Once again I appreciate the reads, follows, favorites and reviews. This chapter has more Happy in it. So enjoy.
I woke with a start. Feeling around the bed I found it to be empty. When I sat up and rubbed my eyes, I found Happy. Sitting at a small desk, watching me. He smirked at me and I smiled back.
"Morning." My voice felt scratchy. I cleared my throat hoping it would make it better but no such luck.
"Hey." He was a man of few words. Something I enjoyed, since I liked to talk a lot.
"I feel like crap." I groaned as I fell back onto his small bed. Luckily I had the day off and could sleep the feeling away.
"Get your ass up Bri." He growled but his eyes were smiling. He stood and gripped my ankles, pulling me towards him. I giggled and he smiled as I sat up on the end of the bed.
"I'm up!" I squeaked. My throat was killing me. I couldn't really afford to be sick but like always my body had other plans for me.
"Breakfast is ready." He pulled me to my feet and laced his fingers with mine. "Throw those sweats on and let's eat."
I pulled on his sweats, folding the waist band over a couple of times so they fit better. They weren't too long, I was five feet nine inches to his six feet 2 inch frame. He opened the door and I walked out first and he fell into place beside me.
As soon as we hit the clubhouse I could sort of smell the food. Everyone who had stayed the night before were eating and talking. I took a seat next to Tig, he smiled at me and turned back to his food.
"Want anything?" Happy mumbled.
"Just water and toast." I could feel my stomach flip with nausea as I shifted on the uncomfortable stool.
"Aye lass." Chibs chirped in my ear. His voice reminding me so much of my Uncle Peter.
"Hey Chibs." I gave him a weak smile. "What's up?"
"Nothin' just wanted to ask ya how ye got Hap to fetch ye food for ya." He chuckled.
"Put a spell on him." I giggled. "Learned it from a caster in my motherland." I let my accent thicken as I spoke.
He laughed even harder. "I like ya." With that statement he walked off as Happy returned with a bottle of water and a plate piled high with food.
"Thanks." I twisted off the cap and took a long pull as I sat back and watched everyone interact.
"Eat." Happy shoved a spoonful of eggs in front of my face. I looked at him and took the spoon and the eggs. They were pretty good but did nothing to help me feel better. "You look green."
"Yeah, well, I'm sick Happy." I shrugged as I slid off the stool and walked towards the doors. Hoping fresh air would make me feel better. I laid back on the first table I saw and let the cool air settle in my bones.
It was four in the morning when the pounding on my front door started. I was going to ignore it but instead grabbed my gun from my night stand and went to check it out.
I peeked thru the peep hole and saw Happy standing there looking mean. I pulled the door open and greeted him with the gun.
"Nice to see you too." He pushed past me, the gun not even phasing him.
"What're you doing here?" I asked as I watched him shrug out of his cut and sweatshirt.
"Trying to sleep." He yawned and plopped down on to the couch. Not bothering to remove his boots.
"You can sleep in a bed Happy. They don't bite." I walked to the hall closet and grabbed a blanket, when I returned he was fast asleep. I covered him and made my way back to bed.
"Back to bed." I felt his large hands grip my waist as he slung me over his shoulder.
"I can walk." I protested weakly.
SOA SOA
I yawned as I woke up not entirely sure how I made it to my room, let alone managed to strip down to my boxers last night but I did. My head was killing me, a dull throbbing pain, it seemed to get worse with every blink. I drank too much now I was paying for it.
"Get it together Ortiz." I said to myself as I tried to sit up. With a groan and a grunt I managed to complete the task, any thoughts about getting out of bed would have to wait until my room stopped spinning.
When the spinning subsided, I took a swig of water from the bottle sitting next to my bed. Slid off it and pulled on my pants and shirt. I made my way out, only to have to side step Happy, who had Bri over his shoulder. She looked dead. Her body was loose and limp, and her hair fell in a mess of dark curls.
"Hey." I threw out in their direction.
"Hey." Happy gruffed at me. "Breakfast is goin' fast." He disappeared into his room.
I padded towards the kitchen. Seeing Gemma standing in front of the stove with Lyla at her side. I smiled and entered.
"Hey baby." Gemma cooed when she saw me. She was always doting on me like I was her child.
"Hey Gem." I eyed the pancakes and bacon sitting off to the side. I grabbed a plate and started loading it up. I then made my way outside to the picnic tables.
I didn't want to be bothered, I mostly wanted to be alone and think. As soon as I sat down, my mind started wandering.
"It's a boy." The doctor looked at us both. We were smiling. Like damn fools. I was going to have a son. A son, a mini me. I was happy. I wasn't ready for this but I'd do my best for the kid.
My mind drifted back to reality as I registered my name being called.
"Juice." Lyla's voice was soft. I liked her a whole bunch, she was cool.
"Yeah?" I finally asked.
"I need your help in the office with the computer. Its doing something weird."
"Ok, give me a few minutes." I sat and finished eating my food lazily and without purpose. I wasn't tasting it any longer. My mind was swimming in memories, dulling the rest of my senses.
I made my way back to the office after putting my dirty plate and cup in the kitchen. Thinking of my dreams I had when I was in school, back when I had Bri to motivate me to chase my dreams of being a computer tech.
I sat down in front of the computer, wishing Gemma would get rid of this thing already. It was always breaking down. I cracked my knuckles and went to work. Ridding the beast of the many viruses it had collected since the last time I cleaned it.
