Chapter 4
Sitting in the small café surrounded by shopping bags, sipping on an iced latte, Morgan felt like a new woman. She had spent the past few hours taking care of business; she purchased two cell phones, called Sugar, had her nails and toes done, went to the tanning bed, and shopped. Morgan met a friend at the tanning bed that seemed like a fun girl to hang with sometimes. She had also rented a safety deposit box and opened a bank account at the local Credit Union. There would be questions on where and how she was able to purchase so much and she had a plan for that. She had placed all but one of her credit cards, most of her cash in the Safety Deposit box, and all the receipts for everything that she had purchased today.
Speaking to Sugar placed her mind at ease and she knew that everything there was okay, that nothing had changed. It was a relief to know that Bo and Madison had kept their end of the agreement on her leaving there.
So content with her own cleverness she did not notice him, until he spoke.
"Smug bitch." His raspy voice seemed to come out of nowhere, its words spoken so softly that only she heard them. But what startled her most was that when she heard the words spoken she could feel his breath against her neck and ear.
Morgan fought the urge to jump up and spin around, because she knew that was what he wanted. Instead Morgan took a sip of her drink and acted as if she did not hear him.
Happy moved from behind her and sat down in the chair across from her. "We have been looking for your spoilt ass for hours."
"Would you like an iced mocha latte?" Morgan asked, innocently.
Happy just glared at her. "No one has time for your bullshit."
"I needed some "girl time"." Morgan told him, which was the most honest answer that she could give. She had a gut feeling that he would know if she lied, so she avoided the truth. She looked at him and shrugged her shoulders.
"Let's go." Happy he told her standing up after staring at her for a moment. "The cage should be here to take you and your shit home."
Morgan stood up as he walked past her to the door and outside. She started to grab her bags, glad that she had already hidden the spare cell phone in her bra.
"Give them here." Happy suddenly told her, taking the bags from her. Morgan had not even noticed that he came back inside.
"Thank you." She said as he grabbed all but one bag from her and motion for her to walk ahead of him.
Once outside she slipped her sunglasses on and followed him to where his bike was parked.
"What the fuck?" Happy swore suddenly and stopped suddenly. Morgan almost ran into the back of him. "They should not be here."
Morgan moved to his side to see what he was talking about. His attention was on the five men on motorcycles slowly riding past them on Main street.
Happy noticed that the men's eyes had left him and saw that they were staring at her. He stepped in front of her and blocked her from their view. The Mayan SAA smiled and nodded at him, then motion for the guys behind him to go as he hit the throttle on his bike.
Almost the instant that the Mayans pulled away Jax and Opie came riding up with Gemma in her truck behind them.
Morgan saw from the way Jax jumped off his bike and started for her he was pissed.
"If you ever fucking.." Jax started, but Happy stopped him.
"We got bigger problems, man." Happy told him. "We need to get her and Gemma back to the lot NOW!"
Jax stopped and looked at the Enforcer, "What?"
"Mayans just spotted her with me." Happy told him. "Here. In. Charminig."
Jax looked at Happy carrying the bags, then back to Morgan, and then back to Happy.
"Get in the damn truck Morgan." Jax told her with a glare.
Morgan knew that she need to do what he said and quickly. She had seen Jax mad before but it had never been directed at her before.
Gemma scowled at her as she got inside and shut the passenger door, "Don't even speak to me right now."
Morgan just nodded and put her seat belt on. Her thoughts were occupied on the events of the last few moments. Raised in the life, she recognized when Happy went on the defense, shielding her from the eyes of the Mayans. But she also knew that she had gained the attention of them, from the way all five pairs of eyes had been on her.
"I hope your shit today was worth it." Gemma told her. Happy had tossed her bags into the back and they were already following Jax with Opie and Happy behind them. "You think shit was rough this past week, just fucking wait!"
Morgan sighed and stared out the window.
Gemma continued her rant all the way back to the lot, "Everyone spent the ENTIRE afternoon looking for your ass. Don't get me started about the shit you did to Happy earlier!"
Getting out of the car Morgan's tolerance of hearing how bad she was and what she had done was done. Morgan got out the car and stormed to the back and started throwing the bags out the back. She did not care that she had the attention of the entire lot, every single of SAMCRO, a handful of Old Ladies, and few other people were all about to witness her explosive meltdown. She was tired of hearing about how her Mother and Bo were concerned about her behavior and the choices she was making, she was tired of hearing how wrong she had been when no one here even knew a portion of what had happened the past year and half.
But Gemma was the Queen and stormed out the truck and got in Morgan's face, not liking the attitude that Morgan was giving off. "Shit has only begun to get rough here for you in Charming, Sweat-heart! This isn't Charleston South Carolina and this is not SAMCAR!"
