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Chapter 20: I used to be such a nice girl

They were at a café instead of their usual bench, having breakfast. Grace was having pancakes and Happy had a coffee. She seemed to be in a good mood then he noticed the sudden change.

"What happened to that boy?" She asked while shoving more pancakes into her mouth.

"He was shot."

She put down the fork and looked at him. "And then he died."

"Yes." He leaned forward over the table to take a closer look at her. She was looking down on her plate.

"His mom must be so sad."

"Want me to come over to your side?"

She was still looking down on the table but nodded. So he moved over and she climbed up into his lap and buried her face into his neck. "Did you save mom?"

"No, actually Big Al did."

"I liked him." She looked at him again. "He had two sons who liked bikes. He showed me pictures. He had them in his cut."

"The pictures?"

She nodded. "Does your mom have pictures of you?"

"Sure." She sat down at the table again and started poking in her pancakes with the fork but she wasn't eating.

"Whats on you mind, Sugar?"

"It's strange."

"What is?"

"Death."

He almost laughed but managed to contain himself. He wasn't laughing at her, more at how kids had a very easy and yet so complicated way of explaining shit like that.

"It is. Strange to think about."

"I mean... my teacher said that death was like sleeping, but really hard. But I mean; when you sleep you dream but if you're dead I don't think so your brain is working. So that seems boring." She was still stirring around in the pancakes. "And Kathy Mitchell said that when you die you go to heaven if you've been good, and everything is perfect there. And if you've been bad you go to hell. But what if you've been both? No-one is good all the time but everyone is it sometimes.." Happy wondered who Kathy Mitchell was, probably one of the other kids in school. She turned and looked at him. "What do you think?"

"I don't know what I think, Sweetie." He tried to figure out what he thought. "I think death is hard to understand in a lot of ways. It's very... final."

"What do you mean?" He was not dealing with this the right way.

"It scares people because it means we won't see someone again. And it's also scary that we don't know what happens when we die."

"Can we go and see that boys grave, and put flowers on it?"

"That's a nice thing to do." This kid just had the biggest heart. He really hoped he hadn't fucked up the death-talk.

She started eating again and took a sip of her juice, she had three straws in it.

"Do you really need three straws?"

"No. But I like it." She smiled "Me and Peter built a bridge of straws and glue, it was really strong." Peter again, Happy thought to himself. "Why did mom have to work today? She doesn't work saturdays anymore."

"Since she wasn't at work yesterday she was going to work for a while today." He finished his coffee and leaned back.

"Don't you have to be with the others today?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"They didn't need me today. I'm not a member of this club you know, so they just call me when they need me."

"Oh."

"But I've got plans for us."

"What?" She smiled and he laughed. "Tell me!"

"We're going to put a bitch seat on my bike. So I can take your mom for a ride." Her smile got even bigger. "Then we'll pick up your mom and I'm going to make a tattoo on her." He hadn't thought her smile could get any bigger and finally she clapped her hand.

"Wow! She agreed?"

"Yup."

"Wow. Come on. Lets go." She said and started climbing over him, he caught her and put her back in front of her plate.

"Hey. Finish your breakfast. We're not in a hurry."

They spent the morning in the garage, talking and fixing with his bike. Her small hands did come in handy now and then and she loved to help and asked him about every fucking part of the bike.

"Can bikes die?" She suddenly said and he laughed.

"They can stop working."

"Isn't that kind of what happens with the body when you die?"

"Kind of, but most people think that there's more to a person than just a body. That we have a soul."

"Do you think so?"

He sighed. Did he think so? Shit, this was stuff he hadn't thought about for years. He preferred to not think about it considering that he killed people. He had no idea what the fuck he thought about this. He looked at her again.

"Yes." That was probably the right thing to say to a kid. She nodded and then she started asking questions about bikes again. He was much more comfortable with those.

By noon they had lunch and then they went to pick up Ava.

"Ready?" He smiled when she came outside.

She took a deep breath. "Yes. Can't be the worst pain I've had to endure?" She said it like a question and he laughed.

"No." He looked down at Grace. "Wanna go with your mom or me?"

She rolled her eyes and put her helmet on. Ava laughed. "You gotta ask?"

"Hey, trying to be a gentleman here."

He gave her the address and told her to meet him there. It was a tattoo-parlor owned by a guy who was a friend of the club. Happy used to work there now and then and had some of his equipment there.

Ava was nervous. She had no idea what to expect, how much it would hurt or even how long it would take. When she arrived she saw Happy, opening the door for Grace who ran inside. When he saw her car he waited for her.

