Pushing Opie away Alessia's hand shot out, making quick contact with his face. Slap. "What the fuck Ope! You have a fucking wife! What's wrong with you?" She seethed, staring into his broken eyes.

"A wife who hates the club, a wife that is about to take my kids and leave me Allie." He said quietly before turning his head towards the bathroom door as if he was looking across to someone. "A wife who could never fill your shoes to begin with."

Before she could reply Opie grabbed her hips, pushing his thumbs into her pelvis, right into her pressure points making her legs almost give out. A small moan escaped her mouth. It had been forever since someone had hit her buttons so perfectly but then again, he was the one who had discovered them, all of them. Knowing she was going to need a second to recover he slipped one hand around her waist and unzipped her skirt, letting go of her hip with his other hand he let the black cloth slide down her legs.

"We can't do this Opie, it's not right." Alessia panted out. She knew it was wrong but something deep inside her had broken loose. His touch was like fucking fire on her skin, sending her mind running in circles trying to put it out. He reached down and grabbed her by the thighs, lifting her up onto the sink.

"Just give me this, you owe me this Allie." His breath hot on her neck making her eyes close and her wrap herself around him. She could feel his hardness through his jeans and flashed back to the pain on the night he had taken her virginity, it had taken them hours to do the deed because he was so big and she was so small.

Opie leaned his head in closer to hers, smelling her lilac perfume. He wanted this. No, he needed this. He had loved this woman with all of his fucking heart and she had left him without even a goodbye. He started kissing her neck as he let his hand travel up her side and onto her large breasts. They had definitely filled out well. Hearing her moan in his ear was like an approval, she wasn't going to fight him on this.

His kissing got more heated after she had let a moan escape her lips. Kneading her breast harder with his hand he reached the other one down between them to start slowly rubbing her sensitive nerves. She reached down and started to unclasp his belt buckle, slowly unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, letting his long member pop free. Leaning her back, he put one hand on her mouth and grabbed her ass with the other, slightly tilting her hips up.

"This is going to be fast." He said, looking at her hand covered mouth and wide eyes. "I've been waiting 8 years to feel this pussy again."

Thrusting his cock into her as hard as he could he watched her head tilt back and felt her muffled scream in his hand. Losing all restraint, Opie furiously began pounding in and out of her, hitting the top of her womb as he held her as tight to him as possible. He wanted to feel every inch of her around him.

"You're still so fucking tight, my god." He panted as he looked down to watch himself plow into her tight wet hole. "Fuck."

Crying out into Opie's hand he saw stars as her orgasm built. The mixture of the pain of him hitting the top of her womb and the pleasure of his filling member was sending her over the edge. She wouldn't last much longer. As if knowing this, Opie took his hand off her mouth and took it into his own, feeling her whimper into his mouth. Feeling his cock start to twitch he felt her suddenly tighten around him, grabbing his ass and pulling him closer, making him ram into her as hard as he could to meet her, filling her with his hot cum. Pulling her tight, both of them panting, foreheads resting on each other, they locked eyes.

Oooooooooooo

The party was about to end and Alessia had tried to avoid everyone till then. When she had made her way out of the bathroom she had almost ran into Happy who was eyeing her suspiciously as Opie walked out of the bathroom behind her. Locking eyes with her then Ope, he turned on his heel and headed out of the front door, letting the screen slam as he did so. I can't fucking believe you Alessia Lynn! She said to herself as she made her way to the empty couch to sit. You just fucked a married man! Married! With 2 fucking kids. Oh my god this is not happening right now. And you fucked that asshole Happy too! Oh god, I'm turning into my mother. Without warning she quickly stood from the couch and, just like 8 years ago, she watched the happy faces and slowly slipped off to her car without a good bye. She was going to go back to the house and pack her things. She'd call her job and leave a message, making up some family emergency, and she was going back to Florida, her true home. This had been a bad idea all along.

Pulling into her driveway she quickly made her way inside but stopped short seeing the piece of paper sticking out of her front door.

"Your father told me where you were Allie-cat. Hope you had fun with the trash, we'll talk about it later. See you soon."

