A Second Chance Ch. 15

CHURCH

Exhaling a cloud of smoke, Jax looked around the table, he knew that Juice was the only one that knew what transpired the night before, and instead of being able to welcome home his brother from his honeymoon, he was about to drop a fucking bomb on the guy. Taking a moment to formulate his thoughts, it was in that moment, he could almost understand why his father went off the rails, running an MC isn't for the weak or sensitive.

Perhaps if he didn't have Luna, he would have stepped down and let someone else deal with all this bullshit, but as he looked around the table, he knew it had to be him, he'd have the ability to lead them into a nice balance of outlaw and just biker.

Turning his eyes to Juice, seeing him nod, at least that was one less thing that they had to worry about, this asshole inadvertently causing issues with FEDs. Clearing his throat, he turned to Happy, "Luna told me that she spoke to you about what transpired at the house."

Happy could feel his temper rising, that dude had some serious balls to come knocking on his door for his wife. Feeling his jaw tick, Happy just nodded, "Yeah." What else was there to say?

Sighing, "Last night, Juice called me, seems like dipshit actually attempted to google rival MCs for the SONs"

Slamming his hand on the table, his eyes turning to Juice, "WHY didn't you call me?" he barked out. Why would he bother the President with some bullshit that he could handle on his own?

Juice couldn't help but flinch, everyone knew that Happy was the most violent of them, and while he trusted him not to purposely harm him, this was his wife, so all bets were off.

Jax could understand, he'd be pissed if someone ran to teacher for his business, but in this case they needed to work smarter. "Hey, that was my call."

Happy turned his attention to his President and friend, a little surprised that Jax would do that, "Why?" he growled out.

"He's not some banger, that lives a high-risk life, he told dozens of people where he was going and why, if something happened to him, even if he just disappeared, it would bring heat to the club." Killing his cig, he looked up at the table, "We all worked our asses off this last year, to not only bring more money in, legit and guns, to have some yuppie put us back in the crosshairs."

He wasn't wrong, and while Happy would love nothing more than to remove his fucking tongue, with Jax at the head of the table, they were making more money, and keeping themselves from going to jail. "He's coming after my wife; I can't let that go." As much as he was willing to adapt, he was still an outlaw and a killer.

"You're going to meet him as a potential solution to his problems," smirking at is face. "He has no idea who you are, nor what you look like." Turning towards the table, seeing that everyone was a little intrigued, leaning forward, "Your job is to get him to confess to his crime, once we know exactly what he has planned, our Irish friends that owe a favor will take care of him the moment he lands in back East, he becomes a statistic for Jersey, and we are cleared."

He hated the idea of having anyone else handle his business, but as much as he wanted to be the one to rip out his eyes, his loyalty to his wife and wanting to enjoy his life with her trumped one dipshit. Rubbing his head, he turned to Juice, "Set it up."

Looking up to Jax, "I'm trusting you Pres, but if this backfires, and he comes after her, I'm going to handle it my way."

Banging the gavel, "Sounds perfectly fair to me." Turning his eyes to the table, "Let's get this shit finished."

END CHURCH

Sitting in the café of the hospital, Liz couldn't help but smile, while everything with Mark was some bullshit, she was married to a man that loved her more than anything else on the planet, who even with his rough exterior treated her as though she was his equal. Munching on a carrot, her mind seemed to race towards the future, and what that mean for them. The image of a little mini-Happy danced in her head, it was a stark contrast of the future she once imagined with Mark.

In the past, when she thought that he was her end game, the idea of him being the father of their kids it never really sat well, she knew that he would have financially provided for the kid, he wasn't the kind of man that would get dirty and play. Happy, on the other hand, anytime that Abel was around, he turned into a big kid, hell, he even took him to a park once or twice.

That was all she really needed to know, he would be an active participant in raising their kid, while Mark would have expected her to do it alone. Sighing, that was the difference between a man and a boy pretending to be a man, one would sacrifice everything, the other would put on a good front, but at the end of the day just be playing house.

"Lizzy?"

Snapping her eyes to the sound of his voice, Liz couldn't believe he had the balls to come here, "What are you doing here?" she barked. Quickly standing up, wanting to put some space between them, her eyes finding a security officer walking around the corner

Mark took her in, she looked the same, from her hair to her scrubs, it was comforting to see that she wasn't completely different. Taking a step towards her, frowning when she moved away, "I'm here for you." He said, doing his best to keep sadness in his voice.

