I know there were a couple people concerned about the length between updates. I just wanna say I have no plans to abandon this story. Between work (8-10 hour shifts), kids, and helping a friend with a couple of her stories, it takes me some time to finish a chapter. I love you all and love that so many are enjoying this story, so I'm sorry if my updates take a little longer than expected. I did promise at least 1 update a week and so far I've stayed true to that so please be patient with me.

Lana stood in the middle of the room for a moment, breathing heavily. She was so pissed she couldn't even form a coherent thought. She had no clue how to handle this. She just needed to get out of here and away from Happy.

She stormed through the bar only moments after Happy had left the room. He watched her as she desperately tried to avoid looking at him. She pushed the door open and kept walking.

"Lana!" She heard Gemma's voice from behind her. Lana slowed her walk, but didn't stop. "What happened?" Gemma asked, catching up to her.

She turned on her heel and looked at Gemma. "He let some slut mark him up before coming back here. Not only did he bail on me to sit here by myself and wonder if Kozik's gonna wake up or not, but he goes and fucks some whore while he's gone."

Gemma sighed and shook her head. "Lana, I was mad at him too for leaving, but you gotta understand that was just his way of dealing with this all. He's in just as much pain as you are, if not more. He and Kozik have known each other for over twenty years. They've always been close and you only brought them closer. Happy isn't just the club's enforcer and Sergeant at Arms, he's Kozik's brother and best friend. A bond like that doesn't allow shit like this to go unanswered. Happy is not an emotional man. The only way he knows how to deal with this stuff is violence."

"What the fuck does that have to do with him fucking some whore?!" Lana nearly shouted.

"Nothing. I have no idea what happened there so I can't offer any words of wisdom about that particular fuck up. That's something you'll have to ask him about, but just keep in mind that Kozik did the same thing and you got over that."

"It's not the same thing."

"Maybe circumstances are a little different this time, more serious. I'm not saying let it go and act like it never happened. It was a shit move and you have a right to be pissed, but, like I said, he's hurting and I'd bet my ass he was drunk. At least give him a chance to explain before you go off halfcocked and do something you might regret later." Gemma held eye contact with her for a moment. "Now, you either go back in there and talk to him or I can give you a ride home, but only if you stay there."

She was pissed. She didn't want to go home and be a good girl, but she sure as hell didn't want to be under the same roof as Happy. "Take me home."

SOA

A knock sounded on the door. Still fuming when she'd gotten home, Lana had texted Sean, her previous fuck buddy who she hadn't talked to in months. She knew it was just to get back at Happy. She was pissed and hurt and didn't want to be alone. She tried to tell herself she didn't care if he ever found out, but she knew she didn't want him to know, a little afraid of what he might do.

"Hey." She said, opening the door.

"Hi." Sean said with a sexy little smirk. "So I thought you were seeing someone." He said, amused as she pulled him inside.

"Yeah, well, bikers are assholes." She said vaguely.

"He's not gonna show up and kick my ass is he?"

"Which one?" Lana asked in all seriousness as she pulled her shirt over her head.

Sean tore his eyes from her chest at her question. "What?"

"There's two. Both those guys that were ready to kill you that day in the coffee shop. I've been fucking them both." She said, stepping out of her jeans.

His eyes fell on the crow covering her thigh, then the one on her hip. "Pretty serious huh?" He asked.

"One of them is in the hospital. The other… well, he apparently has a thing for whores at the moment so I don't really give a shit what he thinks." She moved in front of him in only her underwear and lifted his shirt.

Dropping to her knees, she pulled his jeans and boxers down and took his stiffening cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it until he was hard. Not really in the mood for foreplay, she stood and slid out of her boyshorts and unclasped her bra.

She pushed him back onto the couch and lifted a knee to the cushion next to his leg, followed immediately by the other so she was straddling his lap. She held his cock up and lowered herself onto it. He didn't feel nearly as good as either Kozik or Happy. He was a decent size, but it just wasn't as good.