"The geek is in his habitat." I looked up and Jax was leaning against the door jamb, a smirk on his face. "We got church in 10." He slinked off.
I managed to get the beast running right with a few minutes left over. I made my way quickly to my room to grab my cut before heading back out to chapel. I half wondered what we had to talk about today. I didn't think we had trouble then again I wasn't in with the higher up guys.
I sat down, across from Happy who was tapping aimlessly on the redwood table. Then Bobby sat down next to me and smiled. He smelled like syrup and scotch. My nose stung a bit but I didn't move away.
Jax and Chibs filed in, the doors closing behind them. They took their seats and I waited impatiently for things to get started.
"Brothers," Jax drawled as he began, his face set in a serious expression which made me begin to worry. "The Mayans need guns, as you know we don't deal with guns anymore. The Irish cut ties with us. The Mayans are threatening to break the truce with us if we can't get them guns to secure their territory and keep the niners from taking over."
We all exchanged looks, wondering just how we were supposed to solve this situation.
"Any suggestions?" Jax asked. The gavel rolling around in his hand.
"Let them break it, we have guns to defend ourselves." Tig threw out. His blue eyes looking dark and serious.
"We can't afford to go to war with the Mayans." Bobby said. "We don't have enough bodies as is, we can't lose anymore."
Before I could even stop myself, my mouth opened. "Russians."
"What about them?" Happy asked. Shooting me a look.
"We buy from them." I should have said nevermind but I didn't.
"We don't have those connections Juicy." Chibs trilled.
"I do, well, Hap, he has a better connection." There it was, I was dragging him into my bullshit. I looked down, avoiding his look.
"Hap, is what he's saying true?" Jax asked. His eyes getting cheery with hope.
"I guess, I only met her dad a few times tho." He ran a hand over his head and glared in my direction.
"Who's dad?"
"Brianna." I said, finally making eye contact with Happy.
"I'm lost." Tig said. "What does she have to do with this?"
"She's a Hohrykova. Her family deals arms. Also has one of the biggest illegal weapons business on the East Coast, but is moving some of that here to Northen Cali." I stated confidently. Feeling proud I knew that.
"Holy shit." Jax smiled. "You think she can set up a meeting with her dad for us?"
"We can ask her." Happy said.
"Good. Get on it. Til we get an answer church is over." He banged the gavel.
The guys filed out, leaving myself, Jax, and Happy sitting at the table.
SOASOASOA
I sat in Happy's bed once again, rubbing my eyes, and cringing at the sunlight that was pouring thru the blinds. My throat felt raw and the headache was now a dull vibration as I sat up. I couldn't remember the last time I even had a cold this bad, but this shit sucked so hard. I kicked off the sheet that was covering me and rolled out of the bed.
Walking to the desk I finished the rest of my water and left the room. I walked down the hall, pausing in front of the beautiful bike that was displayed, I reached out to touch it then decided against it.
I finished the short trip to the open space of the clubhouse. Noticing the guys buzzing around and a few croweaters tending to their needs. I thought it was still too early for them to be strutting around in cheap clothes and reeking of drugstore perfume. It made my nose wrinkle with distaste.
"Hey Bri." Lyla waved at me. I gave her a smile. "You look like shit." She laughed. I liked her. She was genuinely cool and less intense than Gemma.
"I feel like shit." I cleared my throat, feeling the pain rip thru me. "Where's Happy? I need to get out of here."
"In the Chapel. I wouldn't dare go in there." Lyla shook her blonde curls and strutted off towards the bar.
I walked to the Chapel and stood in front of the open doors. Noticing Jax, Juan, and Happy sitting at the grossly oversized table. "Hi." I croaked. Sounding like I smoked a full pack of cigarettes in five minutes.
"Just the person we were waiting to see." Jax got up and walked towards me. "We need your help." He pulled me in and shut the doors. I looked at them all, I was so confused.
"Unless you guys need tits, noses, or lipo, I don't think I can help you." I sat down next to Happy. Our hands finding each other under the table, our pinkies linked, I gave him a wink.
"Guns." Juan stated flat-out. Now I got it, they needed me for my dad. "Your dad still deals, doesn't he?"
"Yeah, he does." I wasn't about to lie to them. Any quick search would pull up my dad and his business. "I rather not get involved with this." I coughed. Feeling my throat get rawer.
"We just need a meeting." Jax said. "Set it up and we'll owe you a favor."
I weighed it out. I liked the club, I liked Jax he was cool when he wasn't in his head. I wanted to know what they needed the guns for but was also afraid to ask. I was certain I shouldn't even know this much, I would probably end up dead if I talked about this conversation. I looked at Happy then back towards Jax, I felt safe with Happy, I didn't think he'd put me in a situation where I'd be at risk.
"I'll set it up." I stood up and reached out a hand to Jax. "You owe me a favor now, I'll cash it in soon." I smiled.
"You didn't get us the meeting just yet darlin'." He smiled at me.
"I'm confident in my ability to get my dad to do things." I winked at him and sat back down, this time on Happy's lap. I prayed the club knew what they were asking to get into and if they didn't, Jax was a whole less smarter than I assumed him to be.
So, there it is. Chapter 3. Hope you all like it. Setting up for a plot. Next chapter will most likely be all Hap and Bri. Just so you can get a sense of their dynamic as a couple away from the club.