DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sons of Anarchy or any of its characters or ideas, sadly they belong to the brilliant mind of Kurt Sutter, but I wouldn't mind sharing ;) I only own my original character Rayne and anything that seems out of place. Reviews are appreciated, but I will warn you that I don't take kindly to being attacked, I will be a bitch. Thank you for taking the time to read my story and I hope you like it.
First and foremost I want to apologize to my readers for not updating in three years. Knowing what happens to Jax at the end made me so depressed that I lost all desire to continue the story. But over the holidays I realized that this is fanfiction, meaning I do not always have to stick to canon. So I am back with a renewed vigor and just a heads up, the end of this story will differ from the show.
Now there will be TRIGGER WARNINGS for this chapter including explicit sexual content, BDSM and as always people may die. So please read at your own discretion.
Without further adieu here is the continuation of SOA, I hope this chapter does not disappoint.
TRIGGER WARNINGS - EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT/BDSM
"It's hard not to hate. People, things, institutions. When they break your spirit and take pleasure in watching you bleed hate is the only feeling that makes sense. But I know what hate does to a man. Tears him apart. Turns him into something he's not. Something he promised himself he'd never become. That's what I need to tell you. To let you know how hard I'm trying not to cave under the weight of all the awful things I feel in my heart. Sometimes my life feels like a deadly balancing act. What I feel slamming up against what I should do. Impulsive reactions racing to solutions, miles ahead of my brain. When I look at my day, I realize that most of it was spent cleaning up the damage of the day before. In that life, I have no future. All I have is distraction and remorse. I buried my best friend three days ago, and as cliché as this sounds, I left a part of me in that box. A part I barely knew. A part I'll never see again. Every day is a new box, boys. You open it, you take a look at what's inside. You're the one who determines if it's a gift or a coffin."
Jax looks up from his desk as there's a knock on the door, he looks over his shoulder to Bobby. "You ready to do this?"
"Yeah." Jax nods standing up his pockets his book he was writing in and hands the papers on his desk to Bobby.
The two meet up with Chibs in the parking lot and take off riding to a diner in town where the new Mayor is having breakfast. The three walk up to his booth and take a seat across from him.
"Mr. Mayor. Do you mind if we join you?"
Jacob Hale sighs knowing it was a rhetorical question. "I was just reading an article on these, uh, home invasion attacks. People are very scared."
"Mm. I don't blame them."
"Most think it's tied to the, uh, "criminal element" here in Charming." He smirks looking at them in turn.
"The city council?" Bobby jokes.
"What do you want from me?"
"There is a commercial building you own, out on Castle Road, Morada border." Jax informs him.
"Old Elks Lodge."
"That's right. We know it's been vacant for over a year. We'd like to lease it."
"Automotive?"
"Not exactly." Chibs chimes in from the counter where he sits sipping on his coffee.
"Escort service." Jax clarifies.
Jacob laughs as though he couldn't believe it. "You're kidding me? You-you-you think I'm going to let you set up a prostitution ring in one of my properties?"
"Very legit. Our partner has all the permits and licenses." Bobby assures the Mayor.
"Good for him. And there are lots of other "very legit" properties to rent."
"We like being in business with people we know." Jax states.
"Forget it. Never gonna happen."
"It's unfortunate about Charming Heights." Jax says pulling out a few papers and handing them over. "Minutes from the last six city council meetings. It's not looking good for your dream project. First you lost your investors, now there's a motion before council to revert the land back to agriculture. It's all gonna go away. That vote happens soon, right?"
"Next week."
"Well, according to the preliminaries, you're gonna be one vote shy of holding onto that land."
"I have poured my life's blood into this project, and I'm not gonna let you sabotage it."
"You're missing the point here, Mayor. I know how important Charming Heights is to you. To this town. We're gonna make your dream come true. I'll be in touch."
