Chapter 3

"That's what the price is." Morgan snapped into the phone. "The same price it was the last two times you called about your piece of shit car in the last hour. Either you bring the car into the repair shop, PAY for the service, or call and harass someone else with your bullshit whining!"

Morgan did not wait for the caller to say anything else, she slammed the phone receiver down on the base. "What is that highway robbery?" she mimicked the caller's words in the same whining tone that the woman had used. "I just called a shop in Lodi and they were a hundred dollars cheaper!" Morgan tossed her head as she mimicked and mocked. "Then take your car to Lodi, Bitch."

So focused on her annoyance and sorting the mess of repair and part invoices, she did not see Happy leaning against the open doorway witnessing her behavior until the clipboard landed on the desk in front of her. When it landed it knocked the pile of organized papers she had just done into the stack of ones she had not looked at yet. Essentially causing her to have to start over with all the loose papers.

"Are you serious?" she snapped as she spun the office chair she had been sitting in around to find who had thrown the clipboard down.

"Great customer service skills." Happy said with a smirk the moment his dark eyes met her own.

"What business is it of yours?" She snapped at him, her dislike of him very apparent in the tone of voice she used and the look on her face.

Happy could see that she was looking for an argument, looking for a reason to throw a fit.

"Any business with you in it, is NOT anything I want shit to do with." Happy told her. The shrug of his shoulders showed that he found her somewhat unworthy in his eyes.

Morgan narrowed her eyes at the implied insult he had just tossed her way. She had been in Charming for the past week, in what she called "Charming Hell". The only two places she had been was either Gemma and Clay's house or Teller-Morrow. Her whereabouts where always monitored by a Son or Gemma and she had not been able to find a moment to slip away. This morning had been the worst, when she had been forced to help clean the Clubhouse up from last night's party, which she hadn't even been allowed to attend.

"It's a good thing that an ASSHOLE like you would NEVER been in ANY of MY business." Morgan spit out. "As if."

Happy stood in the doorway for a moment looking at her, his face expressionless, and then he laughed at her. He then turned and walked away.

Morgan could hear him laughing as he walked away and it infuriated her. Without thinking about what she was actually doing, she jumped up out the chair and snatched the clipboard that had just left his hands off the desk. She stormed across the small office and outside with the clipboard in hand.

Happy was a few feet away from her heading towards some of the other guys that were standing around smoking. Morgan drew back and the clipboard sailed thru the air and hit Happy in the back of his head. "NEXT TIME YOU HAND IT TO ME!" she yelled as the clipboard made contact with the back of his head. "ASSHOLE!"

The entire lot seemed to hear the thud of the clipboard hitting Happy and the sound of it hitting the asphalt. It was almost as if everything got silent, waiting for the shit-storm that was about to hit.

"OH HELL!" Jax swore and started towards Happy and Morgan.

Happy froze for a moment, disbelief that she had actually thrown something that had hit him. Morgan stood on the bottom step with a smug smile on her face as she stated loudly for everyone to hear, "Real men treat women with respect!"

Happy spun around to face her. He looked down at the clipboard laying on the ground the papers on it waving in the breeze as if it too was mocking him and then back at her. The smug smile on her face as she stood there in the navy blue Teller-Morrow Automotive t-shirt, her hands braced on each one of her jean clad hips, a few feet away from him.

Morgan saw the look come across Happy's face and her smug smile vanished instantly. She could see that his blank stare meant nothing, but the way his dark eyes seemed to light up and the twitch as his check muscle jumped, she knew in that instant that she had pushed his buttons way too far. Before she could react he suddenly lunged for her and the once safe distance she had from him vanished in an instant. Happy suddenly was in reaching distance of her in a blink of an eye.

Morgan knew that the yelp that emitted from her mouth, showed her sudden fear, but she did not care. She turned and bolted for the office up the few steps and slammed the door behind her. Slamming her body against the side that held it closed, she screamed when a loud thud hit the door pushing it open.

The door crashed into her, knocking her back, almost making her fall flat on her ass.

"BITCH!" Happy snarled at her, suddenly filling the doorway and coming after her.

"HAP NO!" Jax's voice suddenly called out as he grabbed Happy by the waist and tried to pull him back from getting to Morgan.