Alessia clutched her blouse as the fear trickled down her spine and she realized that Nico Valcurro, her father's best up and coming star and hitman, her phsyco ex, was in town. Making sure to lock her front door she made sure her house was empty and secure then she headed for the basement to grab some suitcases. Picking 2 duffle bags and a large rolling suitcase, she started lugging them back up to her room. Knowing that Nico had been watching her made her skin crawl and she wondered if he had seen her and Happy on the side of the house. She blushed momentarily thinking of his firm grip on her and his hard thrusting. Snapping herself back to reality, she told herself to pack only what she needed. Changing into a pair of black leggings and an old Grateful Dead hoodie she continued to throw clothes into her waiting bags. After about 30 minutes she came down the hallway one last time and sat the duffle next to the others and went to grab her cellphone off of the couch. It was time to leave the message for work and then get the hell out of there.

Knock Knock Knock.

Alessia froze. Who the fuck was at her door this late at night…

Knock Knock Knock

She slowly walked over to her side table next to the couch and opened the deep emerald stone box that sat on top. Pulling out the Beretta M9 her father had bought her for her 21st birthday, Alessia slowly walked over to the door. Holding the gun pointing straight at the door she clicked the safety off. Taking a deep breath she reached for the door and unlocked it, slowly grabbing the knob and turning it, she started opening the door, ready to blow whoever was behind it away.

"Jesus Christ Allie! Put that fucking thing away!" Gemma stepped back from the door, shocked and staring down Alessia's weapon. Lowering the gun to her side, Allie took a deep breath and opened the screen door for her.

"Sorry about that Gem. Come in."

Turing her back to Gemma she made her way back towards her couch and sat down, clicking the safety back on she set the gun on the side table. Looking up she watched Gemma close her front door and then face her, arms crossed.

"Mind telling me why I just had a gun in my face sweetheart?" She asked, slowly looking Alessia over, noticing she was visibly shaking.

"It's nothing Gem, I just don't usually have visitors this late. Scared me a little."

"All this," Gemma pointed at the 2 duffle bags and suitcase sitting at the end of the couch, close to the door "go along with being scared of night visits too? You goin somewhere?"

"Leave it be Gem." Alessia said, standing up watching Gemma snatch up a small piece of paper off the end of the couch. Shit.

"Trash huh? This what got you all scared and running? Who is he?" Gemma said firmly, in a way demanding an answer without any lip.

"Just a stupid ex and that's not the reason I'm leaving. I have to get out of her Gem. Don't worry, it's nothing." Alessia pleaded seeing the look in Gemma's eyes as she pulled out her phone and started dialing someone's number.

"'Nothing' doesn't make a woman pull a gun when there's a knock on her door. Where's your bathroom, I need to freshen up?" Alessia pointed her down the hall, not knowing who was going to answer on the other line.

It wasn't long before the sound of Harleys rumbled closer. She ran to the front window to see 2 bikes and a big Ford truck pull up out front of her house. Watching them pull their helmets off she bit her lip as she saw Happy exit the truck.

"It's for your own good honey." Came Gemma's voice from behind her. "You are family and we protect what's ours."

"What the fuck did you do Gemma?"

"Just making sure you're safe sweetheart." Gemma said with a stern glare.

Her front door swung open as Clay, Happy, and a shorter tan guy with a mohawk and scalp tattoos walked in. Clay nodded to the shorter guy who immediately walked over and started grabbing her bags and suitcase and hobbling under the weighth out the door.

"What the fuck Clay whats-" was all she had time to say before Happy came over, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder.

"Put me down King Kong! I don't want to climb any fucking buildings with you!" She shouted, kicking her legs and hitting him in the back as he walked out her front door and towards the parked truck. He swatted her ass with his gloved hand gruffly telling her to shut up. He opened the passenger side door with one hand and then swung her around, dropping her into the seat. Making sure she wasn't going to claw his face off he leaned into her buckling her safely in.

"Safety first." He said just loud enough for her to hear as he winked at her, noticing a faint blush in her cheeks, and shut the door. Walking around to the driver's side Happy pulled out the keys from his pocket, turned to Clay who told him to take Alessia to the clubhouse, then climbed into the cab of the truck and started it. He looked over to the very pissed off woman next to him, watching her cross her arms and scowl ahead at Clay who was climbing onto his bike. She looked sexy as fuck when she was mad and that didn't help him. He knew something had happened between her and Opie in that bathroom he was livid. He barely knew this girl and he didn't want any other man to be touching her, ever. Point blank and period, he would kill a motherfucker. Opie included.

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