Riding through this world all alone God takes your soul You're on your own The crow flies straight a perfect line On the devil's bed Until you die Gotta look this life in the eye
The trio returns back to the clubhouse and convenes in church with the others as Jax goes over the news for the day. "All right. Meeting's all set with Gaalan and the cartel. Finally get this big gun deal locked down. Make green and brown happy."
"It's currently black that concerns me." Clay interjects once again throwing shade onto Jax.
"Everyone else, too." Frankie adds. "People putting this home invasion shit on the club."
"Yeah, locals are very skittish, man." Gogo adds.
"We can't control what people think. Charming's love and hate swings back and forth on us. It always has." Jax reminds them.
"Be aware, son. As long as these attacks keep happening, that hate swings that far out may never get the love back."
Tig has had enough of Clay's and his cronies bullshit as well. "You guys are all full of shit. Town knows these attacks are not on us."
"You calling us liars, Tiggy?" Frankie snaps.
"Well-"
Chibs interjects, "No, no, what he's saying is-"
"Well-"
"-you, you, and you don't know shit about our town." Chibs finishes.
"Know Roosevelt's gonna be up our ass." Gregg pipes up from the back.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP! ALL OF YOU!" Rayne yells slamming her hands down on the table. "I am so fucking sick of you trying to undermine Jax at every turn Clay. He's our President, not you. Fucking sack up and deal with it."
"Don't fucking speak to him like that bitch." Frankie growls from her left.
"Bitch?" Rayne asks giving a scoff. "Motherfucker you're so far up his ass I'll bet you breathe out of that hose too. If the three of you would climb off Clay's dick for a minute, you might realize that you have no fucking clue what kind of man he really is."
"Better watch your fucking mouth Princess."
She turned slowly raising her eyebrows as she matched stares with Clay. "Or what? What will you do Clay? Beat me like you did Gemma? Or have me killed like you did Donna? You better bring a fucking army with you when you do old man, because I promise that what I did to O'Neill will look like child's play next to what I do to you."
Remembering how she carved O'Neill up like a turkey Clay chose to keep his mouth shut; he'd deal with her when he was able to do so.
Jax however sat watching his best friend intently with a smirk, he knew she wouldn't be afraid of Clay forever; and he appreciated her never waving support of him. He cleared his throat bringing attention back to him. "I'm sitting down with Pope as soon as he's back in town. If it's black, it'll stop. End of discussion."
"It ain't the attacks we should be worried about, boys. It's the coke mule. We gotta figure out that endgame." Chibs then added bringing up their real issue.
"He's right."
"So you want out?" Frankie asked making sure his tone didn't upset the Princess.
"I want to stay alive." Chibs states. "We're down three brothers since this started."
"Maybe you forgot about that little truck-burning incident happened out on 108?" Tig reminds them.
"Look, business with the cartel does bring in a lot of cash." Jax says trying to diffuse the situation. "But it also brings in a lot of heat, man. We voted this in knowing it would be short-term. I'm also looking for other ways to earn. Steady cash without the risk."
"It's pink, wet, tastes like sunshine." Bobby cackled.
"Pussy." Happy stated giving Rayne a salacious wag of his tongue. She responded by raising her boot and kicking him in the arm playfully. "Stop eye-fucking me Lowman."
"Or-or Italian ice." Tig points out. "I'm okay with both." The others laugh knowing he'd take pussy over a dessert any day.
"Nero Padilla. Guy that gave us safe haven before we went to County. He's been running a legit escort service for five years. Recently got pushed out of Stockton due to our complication. He's looking for a new place to set up shop. I've made a deal with him. I'm gonna be his partner. We'll tap into Caracara, add some star power to his stable."
"What's that look like for the table?" Clay questions wondering if they get a piece of the pie.
"Right now, I'm fronting the merger, but I want this to be a club business."
"You trust this guy?"
"I do. He's straight up about profit."
"What kind of money is it?" Phil asks.
"It ain't as lucrative as hauling coke. But it'll keep us comfortable."