She went inside and came in time to see Grace basically attacking a skinny, tattooed guy with with comments.

"Wow! You have tattoos in you face." Grace climbed up on the chair next to him. "I like it! And on your neck!"

"Ehhh, hi?" The guys said and then turned around and saw Happy. "Hi, is she with you?"

"Yeah." Happy nodded.

"Look Happy, he's got tattoos everywhere!"

"Honey, it's not polite to stare." Ava said in an attempt to stop Grace from studying the poor man.

"Why would he do that if he doesn't want people to look?" Grace said and was still looking at him. "They're very nice." She said with a smile and the guy finally smiled back.

"I like her." He pointed at Grace and smiled at Happy.

"Join the club." Happy said and took his hand and gave him one of the very manly hugs these guys seemed to share quite often. "All good?"

"Yeah. So this is your Old Lady?" He said and extended his hand to Ava who took it.

"Ava." She said with a smiley.

"I'm Freddy. And you are?" He said and turned his hand to Grace.

"Grace." She took his hand. "Ohhhhhh, and on his hands! This is so great!"

"She likes tattoos." Ava explained. "And bikes."

"And princesses." Grace added.

"That's an interesting mix." Freddy nodded towards Grace.

"Come on." Happy said to Ava led her to a chair that looked kind of like a recliner. Grace was still talking to Freddy. "Take of your jeans and sit down." He pointed at the chair and Ava did as he asked.

She watched him getting ready. It was obvious that he had done this quite a few times. He had a stainless steel table that he covered in plastic. Some other plastic that he put on the chord for the tattoo machine. When he put the machine down on the table she took a closer look at it.

There were pictures on the coils. "It's beautiful."

He looked at her and smiled but didn't say anything. He poured ink into a small plastic cup and put something that looked like vaseline in a huge pile on the plastic. Everything was wrapped in plastic, even the spray bottle.

He dry shaved her upper thigh and then poured something that smelled like disinfectant on a napkin and rubbed it on her. It was disinfectant and it burned like hell. "Seriously? Did you have to dry shave me before doing that?"

"Shut up." He smiled. "It's going to be the least painful part of this."

"Now that I do this, will you try reading a book?"

"No." He said and gave her a kiss. He took something that looked like normal tracing paper with the outline of the bird and put it on the thigh and sprayed water on it.

She took a deep breath. "Will you stick to me?"

He looked up at her, grabbed her chin, but not hard, and gave her another kiss. Still looking into her eyes he smiled. "Yes."

"You would say anything to make sure I did this, wouldn't you?"

"I didn't say I'd read a book." He was fiddling with the paper on her thigh. That was a very Happy way of telling her that he meant it. He would stick to her.

She turned her head and looked at Grace who had pulled off her t-shirt and Freddy was drawing on her.

"How does she do that?" Ava said to Happy.

He took a quick look before turning his attention to her thigh again. "She drills those blue eyes into yours and ask. All she has to do."

"You do realize that she's going to be lethal when she's a teenager?"

"I do. But show me the pimpled teenage guy who would dare to piss of an entire MC-club."

"If they're horny enough."

Happy gave her a look and his eyes were pitch black. "Maybe we could talk about something else while I'm doing this." He turned to Grace. "I'm about to start, Sugar."

"Can we sit over there?" She asked Freddy who agreed and pushed her chair over next to Ava's.

Happy was adjusting the rubber-band that was around the coils and the needle on the machine after putting on black rubber gloves. Then he looked up at her with a crocked smile and raised eyebrows.

"Ready?"

She nodded. He squeezed her leg tight between his arm and body, stretched her skin between her index finger and thumb and then the machine started. It sounded like a dentist drill, she hated that sound.

Then he put the needle to her skin. It felt like someone was scratching her with something electric. It didn't hurt bad, but it felt... uncomfortable and slightly sickening.

Grace was staring at her. "Does it hurt?"

"Not too bad."

"It doesn't hurt that much on the thigh." Freddy said to Grace while still drawing on her. "And it doesn't hurt much to begin with, the longer you do it the more it hurt."

"Why?" Grace asked.

"You get tired and less resistant." He explained while shifting pens.

About two hours later Ava started to realize that Freddy was right. It wasn't just that she was getting tired, it was that Happy kept tattooing her on the same place two hundred times.

"Does it hurt yet?" Grace asked while trying studying the muerte skull that Freddy had done on her shoulder in a mirror. She was extremely proud of it.

