn't have to do more than look at them once for them to know if I'm wanting their services or not.
I grabbed the leash I'd had made for the dog off the dresser and closed the door quickly behind me. Jimmy at the leather shop down on Main Street outdid himself with the SOA collar and leash he'd made for me. The leather was black and the stamped letters were painted in silver. Harley was almost too big for his other collar and he fucking deserved to wear reaper gear after the work he did with Declan.
"You'd think that whore's pussy was made out of gold. What's her name anyway?" I paused in the shadow of the hallway, my blood already boiling at the croweater's words.
"Uh, Kat a something?" Another croweater questioned the blonde that had followed me to my dorm. I shoved Harley's leather in my back pocket and walked up behind the stupid bitches.
"Katerina?" I supplied for the younger blonde who didn't have enough brain matter to pronounce my old lady's name. Her eyes shot up to mine and my predator nature allowed me to notice her start trembling a little. The worn out slut she'd been talking to turned and looked at me.
"Happy, I just don't want you to be missing out. Variety is the best part of life. Since when do you stick to one plain looking tart?" My blood was pounding in my ears as I grabbed the stupid bitch by her throat. Her eyes widened in panic as I slammed her back against the wall. She was kicking her feet, looking for some way to connect her heels with the floor.
"Katerina is my ol' lady, cunt. You so much as sneeze at her again and I'll make sure you disappear. Got it?" I lowered my yelling to a growl as her eyes started to dim into unconsciousness. She nodded weakly and I yanked my hand away, dropping her a couple inches to the floor. She was coughing and crying while I stormed out of the clubhouse.
It wasn't how the club worked, and I knew it. Even the Sons with ol' ladies routinely took part in fucking or getting head from croweaters or sweet butts. Some ol' ladies set some rules about what could and couldn't happen on the road or in town, but it wasn't something I was interested in. I didn't claim to be an expert in relationships or ol' ladies, but I was inherently loyal. No matter what liberties Katerina ever planned on allowing me, I wasn't going to mess around on her. She was the only one I even wanted to look at.
"Happy!" I heard Gemma calling out to me from back towards the clubhouse. I stopped and turned to face her, mere feet away from the garage, respecting Gemma's position as the reigning queen and Clay's ol' lady.
"You realize that girl in there has been around here for over three years?" The bitchy look she was giving me made my blood temperature increase again. I nodded, well aware that she'd been around for a while, hence her being wasted up.
"Try to use some of that killer self control next time, Happy. They're going to talk and you can't choke them out whenever you're not in the mood." I felt my eyes narrow at her words. I inhaled, buying time to choose my words carefully.
"Mood's got nothing to do with it. I suggest they learn their place before I have to remind them again." I did my best to keep the growl out of my voice, but it came through towards the end. Gemma's eyes widened and she turned on her heel, marching back to the clubhouse and allowing me to get into the garage like I'd originally planned.
The more I turned the wrench on a particularly difficult bolt underneath a Pontiac, the more I relaxed. Aside from the open road and Katerina, working with my hands calmed me the most. Working out either calmed me down or pumped me up and I couldn't risk the latter at the present moment.
I heard our dog barking before I even realized Lauren's car had pulled back into the lot. I looked around the hood and noticed Tig was holding a ball for him to play fetch with. As soon as Katerina opened the car door, Harley flew out of the backseat and started bouncing side to side as Tig teased to throw the ball.
"Happy!" Katerina yelped in surprise as I picked her up from behind and buried my face in her neck. She brought her shoulder up, trying desperately to stop my day old scruff from tickling her skin. I inhaled the scent of her shampoo and our laundry detergent before putting her down.
"You get anything done?" I laughed as she nodded her head as if my question had offended her. Harley brought me the tennis ball and sat patiently for me to throw it. I bounced it off the ground and watched as all one-hundred plus pounds of him jumped up and caught it in his mouth. Katerina laughed and scratched his sides affectionately.
"What about you?" I was about to shrug when Tig laughed loudly as he walked up to Katerina and I. I shot him a threatening look, but he ignored it in true Tig fashion.
"He educated some croweaters on proper etiquette and the importance of oxygen." Tig said as he dodged my glare and stood by my future wife for protection. She narrowed her eyes at me and I just wanted to hit my brother that much harder.
"I'm not sure how to take that. What'd you do, Hap?" Her eyes were still piercing into mine, but she was also losing a fight with the smile threatening her lips.