"And out of Fed crosshairs." Bobby comments.
"When it's up and running, take a look. You guys want in, we'll vote it."
"Why wait? Let's vote it now." Clay offers catching Jax off guard.
"All right. Everyone in favor of moving into the companion business, yea." Jax says. A chorus of yea's go up signaling everyone's agreement. "Good. We'll figure out percentages when I nail shit down with Nero." He slams the gavel ending the meeting. He stays behind as the others file out, looking curiously at Clay. "Thought I'd get some resistance about Diosa."
"Why? Cause your new partner's bedding my wife?"
"That stops. It's wrong."
"Yeah, it is."
Jax and the others grab their gear and head out to the bikes for their meeting with Gaalan. Gemma approaches from the garage as Jax snubs out his cigarette. "Problem?"
"Not really. Uh— Just been trying to contact Nero. He's not picking up or returning."
"Don't get attached to that. He's business, not pleasure." Jax tells her as he mounts his bike and rides off with the group.
The group rolls up to the barn out in the woods, the riders dismounting their bikes whilst Juice drives up in the van with Clay. Knowing the oxygen would make him look weak, Clay takes the cannula off of his nose and tosses it onto the floor.
"Gonna be okay without it?" Juice asks him.
"Long as I don't have to dance. I'll be fine, Mom." Clay chides the young man as they climb out of the van and approach their associates. "Gaalan." Clay laughs as the two hug.
"Good to see you up and about, brother. How's your lung holding up?"
"Ah, I gotta cut back a little bit on the cigars, but, uh I'm still fit for combat."
"Aye." He glances over at Jax noticing the President patch on his cut. "Wasn't aware there was an election."
"Well, I figured with me down, it'd be a good time to move Jax up. Nothing changes with us, though."
"I hope that's true. Our seniority's earned, not sewn on with cheap thread." Gaalan snips sarcastically.
"Hey. We got some kind of beef, let's throw it on the table." Jax states stepping towards him.
"Don't be so sensitive, laddie."
"Grow some balls, you Irish prick. You got a problem with me, you tell me to my face."
"All right." The Irishman states as he walks over getting up in Jax' face. "I think you're arrogant, selfish, and explosive. Wreckage you caused in Belfast got a man of God and one of my dearest friends killed."
"You talking about the priest?"
"Aye. Kellan Ashby took me out of the streets of Armagh. Saved my life."
"Right. Gave you the Catholic blessing of the blood? Made you a gangster of Christ?" Gaalan grunts as he levels a punch across Jax' jaw sending him stumbling backwards. He holds up his arms holding his two men back letting them know he'd handle this himself.
"That's it! Now we're making progress." Jax bellows with a wicked grin as he rips off his cut and jacket handing them to Rayne. "Shut this Irish prick up." She tells him grinning.
"Take him out, Jax!"
"Come on, Jackie boy."
Jax tugs off his rings handing them off to Bobby as Gaalan strips off his shirt leaving his torso bare. He nails Gaalan with two shots to his face.
"Maybe you do have some Irish blood left in you, boy."
"Yeah? By the time I'm done, yours is gonna be in a puddle at your feet."
The two go blow for blow, Gaalan managing to bust Jax' left eyebrow open with two shots. As they brawl Romeo pulls up in his Hummer along with the box truck carrying the goods.
"Don't want to embarrass you in front of your little brown friends."
"They ain't my friends." Jax states as they circle one another. "But you want to stop, all you gotta do is lay down, old man."
"Hola Princessa." Romeo greets Rayne with a nod, she returns it as he passes by her and moves over to Clay. "I didn't know you were gonna have entertainment."
"Just a little Irish discussion." Clay assures him.
"Should I be worried?"
"Nah. It'll all end in Guinness and man-hugs."
Once the two were done beating the tar out of one another they called it square and got back to business. Rayne helped Jax slip back into his cut, then lightly cleaned the blood off of his face. "Gorgeous as always J." She said smiling before they made their way into the barn where Romeo was waiting for them.