Flinching at the thought, "Well, you've wasted your time," holding up her left hand, "happily married. So, you can go now."

Growling out, "So, it's true, your bitch of a friend wasn't just saying that to piss me off?!" His voice raising.

Smirking at his face, "No, why would she need to lie?" Seeing Vinny heading this way, "Vincent, can you please escort Mr. Phillips off property, he's on the verge of harassing me." Turning her attention back to Mark who was shaking, "Go now, before I call the cops and file a former complaint, God forbid your bosses find out their junior partner has been arrested for harassment."

Hissing out, yanking his arms out of the security's hand, "Fine, we'll deal with this later." Turning on his heels, he marked straight to his car. As he slammed the door, he knew that the contact he made last night was his plan B, but it was clear that woman was going to fight him every step of the way, so perhaps it would just be best if she had an accident.

Reaching into her pocket, as much as she wanted to head home, but she couldn't just walk out, rubbing the back of her neck, she knew now that he approached her at her job, Mark sealed his fate. Perhaps before if he just went back to NJ, Happy would let this go, but now if he wasn't skinned alive, that would be a miracle.

Hitting send, Liz made her way up to the L&D floor, figuring that if she was busy, she'd be less likely to find an excuse to leave and beat his ass herself.

Happy felt his prepaid, putting down the wrench, figuring that Red was just checking in. Lighting his cig, his eyes pulled up the messages, immediately tossing his cig down, he went hunting for Jax. Pushing his way into the clubhouse, he found a few croweaters lounging about, "OUT NOW!" he barked out.

Jax turned around, his eyes finding his SGT shaking with anger, looking at the whores, "YOU HEARD HIM OUT!"

Opie followed them to the door, locking it behind them. Leaning against the door, his eyes turned Happy, whatever set him off, it was going to bad, and her was certain that it had to do with his wife, and Mark.

Standing up, Jax stood in front of his enforcer, "What happened?"

Feeling his body starting to shake, "HE approached her at work!" Doing everything he could to keep from yelling at his President.

Inhaling deeply, Jax looked around the room, "JUICE, get it set up now," looking over at Phil, today was his last day as a prospect, "You follow him, report everything to the secure line you see." Looking at the rest of the guys, "No one comes near our family, no one."

Grabbing his phone, he sent a text to his wife, while he still wanted to gut the bastard, he was going to give his club a chance to handle this shit without causing more issues down the line. Finding Jax looking up at him, "I'm trusting you with my wife." Heading towards the bar, he sat down and poured himself a shot of whiskey, needing something to ease the tension that was building in his body.

Hours later, Juice came running out of his dorm, quickly searching the clubhouse, pleased to see that the only people inside were his brothers. "He made contact, and I've set up a meeting tonight just outside of Oakland." Looking up at Happy, "You want to do this, or do you want to send someone else?"

Getting off the couch, Happy rolled his shoulders, "Send me the address." Turning towards Jax, "I can do this, without drama."

Rubbing his beard, "OK, He's seen me, Ope, Otto, and Juice." Taking a second to really think, "Bobby, you tag along, I want eyes on this shit head at all times." Hearing the door open, his eyes found his wife walking in with Liz, "No colors, blend in."

Liz could see that they were about to head out, making her way towards her husband, wrapping herself around his waist, "Is everything OK?"

Happy looked down at his beautiful wife, his hands gently rubbing her back, "Yeah, everything is good Red." Seeing Juice indicate that they needed to head out. "Jax will give you the run down, I'll be back soon baby." Placing a swift kiss on her lips, he let his thumb lightly touch her cheek, "I love you."

Standing still as she watched him, and Bobby head out the clubhouse, turning to see her friend holding onto her husband, and Gemma being held by Clay. "Please tell me what the hell is happening."

Jax nodded, "Let's head to Church." As much as he trusted the people in the room, there was no way he was going to discuss this in such an open room.

Liz followed behind him, she watched as he shut the doors as she walked through, taking a seat, Jax sitting next to her, "How bad?" worried that Hap was about to head out of a long ride, and he'd be gone for a long time.

Exhaling slowly, "OK, Juice set traps on Marks phone, so anything he attempted to look up, would come to our secure server, didn't need his ass ending up on a some watch list." Seeing her tense, "I guess after his little visit to you, he contacted a 'hitman' that Juice was posing as, Happy is going to pretend to be that man, get all the information from him, and if it works out right, send Mark home to NJ and our Irish friends on the East handle him."

