Chapter 4: Happy meets his match

POV: Shelby

I can tell he's pissed that we're in his mom's hose. I get it. We've exposed her to something. I walk out first and grab the messenger bag I'm behind the statute with the tampax box and the cash. Marta has the nail file and she knows how to use it so I'm not so worried. I just don't like the idea of us being separated. She comes out after me and then the guys proceed out. Mr. Tough Guy gets on the bike and shoves the helmet at me. As he turns his back, I see the cut. Sons, damn it! Uncle Marcus and the Sons have a rocky relationship and I have a bad feeling in my stomach we're going to their clubhouse. I'm glad I have the gun. This divide and conquer is not so smart. I look at Marta one last time as Happy pulls off.

It's a while before I look back and see Juice and Marta are not behind us anymore. WTF is he doing? Where is he taking me? I find out soon enough. It's too dark to see the street sign but he pulls into a drive behind a dark blue house I think. He pulls the bike into the garage and his hand out for the helmet. If looks could kill, I'd be dead.

"Where's my sister?"

"Not here!" he says and walks into the house. I don't move. He motions me in but I just cross my arms and shake my head.

"Take me to my sister, NOW!"

"You're in no position to make demands. Get in the house. You can walk in or I'll have drag you. I have no issues hitting a woman who thinks she's a man. She'll be fine just like you will if you shut the fuck up and get in this house."

I walk in dragging my feet. As I pass him he grabs my bag and demands to see the inside. I show him the top of the tampax box and just like a man he makes a face of disgust and pushing he bag back at me. He mutters "bitch" and shuts the door. His home looks like a place he just crashes. Any feminine touch to it was probably a contribution from his mom.

"Sit!" I reluctantly do. I have a feeling that the questioning is not over. He just stares. Mosttimes when men stare at me this way I get uncomfortable. He doesn't make me uncomfortable though. He's sexy but he's arrogant which makes me want to kick in in the balls with my steal toe boots.

"You keep staring at me like you can take me. Little girl, you don't know me and best believe you can't."

"The last asshole that tried something stupid has a permanent scar on his face. So yeah,I am tough shit." He just licks his lips and stands up.

"Come on then let see your best move. I'll give you something if you're game and win. I won't rough you up too bad after all you're already banged up so you're at a slight disadvantage." I let my own anger and arrogance get the best of me and accept the challenge. He's going to end up on his knees when I'm done with him. I place my bag on the couch and he takes his cut off. Neither one of us can take our eyes off each other. We begin to circle the living room and then I charge. He side steps and me from behind. He has me in a headlock. I elbow him in the ribs, but Happy got a good grip now on my arm and pulls me back into the sleeper hold. I slam my foot on his and twist in time to kick in the balls. He struggles to say bitch as he goes down and pulls me with him. He puts his full weight on me and pins my arms down. He's still recovering from the blow and somehow his upper body strength dominates. Since he's still affected by the groin shot, I wiggle my left between me and his chest and kick him off. Happy goes back and looks dumb founded. I pounce on him and pin his arms with my legs.

"Who's the bitch now, Happy?" I laugh because for a split second, the look on his face is priceless. I don't think anyone's ever call him a bitch before. He smiles and then pushes his arms up sending me flying off him. I fall face forward and he flips me over and gets on top.

"You win, bit…Shelby." Then he pulls my face towards his and kisses me. I give into the passion in his lips. I can feel his recovered from my groin shot. He's fully erect. With every kiss I want him more. Maybe it's the adrenaline of the day or the fact that I dominated this warrior. I pull at his shirt. Happy takes it off quickly and I take in the art before me. His body is a sculpture, the muscles and ink. He's the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He stands up and grabs my hand to help me up. Happy carries me into the bedroom and drops me on the bed. I get up and start to unfasten his belt. Happy gently caresses my face and kisses me. As if we were dying of thirst in a desert, we drown in each other. The sex is rough like I like it. With every thrust, I feel him dominating me. He caresses and bites me and I return the favor as well. My breathing get rapid and moans get louder as we both climax together.