"Trust you gentlemen worked things out." Romeo states.
"Right as rain." Jax confirms leaning up against a crate.
"Let's get to it." Gaalan says nodding in agreement.
"Whole payment for this shipment, half down on the next." Luis says placing a bag of money down onto another crate by Gaalan.
"We'll haul these back today. But we're gonna need a drop every two weeks."
"Yeah. We can make that work." Clay says nodding to Romeo.
"Us, too." Gaalan confirms.
"Good. Pon toda la droga!"
Chibs sidles up behind Jax speaking in a hushed tone. "Uncle Chucky made the delivery."
"Don't you want to check your hardware first?" Gaalan questions.
"I trust you."
"I insist. Open the door." Gaalan orders as he places a set of headphones on and gets behind the Gatling gun. As the door opens, he fires sending rounds piercing through the crew's bikes.
"You motherfucker!" Rayne screams in pure maliciousness as she sees her custom bike go up in flames. She fights against Happy's hold desperate to rip the Irishman to pieces; the killer had known she would try to maul the man and had acted quickly knowing it would be bad for business.
Beside her Chibs yells as he fights against Jax and Juice. "You filthy Irish pummil! It's gone!"
"Well, now you know what they can do." Jax snarks as he stares down Gaalan. "Way to close the deal, brother. We'll send you the bill for the bikes."
Still fuming Rayne jumped out of the van when they got back into town, ripping off her cut she threw it into the back nearly smacking Hap in the face with it. He got out chuckling as she paced the lot waiting for the others to exit the cage. "Belle, it's fine. We'll get you a new bike. Calm down babe."
As he expected she stopped pacing and whirled around to face him, flames dancing in her eyes as her fists clenched at her sides. "You wanna hit me? Make you feel better." He offered smirking.
Rayne pursed her lips. "Yeah." She said and a split second later her fist cracked across Happy's jaw.
The killer laughed running his tongue over the split in his lip. "Still angry?"
"Incredibly." She stated, but a smile played on her lips.
Happy smiled as he grabbed her by the arm and jerked her to him, laying a passionate kiss on her lips that left Rayne breathless. "You can take all your anger out on me tonight." He said with a wink.
Rayne leaned up on her toes and gently bit his lip causing him to hiss. "You're on beast."
"You two gonna fuck right here in the parking lot or can we go get this done?" Jax calls out as he leans against the building smirking.
"Blow me Jax." Rayne snarks as she walks past him slapping a hand into his stomach. "I better get an expensive fucking bike after all this."
The guys chuckled knowing their Princess' penchant for violence if she didn't get exactly what she wanted. The group entered the building where their target was passed out in a chair, Tig standing behind him.
"Fuck that is a biiig dude." Rayne commented as she saw the guy in the chair.
"How much did he eat?" Jax questioned Chucky on the loaded fudge he'd peddled off on the man.
"How much?" Tig said already knowing the answer.
Chucky laughed heartily. "All of it."
"Chucky and I think he actually licked the box." Tig laughed holding up the empty box.
"How long do we have?" Jax questioned.
"He's a big boy. Maybe like four hours?" Juice says judging how much tranquilizer he'd put into the mixture.
"You sure we want to do this? It's a risky bet on a horse we hate." Bobby asks. They were putting a hell of a lot of stock into Jacob Hale not fucking them over.
"Come on, man. This is for the long game, brother. First bite of the apples gotta be tasty." Jax reminds him.
Bobby shakes his head. "I hope you're right."
"Okay, boys."
"Come on." Tig says as they all maneuver over to grab the man.
Rayne sits crossways on Happy's lap laughing as Juice snaps photos on his camera of the man they'd drugged. They had stripped him bare, something Rayne would never be able to unsee, and put him in a leather thong, collar and a ball gag. Rayne had also clipped on nipple rings with chains just for posterity.
"Okay, get the face." Bobby said directing every shot as if he was Quentin Tarantino.
