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"Lost and insecure

You found me, you found me

Lyin' on the floor

Surrounded, surrounded

Why'd you have to wait?

Where were you? Where were you?

Just a little late

You found me, you found me"

-The Fray "You Found Me"

It had been three days since Madeline had actually seen Happy. He would call every morning and every evening to make sure she was okay and to reassure her that he was across the street. If he went to the clubhouse, he made sure there was an extra club member on guard at his post—Hap was taking no chances with her safety, but she was getting the space she needed.

And that space had fully reassured her that she wanted Happy with her. She missed having him in her bed at night. She missed sharing the newspaper over coffee in the morning. She even missed his compulsive need to keep a very clean living space—he was some kind of a neat freak. But Madie was going to give herself one more day before she asked him to come back, just to make sure that he was indeed what she wanted. This was, of course, a big step for her—handing her heart over to a man who had crushed it before. But Hap had been trying hard to give her the space she wanted while making sure she was safe—like her own personal superhero.

Making her way down the stairs, Madeline heard Tig and Juice arguing over the tv. This had become an everyday occurrence. "You two act like an old married couple. What I wanna know is which one plays bitch in the sack?" She had a shit eating grin plastered on her face.

Tig, always with a sharp tongue, replied, "Juicy can't cook for shit, but he can do this thing with his…" Juice cut Tig off with a smack to the chest.

Juice looked at Madie with a completely straight face, "I'm as straight as they come, darlin'. If you need proof, I will gladly rock your world right here, right now."

Madeline almost blushed, but caught herself. "Oh Juicey, You couldn't handle me." She kissed each of their cheeks from where she stood leaning against the back of the couch.

She had put them to work for the last few days, helping her unpack. As of that afternoon, all the contents from the storage unit were nicely put away and the empty boxes were sitting on the curb for trash pick-up. They hadn't even complained about it, so she thought she would cook them dinner, especially since it was likely their last night with her.

Madeline fell into a comfortable silence as she prepped and cooked the steaks and potatoes. She cleaned as she went, a habit she had picked-up from Hap. By the time they sat down to eat, two cell phones went off.

Tig was the one to speak. "Looks like we have to go to an emergency meeting at the clubhouse. The Bluebird warehouse burned down. The prospect is going to be posted outside of your front door. If he hears anything, he will call us immediately and we can be here in minutes." Tig looked pained, "Or you could go to the clubhouse with us and we won't have to worry if you're safe."

Madeline shook her head. "It's been quiet. I'll be fine. Go handle your shit."

Once the prospect arrived, all three men walked the perimeter of the property before Tig and Juice took off on their bikes. Standing in the doorway to her house, Madeline spoke to the prospect who had taken residence in her doorway, "You need anything, a drink, I got an extra steak on the stove?"

"No ma'am. Maybe after they get back." She nodded. He was dedicated to completing his mission without distraction.

It was quiet in the house without any noisy bikers to keep her sane. She wasn't fond of the silence. So Madeline went upstairs to her master bathroom and took a nice hot shower before she lay down to go to sleep.

Madeline woke with a start and a hand over her mouth. The face before her made her eyes water in fear. Kellin had found her and he was going to finish her off.

He had gotten in the back so quietly that no red flags had gone up for the prospect. It almost seemed too easy. Kellin couldn't help thinking that after he burned down their little operation, the bikers had basically handed her over. He held a gun to her head and whispered, "Make a fucking sound and I will put a bullet between your eyes."

Madie just shook her head in agreement. She knew that fighting him would only make it worse until she could gain some leverage. All she could think about was calling Hap.

Kellin gripped her arms tight and yanked her to her feet. "Get dressed. We need to leave."

Madie's eyes got wide. If he was going to kill her, he could damn well do it here, so her family could find her. Madie made herself look busy pulling on clothes. Kellin made the mistake of putting his gun back in his waistband. That was Madie's cue to fight. She grabbed the knife from the back of her nightstand and abruptly struck Kellin in the temple with the butt of the knife, disorienting him. She let out a yell to alert the prospect that something was wrong.

Kellin and Madeline fought tumbling throughout the room before she sunk her knife in his stomach. He hadn't been able to really get to her—that thought was comforting. The prospect broke through her locked bedroom door a moment later, followed by a very angry looking Happy. He saw the injured man lying on the floor and drew his gun. "No!" Madie yelled. "Not yet. I need to kill him. But I don't want to do it in my home."

Hap nodded in understanding and told the prospect to tie him up and drag him to the woods outback. Hap didn't like losing the chance to gut the fucker, but he understood her need to reconcile what Kellin had done to her. And if killing him gave her peace, Happy could live with that.

After the offending trash had been taken out of the house, Happy had turned to Madie. She looked relieved—that just by fighting him she had changed her entire view of herself and her life. She had proven to herself that she could take care of herself. It also solidified that even if she didn't need him, she wanted the man in front of her. She could see that his brain was working overtime, trying to decipher how he should act. This was startling to her. He was always so confident and sure, but when it came to her, he was afraid of fucking up again. So Madeline took the reins—she grabbed him by the leather of his kutte and crashed her lips to his. They were trying to devour each other—days, years of betrayal and lust all culminated into this one earth shattering kiss.

When they pulled apart, Madie's eyes slowly opened to find Happy looking desperate to hold her. His hands ran up and down her sides before circling her waist and just holding her there. She broke the silence, "I want this too. I'm not gonna fight it anymore."

Happy didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything—he just kissed her softly. He could show her how much he cared later. They needed to stick it to a fuckface bastard in the trees behind her house first.

AN: So this story is only a couple of chapters away from the end, but I already have another one in mind. But we still have some awesomeness to pack into the last chapters. Keep reading!