Morgan knew that this was one of the times that she need to escape, the whole fight or flight thing. Turning quickly she grabbed the door handle of the door that opened into the garage bay and slung it open. As she raced out that door she turned her head and saw that the only thing that was stopping Happy from committing serious harm to her was Jax. But he was having a hard time keeping the other man back away from her, and in fact was losing that battle.

Morgan sprinted thru the bay area, dodging past the surprised mechanics and few Sons that were in there working. Garage ran out the shop area and across the lot. She frantically looked for a safe place that she could escape to. The clubhouse was off limits and would cut off any other escape path that she might need. So she headed for Gemma's truck hoping that the doors were still unlocked and the she could get in there.

Morgan could hear the heavy pounding of the boots the man wore that was chasing her. She pushed herself and made it to the truck and slung the passenger door open and threw herself in the seat. Grasping the inside door handle she slammed it closed and hit the lock button just as he got to the door.

Morgan looked at him as she gasped to catch her breath from running. Jax was there along with Juice and Chibs behind him. She could not hear the words that they were saying to him, but from their body language she could see that they were trying to get him away from her without making the situation worse.

Happy glared at her for a moment with his check twitching, as she cowered in the driver's seat that she had scrambled over the center console to get too.

"Stay away from me, bitch." Happy told her, his words very clear to her hears and lip reading skills. He then shrugged off Chib's are and stalked away from her and the rest of the guys into the clubhouse.

"Morgan get out of there." Jax told her sternly. "NOW!"

Quickly looking to make sure that Happy had gone into the Clubhouse before she hit the unlock button. But Morgan's eyes caught something else, Gemma's keys in the ignition.

"I am out of this hell hole!" Morgan whispered with a grin on her face. She had found her escape for the moment, even if it was not permanent. She was making a break for at least a few hours of freedom and the first few steps of her plan.

"MORGAN DON'T FUCK WITH ME!" Jax yelled, pounding on the window as she cranked the car.

She threw the car into gear and smashed down on the gas pedal, loving the way that the SUV's engine roared to her commands. Morgan did not look anywhere other than forward as she raced across the lot and out the gates. She knew that if she did not get lost quickly the bikes would catch up to her. The very small head start she had would be meaningless if she did not use every bit of it to her advantage.

Morgan prayed that she would not get pulled as she ran traffic stop and light after each other, whipped the truck around corners, and hopefully evading the Sons. She knew that Gemma's truck would get her reconized quickly so she looked for a parking lot or crowded place she could ditch it at.

She saw a small strip mall ahead of her and almost full parking lot, she made the left turn inside it and parked the black SUV in the middle of the lot.

Jumping out of the truck she could hear the faint sound of motor cylces in the distance and ran inside the clothing boutique that she saw.

"Welcome to Abigail's!" a warm voice called out to her.

Morgan smiled at the older woman and made her way to the back of the store area, away from the large windows.

She grabbed a hot pink shirt in her size, a pair of large lensed sunglasses, and a white designer ball cap.

"I need these please." She smiled at the woman and placed the items on the counter to purchase.

While the woman rang up her purchases, she glanced outside and almost cursed a loud. They were already at the damn truck. Digging the credit card out of her pocket and handing it quickly to the woman, sh asked, "Is there a back door I can go out of, please?"

The woman swiped her card and handed it back to Morgan. The older woman glanced outside at the Sons and back at Morgan.

"My boyfriend is out there and we had an agreement, he likes to be too controlling." Morgan told her calmly and sweetly. She did not want to alarm the woman.

"Sometimes a man like that need to be taught a lesson, Dear." The woman said with a wink and a smile. "Go through the white door in the back and down the hallway the back door is clearly labeled."

"Thank you." Morgan smiled and grabbed her bag and headed to the back of the store. She made it in the back store room and peeled off her navy shirt, replacing it with the pink one. She pulled her dark hair into a not on her head that she covered with the ball cap and crammed the sunglasses on her face before exiting the store via the back door.

Morgan stepped out into the sunny alleyway and looked around to make sure the coast was clear. She knew that she had passed a shopping center a few blocks back that had the stores she needed in it.

She walked calmly out the alleyway and down the street away from the men that were looking for her with a soft smile on her face.