"And the nip ring." Rayne shouted proud of her contribution.
"Yes can't forget the nip ring. Thank you baby girl." Bobby stated pointing to her.
Chucky was keeping a watch out of the window when he suddenly stepped back. "We got something coming." He moved over opening the door just a little bit allowing the "woman" to peek her head in.
"Uh, Nero sent me?" The woman at the door said quietly in a thick southern accent. Chucky nodded ushering her inside where she saw the rest of the crew sitting around the office, however they all stood when she entered minus Happy who was quite comfortable where he was.
"Salutations, gentlemen." Her eyes lighting up as she saw Rayne, "And beautiful lady. Venus Van Dam, at your pleasure."
"Well hello Venus." Rayne said giving the woman a wink. Now Rayne had seen plenty of drag Queens and trans people in her lifetime, but she had never seen one that was this attractive. Her only discrepancy was the fact that this woman had a chest twice her size and she looked amazing. However her jealousy subsided when she saw the slack-jawed look on Tig's face as he devoured Venus with his eyes. Oh this would be interesting.
"Venus. Thanks for coming." Jax said greeting her.
"Not yet, baby." Venus replied. "You gotta eat dinner 'fore you get dessert. Is he dead? 'Cause I don't do dead."
"No, he's just fat." Chucky says completely missing that Venus was referring to the man's near dead prone body on the table.
"Nero explain the situation? I need to know what happens here stays here." Jax asks her.
"All my dates have that need, baby. But discretion ain't cheap."
"I was, uh, told $2,000."
"You were told right. That will do." She said taking the cash from Jax and placing it into her clutch purse. "My lips are sealed. Although I might open them up a little bit for you." The group laughed as she gave Jax a salacious wink, before she rounded the table to look upon her prey. "Mm. He has been spending a little too much time at the pie-eatin' table. What am I supposed to do with Shamu?"
"Um just ride him a little bit. A few other things. He won't remember anything." Jax assured her.
"Yes, but unfortunately I will." Venus said turning to look over her shoulder.
And that was when Rayne died, nearly tumbling off of Happy's lap in her laughter; when she caught sight of both Tig and Chucky staring at Venus' chest like it was their last supper.
"Powder room?" Venus asked.
"Yeah. It's-it's back here, beautiful. I can give you a hand." Tig stuttered.
"It's not gonna happen, tiger." Venus said drawing another uncontrollable laughing fit from Rayne. She took her bag from him and headed into the back; meanwhile Juice was giving a curious eye to Tig. "Really?"
Happy was starting to worry that his beauty was going to pass out as she had been laughing for over 30 minutes straight without taking a break to breathe. Venus had changed into a black latex suit and was currently on top of the man riding him for all he was worth as she moaned loudly. Juice was making his rounds snapping photos as the rest of the guys called out instruction like they were directing a porno.
"That's great, more of that." "Right on his face." "Like this? Ziggy, come on." "Reach around and tickle his balls. Yeah."
"Oh, that's fantastic." Jax compliments.
"I don't know if that's the right word." Juice comments.
"You got the face? It's no good without the face." Chucky points out to the camera man.
"I got it, I got it."
"Get all the Christian shit on the wall, too." Jax points out.
Rayne sees Happy and Chibs look at one another with the most absurd looks and she starts laughing even harder; between their awkward looks, Tig's obvious arousal and the boys directing traffic, she was liable to have a stroke any minute. But she'd die with a smile.
"Are you sure you can get rid of that tape?" Bobby asks looking over Juice's shoulder.
"That's Photoshop 101. Software I got? I can make this guy shit unicorns."
"There will be no shitting anything while I'm this close to that giant ass crack!" Venus hollers.
That was the straw that broke the camels back as Rayne finally collapsed to the floor beside Happy's chair; covering her face with her hands she tried taking deep breaths to calm herself, but it was so far failing.