Blinking rapidly, that was a lot of information to process, "So, if everything goes right, he becomes NJ problem, leaving the SONs out of it, and me from being a suspect?" Trying to make sure she understood how it was all supposed to come together.

"Yea, exactly." Pulling out a cig, his eyes darting to the door, the laughing from the other side brought a smile to his face. "The Irish are going to make it appear as a mugging gone wrong, Juice found that on Thursday nights he heads down towards a not so nice part of the city, so he will just be a statistic."

Exhaling deeply, Liz really took a moment to come to grips, regardless of anything else, Mark was not going to have a long life. Letting her hand come to rest on his, "Is there anything that you or the club needs me to do at this time?"

Shaking his head, "No, this plan keeps everyone out of the crosshairs, and that is the most important thing. He's just a yuppie coming to play in the world he knows nothing about, no payback is needed." Moving to stand, "However, until he is dealt with, you know your old man is going to be a little protective, so don't give him too much shit."

Grabbing the door, Liz couldn't help but laugh, "Because I adore you, and love him, I'll consent to some caveman behavior."

Luna watched as Jax titled his head back and laugh, she knew everything that was coming down the pipe, and she was thrilled to see that she was taking it so well. Not that she was worried that she had feelings for the man, but she spent a few years with the man, it might be a lot to process.

Making her way over, she pulled Liz into a hug, "You good?"

Placing a kiss on her cheek, "You know it moonbeam." Looking around the room, her eyes settled on every member, "I hope you all know; I love you guys." Her eyes locking on Gemma, "Until I met you guys, my only real family was Luna, so thank you."

Gemma stepped out of Clay's arms, wrapping herself around her second daughter, "You're most welcome baby. We are family, and we protect our own." While the outlaw life was hard, complicated, and sometimes bloody, but the one thing that was across the board, family meant the world.

Looking around the clubhouse, she really understood what that meant, there wasn't man or woman that was considered family that Liz wasn't willing to die to protect. Making her way towards the bar, figured that she'd have a few drinks with her family, at least for a little while, and she knew that Neeta was sitting with Marie.

Happy stared at the bar, his body was almost trembling with rage, just inside those doors was the man that thought he had a right to his wife. If it wasn't for his trust in Jax, he'd put a bullet into this head now, thus ending the problem. However, for short term relief, could cause long term issues, and if he was a single man, he'd deal with the heat, but he had his wife to think about and there was no way that he would do anything to cause her problems.

Bobby could see that he was on edge, "You good brother?"

Sighing, "No." Letting his eyes stare blankly at the building, frowning as his eyes spotted the car, "he came after my wife man."

He could understand, as much as Bobby hated his ex, even now, if someone threatened her in anyway he'd shoot them in in the balls. "I hear you, but if we do this right, he's not a problem for her or you."

Hitting the side of the truck, he understood all of that, but it was hard to separate what the club needed, verses what he wanted as such a primal being. "I get that," his eyes never leaving that shitheads car, "but somewhere deep inside me, needs to be the one to put a bullet in him."

Bobby exhaled some smoke, "Hap, you and I both know, if he would have disrespected her, or the club as a whole and we needed to send a message, you'd be tapped for it, but this bullshit isn't about sending a message, this is just about making a problem go away. What's more important to you, your need for blood or keeping us out of the line of fire."

Stroking his long beard, "You know, either way, I'm with you, and I'll stand with you when Jax looses his shit." While he was a loyal solider to his club, he knew that his brother in this moment needed to know that someone would have his back if he wanted to do it his way.

Hearing that, Happy couldn't help but snort, "Thanks bro." Jumping out of the truck, taking a deep breath, "As much as I want to beat his face in with hammer, I'm just going to go in there, get what we need, and send his dumbass home. Let him be someone else's problem."

Turning on his heel, Happy marched himself into the bar, it made it easier on him knowing that his bar was secured by the Mayans, at least there would be know one there that would rat and put them together.

Bobby watched as Happy made his way inside, pulling out his gun, he put a bullet in the chamber, while he trusted Happy to make the right call, he was always going to be prepared. Sending a quick text through the secure line, figured letting them know it was starting.

