Happy waited, bent down on one knee, ring in one hand and Alessia's left hand in his other. All he wanted was to hear her say yes. Looking up into her eyes he could see her answer.

"Yes. Oh my god yes." She yelled, letting him slide the ring on her slender finger as they were suddenly surrounded by people cheering. Alessia was ecstatic, pulling Happy into her arms as he stood up, she started kissing him passionately. She was pregnant and engaged by a man they called the Tacoma Killer. Alessia loved it.

Letting her go Happy let Gemma, Tia, and a very much starting to show Susan take Alessia from him to look at her ring and ask her questions. He turned to Clay who shook his hand and congratulated him, followed by Jax and then Bobby. Seeing Opie in the corner looking pissed only made Happy smile more, she was his now. They were getting married and his child was growing inside her. Opie couldn't do shit.

She waited for the breakfast to finish, everyone heading out to their cars. They had all come to congratulate her and hug her. Telling her she was a lucky girl. Looking at Happy she smiled before stepping outside to call her father with the good news. Standing on the side of the building, waiting for her father to answer, she watched a silver car roll into TM. Hearing it go to voicemail she hung up and watched the car park, not thinking anything of it. Pocketing her phone she was about to start walking back for the club door when she watched Ima get out of the car. Stopping and turning, she walked right to her as she blonde put her hand on her hip.

"No one invited you here bitch. Family only, so that excludes the club cumrags." Alessia spat at her, crossing her arms. "I suggest you and your fake fucking tits get back in the car before I have someone help you."

"Excuse me? Who the fuck do you think you are? You left bitch, remember?" Ima said, taking her hand off her hip to walk right up into Alessia's face. "Who do you think's been in his bed while you were gone, making sure his needs were taken care of? Me honey. Why do you run along back to daddy's house ok?" She finished, stepping back to watch Alessia as her face dropped.

Feeling the rage take over, Alessia started to reach her hand out to slap the whore. Before it could make contact she watched Ima reach into her purse and pull a small silver gun. Noting the little pink and white cartoon cat faces on it, she dropped her hand and began to laugh.

"Is that a fucking Hello Kitty pistol?" Alessia began to laugh harder, not being able to contain it, she raised her left hand over her mouth to try and stifle it. She laughed looking at Ima stand there in her white heels, white short shorts, light blue tube top, and shiny blue jacket as she held this small Hello Kitty plastered pistol. Was she trying to look menacing? Out of nowhere Ima stepped forward, pointing the gun right into her face, making her instantly stop laughing. Ima was looking at the beautiful ring on her finger. "Oh you like? Happy asked me to marry him this morning."

Letting go of the pistol with one hand, she closed the small gap between them, and drove her fist straight into Alessia's lower abdomen. "We'll see for how long bitch. He wants me." She said, straightening herself as she watched the dark haired woman clutched her stomach and fall to the ground. Kicking her heel out as Alessia rolled to get up, she kicked her hard in the stomach, making her fall again. "And for reference, I like Hello Kitty, bitch. This isn't over."

Ooooooooo

Gemma walked out of the club with some of her dishes, going to put them in the back of her car as she noticed a silver car speeding out of the lot. Taking a few steps forward the dishes fell from her hands as she saw Alessia trying to stand up, blood starting to slowly soak her lower dress.

"Somebody help me!" She screamed over her shoulder as she took off running towards Alessia. Pulling her into her arms, letting her collapse as she grabbed her stomach, watching the trickle of blood down her inner thigh. "What the fuck happened Allie?"

"Ima. She pulled a fucking gun on me then punched me in the stomach." She cried.

"That fucking gash." Gemma spat, lifting one of Alessia's arms around her shoulder to help her walk. Seeing Filthy Phil standing at the door Gemma shouted out, "Don't just stand there! Open the fucking door you fat fuck. Go find Tara."

"When I tried to get up she kicked me in the stomach Gem, hard." Alessia looked up at her as Phil quickly opened the door for them, helping Gemma move Alessia, before running to the back hallway. Making sure she was sat down on the loveseat by the pool table comfortably, Gemma left her and ran to the guys meeting room. Crashing through the doors, they all turned to her, they had been mid-church.