Over by the window Chucky sees a shadow pass by and stop in front of the door. "Hey. You expecting somebody else?"
"All right. We got enough, let's wrap this up." Jax orders.
Chibs opens the door and grabs the young teen by his arm jerking him inside where Happy fists a hand in the kid's shirt. "Oh, shit! Hey, whoa!" The kid gives a nervous laugh as he sees the men surrounding him. Then he sees the guy on the table. "Oh, my God. What are you doing to Allen?"
"Charming Community Theater, baby." Venus coos.
"Yeah, right. I know who you guys are. You're Sons. Yeah, what, you guys drug him or something? Huh? Allen. Damn you dudes are totally blackmailing him."
"What do we do with this, Jackie?" Chibs questions.
Jax turns to the kid. "Who are you?"
"Devin Price, his stepson."
"Oh, Christ." Bobby groans.
The kid waves him off. "Nah, it's cool, man. We can work something out." He says taking out his cellphone.
"Work something out how?" Jax asks.
"Shit, man, ow!" Devin cries as Happy grabs him by the shirt and rips the phone from his hands. "What, dude? I just want to use this shit against him, too."
"I'm guessing you two aren't very close."
"Nah, he's a total dick, man."
"Ah!" Venus calls sharing a look with Jax, she has a plan. "How old are you, sugar?"
"Twenty-one."
"Mm. I do like 'em young and sweet."
"Shit. Dude, you're like, a dude." Devin exclaims.
"Why, didn't your daddy ever tell you never judge a book by its penis? Now have you ah." Venus gasps reaching down and grabbing the young man through his jeans. "Have you ever had your dick sucked by a Southern girl with a huge cock? Oh, baby, you are in for a treat. I will make you come so hard it'll make your grandmamma wet." She makes kissing sounds as she rubs Devin's face in between her tits.
"My grandmother's dead."
"Well, now you're catching on, young gun."
"Doesn't mean you're gay, man. We all been there." Jax says going along with Venus' ploy.
"What? - Really? - Yeah, sure." The teen says not believing it at all.
"Lot of cock." Juice states.
"Really?"
"Oh, yeah." Both Tig and Chucky agree.
"All you guys?"
"Two dicks." Chibs adds for himself.
"Yeah?"
"Slamming cock." Juice says nodding. Behind the guys Rayne is sitting on the floor next to the desk laughing once more. This just keeps getting better and better.
"All right." Devin laughs giving in. "Cool, let's do this."
"Pants off. Wrap this—" She takes off her scarf and loops it around his neck. "Ha, around your eyes. I like the element of surprise. Back there."
"Hell, yeah. This is awesome!" Devin says as he eagerly heads into the back office.
"You in for a treat, my boy." Jax tells him.
"Now I suggest you clean up Tubby while I get some photos of this disenchanted little boy." Venus tells the boys.
"That would be very helpful."
"Oh, I'm not about helping you, blondie. It's about my bottom line."
"I'll give you another grand."
"Two. Okie-dokie. You jealous, tiger?"
"Kind of." Tig admits.
"I know you are." Venus laughs as she heads into the back with her cell phone.
"All right, let's get orca back into insurance mode." Jax says. Rayne begins to calm down as she watches the guys straining to pick the white whale up once more.
Once the guys had gotten the man redressed and back into his chair, Bobby and Juice went over the photos while the others finished up. Venus strolled out of the back, now back in her regular clothing and hands her phone to Jax which held the photos she'd taken of the kid.
Jax can see the kid's mile wide grin as he walks out behind her. "You good?"
"Yeah, man. It was intense."
"So let me tell you what happens now. You go home, you tell no one about any of this."
"Of course, man."
"Cause if you do, your stepdad, he ain't gonna be the only one with a new photo album. Check it out." He says holding out the phone so the kid can see the photos. "Ooh. How would you like these bad boys blowing up your Facebook page?"
"Dude. Really?"
"Love is a fickle beast." Venus tells him.
"You understand?" Jax prods.