Mark looked around the dingy bar, his eyes taking in everything and everyone, why would anyone choose this life? But who was he to judge, he was here because he needed to have someone killed and there was no way he was going to risk getting caught. Plus, the thought of seeing any type of blood made him want to throw up.

Right now though, he was doing his best not to look around too much, but he was starting to get anxious, what if he was being set up? Taking a sip of his scotch, at least this place had fairly decent liquor, because there was no way that he could get through this with just a beer.

Looking at the bar tender, indicating for her to get him another, he felt a body sit next to him, tilting his head slightly, he practically gasped at the man next too him. Tall, Spanish, heavily tattooed, including what looked like his skull, but it was the deep dark eyes that had him swallowing.

Happy had to keep himself from grabbing him by the neck and slamming his face into the bar, but instead, he took in the man's appearance. Man was maybe 5'10, dirty blonde hair, typical white boy haircut, and baby blue eyes staring back at him. Snorting a bit, it was a wonder his girl went from yuppie to outlaw, perhaps when he got home tonight, he'd asked her that.

Taking the drink from his hand, chuckling a bit as he looked like he was about to piss himself, "Mark?" he growled out.

Swallowing spit, all he could do was nod, sparing a glance around the bar, not wanting to be overheard. "Yes, are you the 'fixer'? he asked him.

Happy wanted to roll his eyes, Juice was obviously messing with the guy, "Yeah." Downing the rest of the scotch, "What exactly do you need fixed?" His eyes taking in every movement, the man was so scared that he would almost bolt if he got spooked.

"My ex, she betrayed me by marrying some biker, instead of coming home." Pulling out a picture of Lizzy, it was when they first met, while he didn't want to part with the picture, perhaps it was time to acknowledge that she was with another man, and while he wouldn't get to keep her as his, neither would her new husband.

Snatching the picture out of his hand, Happy looked down at it, a small smile spread across his face, based on the picture, she was just starting college, her smile radiating off her. Beautiful, as always. "She's hot, why aren't you just trying to fuck her?"

Huffing a bit, "She's a whore, why would I want damaged goods, but I can't let her get away with embarrassing me." Looking over his shoulder, pleased to see that no one else has entered, so at least the man was on his own. "Do you want the job or not?" he snapped.

Slamming his hand down, Happy couldn't help but chuckle as he jumped, "Listen, preppy boy," looking around, knowing that is what he was expecting him to do, lifting his shirt, smirking as his eyes landed on the bunch of smiley faces, "I don't have issues, I need half up front, half when the job is complete."

17, there were 17 smiley face tattoos on this man's hips, holy shit he was a real killer, never in his life had he knowingly had a real conversation with a killer. Feeling a little excited, Mark didn't even question it, reaching into his pocket, sliding 5 grand in the envelope towards him. "When will you do it?"

Putting the envelope into his jeans, Happy could feel his heart pounding, this was almost done. "When you're back home." Seeing that he was about to protest, "Look pretty boy, if you're in the same city as your ex, don't you think her sudden death would fall onto you?" Locking eyes with his blue ones, Happy could see that while he didn't like the idea, he was really thinking.

Mark wasn't sure if he could trust the man, but he was right, any cop worth their badge would find it suspicious that an ex just happened to be here, then she just died. He also showed up to her house, and job, people had seen him. Rubbing his face, "Fine, I will text you when I land, then you do it."

Moving to stand, "I'd really like it to be as bloody and messy as you can, her body should be left somewhere to be displayed." Leaning forward, "There'll be an extra 5 grand if you rape her too."

Happy clenched his hands, his fingers holding onto the envelope, hoping that it would keep him from ripping out the man's spine. No fucking way he'd allow anyone else kill this bastard, if Juice didn't intercept his search, he would have sent a man not only to kill his fucking wife, but rape her, no this fucking kill was his.

Standing up, Happy saw the man cower at his size and under his stare, "Don't you worry, you'll hear her screaming." Pointing to the door, "Leave now, I expect to hear from you in a few days, if not, I will find you instead, cause I don't leave any witness or get played, you understand?"

Shaking in fear, "Yes, of course." Looking at his watch, "I have a flight leaving from Oakland in a couple hours, I'm heading to the airport now." With a final look, Mark made his way to his rental, feeling a little lighter since coming to the shithole town.