Morgan could not keep silent any further, "I know where the FUCK I AM! FUCKING CHARMING HELL! I get to deal with STUPID BITCHES on the phone that call OVER AND OVER asking the same dumbass questions! I get to clean up unknown body fluids after NASTY ASS FUCKERS! In Charming I am treated like fucking Cinderella with nothing but WICKED-ASS-STEP-BROTHERS AND THE EVIL DRAMA QUEEN!"
Not caring that Gemma was staring daggers at her or that she was on serious dangerous grounds with her disrespectful behavior, Morgan was like a loose rabid dog, biting all that got near her.
"If you THINK for one moment that you can top thr hell I have been thru the past two years think again. ONLY DEATH CAN TOP THAT SHIT!" Morgan told Gemma, boldly stepping up to the woman that she knew loved and cared for. "My Mother and Bo aren't shit but closet racist liars! I will slit my OWN throat before I ever accept what they made me do or the price I paid for it! AND I would sooner be pushing Daisies then to become the SAINT MADISON that is my Bitch of a Mother. "
With that Morgan spun around and stormed across the lot and into the clubhouse. She actually shoved some crow-eaters out her way, snarling at them. She grabbed the first bottle of liquor she could find behind the bar. Remember the only clean room that she had seen this morning; she retreated there, slamming the door closed behind her.
Morgan was trying to fight the feelings and emotions she had buried deep down inside her. She had become an expert at hiding what she really felt, and showing what was expected. The only thing that was important was that the one thing that she breathed for was safe, she would do and become anything to protect that secret.
She walked over to the side of the bed closest to the wall and sat down on the floor. Her back against the side of the bed, her knees drawn up to her chest, and took a healthy chug from the body.
"SHIT!" Morgan swore, after the burn faded from her throat and stomach. Turning the bottle around and noticed that she had grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels. But the need to self-medicate was too strong to care if she was drinking this or anything else.
She was surprised as the minutes ticked by and she continued to drink that she had been left alone. It was almost unsettling that she was left with her thoughts for so long. She thought about the one moment that ad made everything worth it, the few hours that made everything else in her life become unimportant.
With her head tilted back against the bed and her eyes closed, she did not hear him come in the room until he spoke.
His raspy voice cut the silence of the room and her reminiscent thoughts, "Out of all the rooms to pick your ass is in mine."
Morgan groaned at the fact that he was interrupting her thoughts, and the fact that she had ended up in his room. But rather than fight with him about it she would go with it. "It was the only room that was clean and did not smell of skank."
With the bottle in her hands and her elbows braced on her knees, she opened her eyes and swung her head around to face him. But it took her a few minutes to actually pin him down to just ONE man standing there. She hated to admit that the sight of him, leaned back against the wall, his low hanging jeans, and tight white t-shirt, flooded her with heat. He was everything that she had avoided the past two years, not to mention he was a member.
Morgan slowly got to her feet, one hand using the bed to help her get up-right, the other hand holding her bottle.
Seeing the look of pure amusement on his face as he looked at her inspired annoyance inside of Morgan. The smirk on his face and the way his eyes seemed to be laughing at her, was waving a red flag at her.
"What are you looking at?" she asked with a tilt of her head. She knew that he hated it when she acted like she was better than him. On more than one occasion it had clearly made him call her a "Stuck-Up Bitch" or "Spoilt Bitch". She wanted to get under his skin, wipe the arrogant smirk or his face.
Morgan stared dead into his eyes as she lifted the bottle to her mouth and took a drink of the bottle, never breaking eye contact. She went for the kill, "You can look all you want but a bitch like me will never be the type of bitch you can get." Then she laughed.
Before the laughter faded, Happy had her. He snatched the bottle from her hands and threw it across the room, the bottle exploded with glass shards and alcohol flying everywhere. Happy spun her around and her back hit the wall with a thud. Morgan reached up and slapped him with one hand and tried to shove him away from her with the other.
Within seconds Morgan's arms were stretched above her head, and both of her wrists were clamped together by his vice like grip of one hand. Her arms were stretched so high that she as barely standing on her tippy-toes. Her body was pressed between the hardness of the wall at her back, and Happy's body against her front.
"Get the fuck off of me!" she snapped at him, her eyes staring at his chest in front of her. She tried to focus on the colors of the tattoos that peaked out at her from the neckline of his t-shirt.
"Look at me." Happy told her, his voice soft and scary.
When she refused to look up at him, he used his free hand to cup her chin and force her face up to where her eyes met his.
Morgan sucked in a deep breath, the room suddenly felt as if all the oxygen was being consumed by a raging fire that burned in there. The heat seemed to come off Happy, as if he was the inferno. Locking her eyes against his dark ones that seemed to be black pools that pulled her in wanting her to get lost inside them, her body seemed to be on fire in every single place that touched his.
"Little girl if I wanted you. You would already be on your knees in front of me." Happy told her, his mouth so close to hers that she could feel the warmth of his breath against her lips.
Morgan knew that she felt an attraction to him, one that infuriated her, because she would never be one of the Son's playthings ever. Before she could say something that would cause thing to go from bad to worse, she was saved.