"Yeah, yeah, no, man. But I'm— I would never rat on you guys, man. I think the MC's awesome."
"Yeah, we are. All right." Jax says sarcastically.
"Yeah, no, I mean seriously. I'd like to, like, hang out with you guys sometime."
"Sure. Why not?" Bobby says smiling.
"Aye, absolutely." Chibs agrees. "Come by the clubhouse Saturday morning. You can clean the cum and the puke off the bathroom floor."
The crew laughs but the boy is awestruck at the offer. "That's so cool, man."
"Yeah. All right, get out of here." Jax says shoving the kid out the door. "Thank you, darlin'." He says turning back to Venus.
"Whenever y'all need a little Venus love, give me a call. I'm the belle who does not tell." She says planting a kiss on Jax' lips, she then turns to Rayne. "Sexy woman, you ever get tired of the testosterone you give me a call and we'll have some good ol' fashioned girl fun."
Rayne immediately glances to her left where Happy has her pegged with a look that clearly says 'I will fucking murder you!' Biting her lip she looks back to Venus with a wicked smile. "It's a date V."
The two lock lips for a short but passionate kiss that had all of the men in the room groaning, none of them expecting to be that turned on seeing their Princess making out with a she-boy. Venus then blows the rest of them a kiss before her eyes landed on Tig. "Good-bye, tiger." She then opens the door and sashays her way out making sure to grab his ass on the way.
"Come on. Let's get him to the desk." Juice says as they all start to push and pull the whale across the room.
Suddenly the dude wakes up and immediately lashes out at the first thing he sees, which happened to be Tig's ass that he latched onto with his teeth. "Aw, shit!" Tig curses as Happy knocks the man out again prompting him to release his bite. "Shit! Ah! Why does this always happen to me?"
"Apparently your ass tastes good Tiggy." Rayne comments laughing as he flips her off.
Back at the clubhouse Tara stands over Tig as he's lying face down on the reaper table; she's examining the bite mark on his ass which went through his jeans and deep into the flesh. "Jesus Christ."
"What do you think?" Jax asks her.
"I- I think whoever bit him should be wearing a collar and a muzzle."
The rest of the group chuckles as Chibs points something out. "Check."
"You, uh you gonna be able to stitch me up here, doc?" Tiggy asks her taking a drag from his cigarette.
"Yeah." She says nodding.
"Oh, shit." Jax exclaims now remembering something as he looks down to see her with a brace on instead of a cast. "It was your appointment today."
"Yeah." She tells him as she undoes the Velcro and slides the brace off.
"This is good news, right?"
"Mm. Just a new cast. More mobility. Will you give him a local? I'll go get ready."
"Sure." Chibs tells her taking the syringe and medication.
"We can help her do this." Bobby assures Jax who thanks them before he heads out of the chapel.
He heads over to Juice to see how the photos turned out on his computer. "Check this out. I printed out ten of my best shots."
"Oh, my God." Jax says chuckling as he claps Juice on the shoulder. "All right, thanks, Juicy. That's great."
Jax heads out with the envelope of photos, nodding to Rayne who is sitting on the picnic table having a smoke; she nods tipping her beer to him as he walks towards one of the trucks.
"I gotta talk to you." Gemma states as she catches up to him at the driver's door.
"Not now. I gotta go." He says not wanting to deal with her bullshit.
"Me and Nero. That's got nothing to do with SAMCRO. You got no right to shit on that."
"We barely know this guy."
"Oh, bullshit. Don't pretend you're protecting me. This is about Clay, and JT. You and Tara have been shutting me out since—"
Jax cuts her off angrily. "You've been shutting yourself out. You're getting wasted every night. You're—"
"Oh, pimp daddy's gonna give me some moral lecture? You blame me for what happened to your father. Whether you know it or not. I can feel it."
"You're connected to that history. To Clay. And yeah, maybe I am having a little trouble separating my hate."