Happy watched him practically skip out of the bar, his eyes following him until the door shut. Tossing a $100 on the counter, his eyes falling onto the bartender, he knew that she was under Marcus's control, "You didn't see shit or no shit, got me?"

Making his way outside, he could see Bobby waving him over, jumping into the truck, "He's gonna die, like a lot."

Inhaling deeply, sending Jax a text that they needed to meet in Church, he could see that Hap was vibrating. Hearing the beep of the response, Bobby made his way out towards the clubhouse, "We are heading to Church as soon as we hit the lot, so you only have to explain what happened once."

This is what truly made Bobby special, he could read a room better than most people, taking cig out of his pack, Happy pulled a huge drag into his lungs. Staring out into darkness, Happy planned down to the smallest detail of how and what he was planning on doing with that bastard, as each mile passed by the more bloody and violent it got.

Liz found herself laying in bed, her eyes watching the ceiling above her, the spinning of the blades put her in a light trance. Sighing, while her life wasn't as complicated as Luna's had been, she couldn't help but feel as though she was too much of a problem.

Hearing the door slam, she reached into her the nightstand, grabbing her .22, tossing the sheets off her body, Liz slowly crept out to the living room, keeping the gun level. Peering around the corner, she found her husband drinking a beer "Hey, are you good?" she asked him.

Placing the beer down, Happy walked over to his wife, tossing her over his shoulder, "I can't be gentle Red." He said, his voice holding all his aggression.

Letting out a little yelp as he tossed her onto the bed, Liz found herself staring up at him, his body was trembling. Without saying another word, she quickly slipped off his t-shirt that she was wearing, her hands slipping down to her panties, tossing them off in the corner. Spreading her legs, knowing that he wanted to see her, "Tell me what you need, Happy."

Looking down at her, Happy could feel his cock starting to leak, "On your knees!" He barked out.

Rolling onto her knees, Liz lifted her hips and kept her chest on the mattress, spreading her legs a bit further, turning her head, she waited for him, her pussy was starting to drip with anticipation.

Stepping towards her body, Happy could only groan at the sight before him, lifting his hand up he swiftly brought it down on her ass cheek, enjoying how it echoed into the room. Lining his cock up to her pussy, Happy slammed himself deep, her scream driving him harder into her body.

"Fuck, Red, so perfect." Setting a brutal rhythm, Happy needed to dominate her, the primal part of his brain needed his mate to know that she belongs with him and only him.

Biting down on the pillow, Liz couldn't help but scream into the damn thing, he fucked her roughly before, but this was almost too much, and yet her body screamed out for more. Fisting the sheets, Liz could feel her pussy starting to shake, her body was so close to the fucking edge, it wouldn't take long before she fell over it.

Turning her head slightly, "Happy, please, I need to cum." Her voice strained.

Happy lifted his hand up again, bringing it down hard on her ass cheek, smirking as his handprint started to form, "That's right baby, you can cum on your cock!" Placing his hand on the back of her neck, Happy pounded her pussy as hard as he could, his balls tightening, sparing a glance down, he could see her ass turning pink with the force of his hips, it only served to excite him more.

Liz bit her cheek, as much as she wanted to scream, she refused to have Marie come running in her. "Happy," she pleaded. Clenching her fists, Liz felt a tsunami unleash in her body, closing her eyes, she couldn't do anything but feel, using her pussy muscles, she squeezed him for everything she was worth, wanting him to fall off the edge with her. "Cum baby, cum in your pussy."

Groaning out, Happy almost blacked out as her pussy clenched, feeling his cum leave his body was an almost an out of body experience. "Fuck RED!" Slowly stroking himself, wanting to leave every drop of his cum deep inside of her body.

Losing his balance, Happy fell to the side, his cock deep inside her, he knew that they just got married, but he was more than ready or her to get knocked up with their first kid. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, he placed a kiss on her neck.

"Red, I will be flying out tomorrow night, Oswald has plane heading to Newark, I'll be home the next night." Hoping that she understood what he was saying.

Inhaling deeply, Liz wrapped her arms around his, "Just be safe." While she wanted to go with him, she knew that it wasn't a smart plan. Closing her eyes, she let herself drift to sleep, regardless of what he was, he was still her husband, and she loved him that much more knowing that he was going to be the one to bring this bullshit to an end.

Pulling her closer to his chest, Happy was thrilled that she didn't ask a million questions or even ask him not to go, she knew him better than anyone ever could or would.