"Not now Gem." Clay boomed angrily, taking a puff of a cigar.

"Actually right now Clay." Gemma said angrily. "That fucking blonde gash just paid a visit to Alessia." She said, hearing Phil and Tara come running from the back hall. "Bitch got her pretty good." She said before watching them all jump to their feet and turning to Happy. "She's bleeding pretty bad."

Alessia's scream interrupted them. Running out into the bar they all sucked in their breath at the sight before them. Tara was cradling a sobbing Alessia as blood soaked her lower half. Looking up into Happy's worried eyes as he ran forward, followed by the rest of the club, Tara shook her head negatively.

"We need to get her into St. Thomas. Now." Tara said, letting Happy scoop Alessia up. He ran through the bar and out of the front door, the club fast on his heels. Laying her crying body in the back of Tara's car, he closed the door and turned to Tara.

"Watch her." He said, rage boiling. He turned, not hearing a word being said to him as he climbed onto to his bike. He was going to kill that fucking blonde whore. Pulling on his helmet, he watched Tara's car pull out followed by Gemma's. Starting it up he watched the rest of the club climb on their bikes nodding at him. They would go to the hospital and watch over her while he handled business.

ooooooooo

Stopping at the stop sign by the studio, he saw Jax and Opie pull up beside him. Giving him a look, Jax pulled forward and headed for the parking lot. He stared at Opie. A look went between them, saying that they would work together on this before they started forward to join Jax. Parking his bike Happy saw a group of scantily clad women smoking by the back door. His eyes locked on Ima. Quickly getting off his bike, followed by Opie and Jax, he made his way to her.

"Baby, you didn't have to come see me at work." She said huskily as she wrapped her arms around him. Making sure that Opie and Jax had made the other girls go inside and had blocked the door, Happy looked down at her.

"You want to pull a gun on my pregnant fiancé?" He leaned down and whispered in her ear. He grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, pulling her away from him. "You want to assault my pregnant fiancé?" He spat, throwing her face first to the ground. "You obviously want to die." He said, pulling his gun from its holster. Before he could pull the trigger, Jax stepped in the way.

"This isn't what we do Hap." Jax said, grabbing the front of the gun and lowering it.

"She killed my unborn child Jax!" He screamed.

"We don't know that yet Hap!" He yelled back.

"Did you see all the fucking blood Jax! Aint no way." He tried to pull his gun back up.

"Step back Hap. You need to think."

Growling, he lowered the gun, Feeling every muscle in his body tense, he looked down at the crying blonde on the ground who was holding her face. He wanted to kill this fucking whore.

"Run." Was all he said before turn turning and walking to his bike. Trying not to let himself go back and plug a few rounds into the bitch's skull, he holstered his weapon and climbed on his bike.

"You better hope he never finds you. Get the fuck out of this town, whore." Jax spat, nodding to Opie that it was over and that they could leave. He could see that Opie wanted to strangle the bitch. "Let's go Opie."

Walking back to their bikes Jax noticed that Happy was already gone. Sighing, he turned to Opie, seeing the hurt in his best friend's eyes. They were all angry at what had happened to Alessia, but Opie was taking it almost as hard as Happy.

"You going to tell me what's up?" Jax asked, securing his helmet.

"Just angry like you brother." He replied, lowering his sunglasses and putting on his helmet.

"Cut the shit Ope. I've known you too long and can tell when something aint right." Jax told him, starting up his bike. "Let me know when you want to talk. I'm heading over St. Thomas to check on Allie."

Opie watched him take off, knowing that Jax wouldn't let this go. Starting up his bike, he began the short journey to the hospital. Driving up the street he thought about Alessia. He had never truly gotten over her leaving and was damn sure not ok with her relationship with Happy. After Donna left, he had a lot more time to think about that and think about a way to win her back. He had to admit, his heart had sank that morning when he watched Happy propose to her. He had seen his chance slip away with her one word of "yes'. He didn't know what to do now. He knew she was going to need some time after today to get right and knew he would be right there if she needed him. Pulling into St. Thomas, Opie tried to prepare himself for the news that he knew was coming. Sighing, he walked through the sliding glass doors.

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