POV: Happy

This bitch is trouble and she drives me crazy. Every word out of her mouth is defiant. I'mnot used to any bitch talking to me this way. Anyone that would have done that before tonight I would have backhanded and left in the middle of Interstate 10. She's so strong willed. I'm annoyed and aroused at the same time. She would love nothing more than to kick my ass and shove one of her tampons down my throat. Her eyes tells me she's been through some shit and she don't take shit from anyone. She's holding back some probably worried about her thieving sister. When I see that bitch tomorrow she's gonna give me back that nail file.

The more she looks at me, the more I want to put her in her place and make her mine. The fact that I restrain myself scares me. I never felt like this before. I can't lose face in front of her.

I can't turn into some bitch with a crush. I left my manhood get the best of me and challenge herto fight me. I don't really want to hurt her but I can't let her keep looking at me that way. She accepts because she's got balls hidden in her tight as jeans. I take the opportunity to choke hold her and feel her body so close to mine. I figure she'll pass out and then she'll know I'm not the one to mess with. By tomorrow, Juice's city hall snitch will have the prints from the Nomad and we'll find out exactly who they are. I'm surprised with the fluidity of her moves. She knows how to street fight. I let her get loose the first time to give her a little hope then pull her back into the hold. This bitch fucking knees me. I can break her knee caps for this. I haven't been hit in the groin since my first fight in second grade.

I wrestle her down and get on top but she kicks me in the chest. She's one tough bitch. Then she does it. She calls me a bitch and laughs. I want to smack her and kiss her at the same time. My anger gets the best of me and I toss her off. I turn her around and climb back on. That defiant look brings me in. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen on a bitch. I almost call her one but that fact that she had me deserves some respect.

I feel she wants me and I want her so I pull her in for a kiss. It's soft but passionate. I have to have her. She tries to pulls off my shirt but can't reach; I'm towering over her. I take it off and carry her to the bed. As I strip off her clothes I see an eagle tattooed on her lower back. She's got another tattoo on her breast "Amor y Familia". I take my time with her. Shelby's moans re-assure me that this moment is genuine. She's more real than any bitch I've met. She's no croweater or bitch. She's a woman.

POV: Shelby

I've never been with a man like that. I know Uncle Marcos wouldn't approve but he fits like a glove. They've tried to set me up with Mayan before but they're all douche bags. They're soldiers, and that about it. They want women to lie on their backs and keep their mouths shut. That's not me, not now; not ever. He falls asleep fast and satisfied. I maneuver my way out of his hold. I go through Happy's discarded jeans on the floor and find the pre-pay. I just in the bathroom, turn the faucet it on call Tio Chino. I tell him quickly there were complications. He says to lie low and asks where we are. I think about telling him but instead say I'll call him back when it's safe and hang up.

I step out of the bathroom. I place the pre-pay back in his jeans after I delete the number.

"Shelby!" I jump and look at the bed. Empty! He's right behind me. I turn to look at him and he's pissed.

"Who's you call?"

"My uncle. I didn't want him to worry and call the cops." He steps closer to the light and I can tell he's trying to decide if it's the truth. He's not shy at all. He is stark naked. I have his shirt from earlier on. He comes closer and cups my face in his hand. He stares me down. I don't move and look him straight in the eye. I'm not really lying. Instead of cops I'm worried my uncles will just come guns blazing into Charming. I actually like this guy. I'm not sure how I'm going to explain this to him later, who I am or how he will explain me. For just one fucking moment, I want to be selfish and have my own time and man without being bound to the machismo of the familia. No man in the Mayans will ever let me be me. Happy will. He cracks a smile and slaps my ass as he point to the bed. He warns me though not to try shit his back again. I nod and climb in. He holds me tight and we fall asleep together.