"Yes." Ava said with clenched jaws.

Happy looked up at her with a smile. "Not that much left."

The only relief was every time he sprayed water on her and dried it of. She liked that part.

"No smart quotes for me?" He asked when he put the needle to her skin again.

She sighed. "Could I love less, I should be happier now."

Freddy laughed. "Smart chick."

"I know." Happy said still looking down on her thigh but she saw the slight smile on his lips.

Forty-five minutes later, he was finally done and she was taped up with plastic. Happy started to clean up and Ava tried to pull on her pants.

"It looked nice. It was the same that Gemma had, but different text. And it didn't have the heart on the chest." Grace said.

Ava hadn't even notice those things. "What did he write?"

"Forever mine." She smiled. "Does that mean you're Happy's?"

"Sure does." Happy said and picked her up. "And it includes you. And I made a Smiley face instead of a heart." He said and tickled her.

"Because you have smiley faces?" She said while still giggling slightly after the tickle.

"You are such a smart girl."

"The smartest." She said and gave him a kiss.

Ava walked over to Freddy while Happy and Grace discussed how smart she was. "With all of you expertise. How long will this hurt?"

"Not too long, a couple of days then the itching starts. And you can't scratch." He said with a smile. He handled her a tube of lotion. "Use this and wash with a non perfumed soap with low pH balance."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Grace ran up to Freddy and gave him a hug. "Thank you for the muerte skull. When I turn eighteen, I'll get a real one."

"Just give me a call." Freddy said with a smile. He looked at Happy. "Don't be a stranger, still got people asking for you."

"Gonna do time for a while. I'll call you when I get out."

"Do that. Just give me some dates and I'll book 'em for you."

They waved and left, Ava with her crow tattoo. Happy put his arms around her shoulders. "Want another one?"

"No."

"It's like a drug, once you start, you'll want more of them."

"I think I'll be fine with just this one." She said and gave him a kiss. "I'll see you at home."

-o0o-

It was late in the evening when Happy walked into the clubhouse and found most of them there.

"What's up?"

"We had an all you can eat for the Chinese. Some of the caracara girls did it to help Jax."

"Cashed in?" He noticed them all looking towards Opie. "What?"

"Lost it." Chibs smiled. "Lyla was there."

"You put his girl there and him as a guard?"

"We didn't want to call you." Bobby said.

"Why the fuck not?"

"Heard you were at Freddy's. Did she get that crow?" Clay had a smug look.

"Yeah."

Bobby handed him a glass and Clay raised his towards him. "To Old Ladies. May yours be wort the trouble that will surely follow her."

He emptied the glass.

"Guessin' Sunshine was happy." Bobby said.

"Yeah. Freddy did a muerte skull on her. She's getting a real one when she turns eighteen."

"If you just made her an Old Lady, what the fuck are you doing here?" Chibs asked.

"Wanted to check in. And she's a bit pissed at me, pain doesn't bring out her nice sides." He admittef and Clay nodded.

"Trouble is already starting."

Piney came with Lyla and Ima. He wondered why Piney was stupid enough to bring that bitch here. He also wondered why she was stupid enough to come after those crazy ladies filled her car with led. But she wasn't his problem, she had never been after him. She was all about Jax.

Just as Opie walked by and squeezed his shoulder with a "Congrats man." Juice came up to them with the computer.

Cameron had been killed on Ireland and they had lost the only lead they had to Abel.

-o0o-

Ava woke up when Happy stroked her tattoo, she turned around and put her arm around him.

"Sorry." He said and smiled.

"Like it?" She was brushing her lips against his, he tasted of whiskey.

"Yes."

"Your mom called here today. I didn't know she had this number."

"Gave it to her." His hand was trailing the scars on her back, she was starting to like it when he did that. Some scars were completely numb and others were very sensitive. The differences it created a strange feeling and she liked it. "What did she say?"

"Not much, that it was nice to talk to me since you never brought me there." He laughed a little at that. "So you, like, live here now?"

"Do you mind?" He asked with his lips against her cheek.

"As long as I can eat in bed I'm ok with it."

"No. No eating in the bed in my apartment. Unless it's me eating your pussy." He turned her over to her back and started kissing her body, still tracing her scars at her front but this time with his tongue.

"Our apartment." She looked at him. "And I'm going to eat in bed every night before you come home. On your side of the bed."

He chuckled and laid down between her legs, kissing the inside of her thigh. "No you won't."