"Bitch talked shit and got put up against a wall." I shrugged and hoped my ol' lady wasn't going to pick now to be a feminist. She looked over at Tig and pursed her lips.
"What'd she say and is she hurt?" Her voice was flat and she waited with a tennis ball in one hand on her other hand resting on her hip.
"Not permanently. She had some jealousy issues and killa here didn't take to well to you being called a whore." Tig was obviously worried my woman was going to shoot the messenger. Her eyes were dark as she turned back to look at me.
"You just earned yourself some head later, Happy." I couldn't stop the smile on my face as Tig's jaw dropped. He was obviously disappointed he hadn't succeeded in landing me in the doghouse. I kissed her roughly and tugged on her bottom lip with my teeth. Harley whimpered and Katerina pulled back as she hurled the ball towards the clubhouse. We watched with amusement as he used the occupied picnic table as a springboard to get his tennis ball back as quickly as possible.
"Got this made for the beast." I pulled the collar and leash out of my pocket and passed it over to a smiling Katerina. She looked them over and nodded with a satisfied grin. Neither one of us really wanted kids, so Harley was the closest thing we had. I personally found him a lot easier to get along with.
"Katerina, I finished your car." Miles thrust the keys out to my old lady as she looked at him suspiciously. I'd been so pissed off earlier, I'd forgotten to check on her precious sports car. She took the keys and handed the leash and collar back to me. I knew she could handle Miles, so I called Harley over and switched his collar out. Somehow, the wide collar made his neck look even bigger. His ears perked up at the sound of Katerina's exhaust system.
She backed it out of the garage and stopped in the middle of the lot before shutting the engine off and getting out to inspect the repairs. Harley took the open door as an invitation and jumped into the car, taking his normal seat over on the passenger side. Miles was still breathing as I walked over, so I figured it had to be mostly fixed.
"Looks good." She said with a curt nod. She stood up and ran her hand over the hood of the car. The look in her eyes made me want to bend her over the hood right there in the lot.
I followed Katerina and Harley home, even though I had to be back at church by ten. Riding my bike was something I enjoyed, so I didn't mind the back and forth, especially when my lady was promising me head.
She didn't even wait until the door closed behind me before moaning softly in my ear and kissing the base of my neck, right above the leather of my kutte. I growled and rolled my head as she pulled my kutte off and put it on the back of the couch carefully.
"Happy, I appreciate you defending me, but let me handle those skanks. They'll never respect me if I don't hold my own." Katerina was looking up at me from her knees. I wanted to argue, but the way she ran her thumb over my head had me nod in agreement instead. Any thoughts of croweaters or the club dashed out of my mind as she took me in her mouth.
"That's it, baby. It's all yours." I moaned as she managed to fit my whole cock in her mouth and roll her tongue over my shaft. Her fingers were digging into my upper thighs as she swallowed and sucked me over and over. I wound my fingers through her hair but let her do her own thing while I just enjoyed the silkiness of her blonde hair. After a few minutes of award worthy head, I spilled into her mouth with shutters running through my body.
She licked me clean and dried me off with a towel before standing on her toes and kissing me deeply. I reached down to move my hand under her jeans, but I head the sound of my phone vibrating against the back of the couch. She smiled and kissed my cheek before heading into the kitchen and I answered my phone.
"What?" I barked, annoyed that anyone was calling so close to having church anyways. I recognized Juice's breathing before he even said a word.
"Brother, meet got moved up. We gotta be there in thirty." I acknowledged him with a grunt and snapped the phone shut. Katerina looked up at me and smiled.
"Be careful, Hap. I'll be asleep when you get home." She kissed me and wrapped her hand around the back of my neck before pulling back. I scratched Harley behind the ears and nodded them both a goodbye before heading out to my bike. If I had known having an ol' lady would be like this, I may have considered it a long time ago.
I laughed as I strapped my helmet on and shook my head. It would never have worked with anyone but Katerina. As crazy as it sounds, I was glad I'd served over a year in prison and had three more years of parole. Every fucked up thing that led me to that cell had led me to Recker. I smirked, realizing I was starting to sound like Ma. She always preached that everything happened for a reason.
I apologize so much for any grammatical errors in this chapter. I was so inspired and liked this fluffy chapter so much that I had to share it with you all as soon as possible! Some things to look forward to: visiting Ma, the interviews, and maybe some news about the wedding?