She began moving up and down on him quickly, desperately trying to feel the same fire in her belly she got when she was with one of her men. Nothing. She felt numb. If she'd ever had meaningless sex, this was it.

She stood and pulled him up before kneeling on the couch in front of him, facing away so her back was too him. He grabbed her hips and slid into her from behind, resuming his thrusting. Months ago she would've enjoyed this, but now it was almost annoying.

"Fucking harder." She ordered, pushing her ass back against him.

He increased his speed, which helped some, but it still wasn't good enough. She blew out a frustrated sigh.

"Shit Lana, I don't know what you want." Sean said, nearly out of breath. "I'm fucking you pretty damn hard, no different than I ever had. You used to like it."

"Spank me or choke me. Make it hurt if you have to."

At her words, she felt Sean slow in his movements, before he sped up again, grabbing her by the shoulder with one hand and pulling her back into him with each thrust. After a moment he moved his hand from her shoulder to her throat. He seemed hesitant to apply any pressure, but eventually did. After a few moments, his grip had tightened enough to have the desired effect: she was finally feeling a small spark of excitement. She briefly wondered if it was wrong that she was imagining Kozik behind her, but then decided she didn't give a fuck.

She slid her hand between her legs and rubbed her clit, finally pushing herself over the edge after a while. Sean came moments later and pulled her down onto the couch with him once he'd finished. As soon as Lana caught her breath, she sat up and picked his clothes up off the floor.

"I'm sorry. You gotta go." She said handing them to him and standing, pulling on one of Kozik's t-shirts that had, at some point, been thrown on the chair in the room.

Sean stood and stared at her, confused. "Did I do something wrong?" He asked.

"No. I'm just going through some shit right now. This was nothing but a strike back at my old man. I shouldn't have even called you. I'm sorry."

He nodded slowly and got dressed, leaving without another word. Lana plopped down on the couch and sat there for a while, just staring at the black tv screen.

She heard the rumble of a motorcycle a while later and then a pound on the door. Hesitating, she slowly got up and opened the door, knowing it was Happy. He didn't even wait for her to say anything, just pushed past her and went into the living room. She rolled her eyes and closed the door, following him.

She stopped and leaned against the door frame, still in nothing but Kozik's shirt.

Happy turned and glared at her, jaw twitching. He was fucking pissed. "Smells like sex in here." He said dangerously, eyes narrowed.

Lana managed to keep her face blank as she quickly thought of a lie. "I haven't been laid in a couple weeks so I got myself off."

Happy took a step toward her. "You choke yourself too?" He motioned toward her neck.

Lana's hand went to her neck, realizing it was sore where Sean's hand had been. Happy moved closer. "You think I'm fuckin stupid girl?" He practically snarled. "Who the fuck was it?"

She wasn't about to answer that. She knew he'd fucking kill him. "Does it matter? You go out and fuck some whore, I do the same exact thing and I'm the one who's wrong? Fuck you."

His face was mere inches from hers now. "You better watch your mouth right now girl. This ain't a fucking game and I promise, if you piss me off enough, it won't end in sex this time." She could smell the whiskey on his breath. A drunk and pissed off Happy was a dangerous combination. "You get away with too much and you seem to forget your place."

She lowered her eyes, an involuntary submissive gesture. He was starting to scare her. One reason she always felt so confident when fucking with him in the past was because Kozik was usually around. She knew he wouldn't let things get out of hand if she went too far. She didn't have that safety net now. She was alone with Happy, both of them were pissed, Happy was drunk, and she was hormonal. Who knew what either of them would do or say.

He suddenly grabbed her upper arms roughly, a bruising grip that immediately got her attention. Her eyes snapped back to his, widening slightly. "You don't get to fuck anyone other than me and Kozik. And he's still in the hospital, as good as dead, so I know it wasn't him you just fucked."

She felt tears prick the backs of her eyes the way he talked about Kozik. He wasn't just pissed because she had fucked someone else; he was pissed because he was convinced Kozik wasn't going to make it.