"When you're inside; I'm gonna eat in bed every night and walk all over the apartment while brushing my teeth." She closed her eyes and felt his tongue on her thigh and the cold trace it was leaving behind. "That gives you something to think about at night when you're locked up."

"No you're not." His kisses went further and further down her thigh. "You're going to lie in this position and imagine me doing this, touching yourself, every night. That's what I'm going to think about." He said before licking between her legs.

"So you'll be thinking about me?" It was very hard to talk.

He kept his lips agains her and mumbled on her clit. "You know it."

"Oh God." She moaned. "This and your perfect dick. That's what I'll be thinking about." That was the last thing she said in a while.

When he had made her come, he moved up her body and kissed her before gently pressing inside of her. "This one?" He whispered in her ear.

"Yes."

"Think we're going to have to practice." He suddenly said and pulled out before even moving.

"What?" She opened her eyes and he had his most devilish smile. "No!" She sat up and put her arms around him trying to pull him back. "That's mean."

"Can you even get yourself off?" He teased her before kissing her.

"I've got time to practice later." She tried to pull him down again.

"No, now." He removed her arms and pushed her down on her back. "I'll help you."

"Are you going to practice?"

"Babe, trust me, I've had plenty of practice."

"So you're just going to watch me?"

"Yes."

"But..."

He laid down next to her. "I'll fuck you from behind if you do this first."

She glared at him. "I really hate you sometimes."

"Getting older here, babe."

"This is what bikers to do you. Make you all horny. And then they just stop. Mean bastards." She still wasn't touching herself. She didn't want to, not while he was watching.

"I wanna watch. Need something to think about at night in my cell." He carefully kissed her breast. "I wanna know what you look like while I'm thinking of you. So I can imagine that you're doing it at the same time."

That was kind of sweet but she knew him, he said sweet things just to make her do what he wanted. She looked at him. "Beg!"

He laughed. "Please, babe, give me something to think about."

She tried but was not comfortable at all and he noticed. Of course he did, he noticed everything so he leaned his upper body over her, kissed her breasts and kissed her and by the time she noticed that he had stopped doing it, she was all worked up.

"Fucking hell, you are beautiful." He mumbled and she opened her eyes, he was staring at her, all over her.

"Please!" She said and seconds later he flipped her around and she was on all all four. He grabbed her hips and she was moaning the second she felt him against her opening. He pressed himself inside all the way to the hilt and she pushed against him.

He leaned over and kissed her neck, while still moving, and put his arm around her chest. "You are one horny and very sexy bitch."

She laughed and pushed herself against him again, meeting his thrusts, very satisfied to hear him groan. "You like it."

"Fucking love it." He said with a strained voice. He had moved his arm around her hips, pulling her in while pumping. She was so close.

"You're going to miss my pussy, aren't you?" She felt the cramping in her stomach, moving down her thigh. "Oh, God." She mumbled.

He pulled her up and she was basically sitting in his lap, riding him and she leaned her head against his shoulder while she came and finally, when she couldn't move he pushed her flat on her stomach and finished.

"I'm going to miss your pussy like crazy, babe." He mumbled into her hair.

"I used to be such a nice girl." She sighed while kissing his arm. "I never said things like pussy or touched myself to get fucked from behind."

He laughed. "I know, virgin until you were seventeen, reading in the library."

"Look at me now." She was laughing as well.

"Oh, I looked." He kissed her neck. "Not many bitches managed to be hot naked in bed and at a library."

"I'm a very rare specimen, you're a lucky man."

He pulled out and she turned around. "I know." He kissed her. "Two perfect girls."

"Ever going to tell me what tattoo you did for me?"

"No."

"Was it the smiley-face?"

He didn't say anything and just kissed her nose. She turned around with her back against him again. "Go to sleep." He said and put his arm around her, holding her breast.

"I know it was. It's kind of creepy, but I like it."

"Good." He yawned.

"All ok at the clubhouse?"

"No. But I'll tell you tomorrow." He hugged her tighter. "I'm tired as hell and I had to choose between fucking you and talking to you."

"I'm not sure how to interpret that you rather fuck me than talk to me." She yawned as well.

"Interpret it as if you have a cock-blocking daughter and I have to fuck you while she's sleeping and I'll talk to you while she's up." It sounded like he was half asleep already but he jumped when she started to laugh.

"Did you just call my daughter a cock-blocker?"

"Kind of glad she is. Not sure I would ever leave your bed if she wasn't around."

Just a few minutes later he was sleeping and not long after she fell asleep as well, counting the throbs on her thigh. It was hurting like hell and she felt feverish.