She felt a tear roll down her cheek suddenly and turned her face away again. She didn't want to cry in front of him, especially now.

Happy loosened his grip on her arms and raised his hand to her face to wipe the tear away, but she flinched and pushed him away from her. His stare hardened again and he shoved her back against the wall and held her there with his arm across her chest. "The next time you push me or hit me Lana, I'm gonna knock you on your ass." He growled.

She knew she should keep her mouth shut, but she was just too damn angry about everything. "You're not gonna hit me." She said, trying to convince herself more than him.

"I never thought I'd have the kinda patience it takes to deal with your shit, but, for whatever reason, I do. I've been a fucking saint compared to how much I let other bitches get away with, but I'm not feeling very nice right now, so one more warning is all you're gonna get. Watch. Your. Fucking. Mouth. And keep your hands off of me." He slowly let her go as he said the last part.

She looked away from him again. "Why are you even here?" She asked quietly.

He stepped back. "To talk. To work this shit out."

"You can't go fuck some whore after everything and then get pissed when I go fuck another guy." Lana responded after a minute.

"Kozik went and fucked some whore a couple months back. You got over that just fine. I'm not saying that makes it ok for me, but you're acting like what I did is so much worse." He unintentionally raised his voice again.

Lana took a deep breath, trying to calm the rollercoaster of emotions she was currently on. "Look Hap, I'm gonna need some time before I can get right with this shit. You took off when I fucking needed you. That, I could've gotten over easily enough, I get you just needed to deal with shit your way. But fucking some whore while you were gone? It is way worse than when Kozik did it. We hadn't been together for months at the time, I didn't have his fucking crow permanently inked into my skin, and we hadn't established any rules about road pussy yet." She sighed and looked away then, as if the thought suddenly occurred to her, snapped her head back up and sneered at him. "Oh and not to mention the fact that I wasn't sitting here as he laid in a hospital bed, waiting for him to wake up!"

She turned and paced the room a couple times as he stood there speechless. "Just go." She said, stopping in front of him. "I can't fucking be near you right now. Don't come over and don't call me. I'll let you know when I'm ready to talk." She stood there waiting for him to leave.

Happy hesitated, not wanting to provoke her anymore, but not wanting to give in so easily either. He sighed and pointed a finger at her. "This shit ain't over little girl. Stay in town and stay the fuck away any other guys."

Then tension between them grew as they stared each other down for a moment. Finally Happy conceded and turned toward the door. He slammed it shut behind him and Lana wanted to scream. How dare he tell her what to do after what he'd done? That was just the way he was though. He would never change and she knew it.

SOA

Lana had avoided the clubhouse for the last week. She'd done what she always did when she was miserable: she worked herself ragged. Gemma had been on her about taking care of herself in her condition and Lana knew she was right, but she was much better at ignoring her problems, rather than dealing with them.

She didn't even want to think about the fact that she hadn't told Happy she was pregnant yet. She hadn't even gone to the doctor. She had at least avoided drinking or smoking anything.

Lana had taken the late shift, so it was well after 2am by the time she got off work. She pulled into her driveway and stepped out of her car. Slamming the door shut, she headed up the walk when she suddenly heard multiple gunshots and felt an explosion of pain in her side.

She dropped to her knees as her hand covered the already blood soaked wound. She looked back toward the street to see a black car speeding off, too far away already for her to tell what kind. With her free hand, she dumped out her bag, searching for her phone, and hit the first number on her speed dial, not caring that it was Happy.

She started to feel light headed as the phone rang a second and then third time. He finally picked up and she could tell he was drunk. "You ready to quit being a bitch and talk to me girl or you just want me to fuck you?" He asked in a bitter tone.

"Hap… I need help." She said, her own voice sounding foreign to her ears. She was losing a lot of blood and knew she was going to pass out soon.

"What's wrong, girl?" He asked, worry creeping into his voice.

"My place. Now." She said faintly, lying down in the grass to try and stop her head from spinning.