"You can't hate me, Jackson. You're the only thing I still love."
"I'm sorry. But getting involved with Nero is not a good idea. Not now. Tig had an accident. Tara's patching him up. She could use some help. I got to go." He says getting into the truck and starting the engine then pulling out of the lot.
Gemma heads into the chapel to see if she can help out; she can see Tara's hand shaking as she tries to grip the suture with her tongs. Gemma nods to Chibs indicating for him to help her out.
"Hey, doc. Why don't we double-team him? You walk me through it." He offers taking the tongs from her.
"Okay." Tara agrees knowing in her heart that she needs help.
"Oh, sorry. Hold onto this thing, would you please. Thanks." He says handing it back to her for a moment as he takes out his glasses and puts them on, then takes the tongs back and gets to work. "All right, need two hands."
"No, no, the stitches need to be further apart." She tells him.
"Further apart. Got it."
Gemma leans down checking on the patient as she strokes his hair. "How you holding up, Tiggy?"
"I don't know if this is good or bad, but I'm totally hard right now." He confesses causing Gemma to chuckle. "Just saying."
Rayne comes into the clubhouse needing a refill on her beer, hopping up onto the bar top she leans over the back and snags another from the cooler. Sitting up she pops the top and takes a long drink relishing in the cool liquid somewhat easing her residual anger. She still couldn't believe her bike, her pride and joy, a one of kind masterpiece had been set ablaze. Fucking Irishman. God she really wanted to put him in the crosshairs of that gun and watch his body disintegrate into tiny bloody pieces.
"Geez Rayne, tell me how you really feel."
The Princess' head shot up looking over to her ex as he sat at his computer laughing. "That was supposed to be an internal thought."
"Well it wasn't." Juice laughed spinning around in his chair to face her. "In all seriousness I'm sorry about your bike. I know how much it meant to you."
She gave him a genuine smile. "Thanks juicy." He gave her a wink as he clicked his tongue turning back to his screen. "Hey Juice, we're okay right?"
While Juice still loved her, he knew in his heart that he'd lost her for good; the only thing he'd ever brought her was pain, so she was better off with Happy. He turned his head smiling at her. "Yeah we're good. I was a douche and you deserve better."
"Don't sell yourself short juicy. You're still a good man." She stated shooting him a wink, which as always caused him to blush a little.
Rayne chuckled as she finished off her beer, just as Happy sauntered up to her with a feral smile. He settled between her legs, his hands rubbing her thighs as he kissed her lips. "Do I still need to fuck the anger out of you Belle?"
Her head rose up, her eyes sparkling mischievously as she grinned at him. "Fuck yes. It's about time we let the beast out to play." A yelp left her mouth as Happy tossed her over his shoulder and headed for the door.
"If you hear screaming, don't call the cops." He hollered over his shoulder, the crew mingling around laughing as he disappeared out the front with Rayne giggling on his shoulder.
"If we hear screaming all the way over here I'm not calling the cops, I'm coming to watch." Chibs quipped prompting a loud laugh from Happy.
"I'll call you back." Jacob Hale says ending his phone call as he see Jax standing in the alley by a truck. "Thought I was very clear this morning."
"You were." Jax says handing him the envelope.
"Jesus Christ." Hale sighs as he sees the photos inside. "Is that Allen Biancone?" Jax nods. "Did you do this?"
"No, he did. We just happened to be there with a camera."
"Oh. What the hell is this?"
"Biancone is your obstacle to Charming Heights. His vote gets you your dream."
"I'm not in the business of blackmail."
"No, but I am. You say the word and I send him copies of these with a polite request to back Charming Heights. The dirt never touches you."
"You're unbelievable."
"Oh, I'm just getting started, Jake. I can also get you a new investor. One of the biggest developers in Oakland."
"And this is all about getting that property on Castle Road?"
"It's all about being in business with the right people. Whether you like it or not, there is no one in this town that can help you more than me. I ain't Clay. I ain't Oswald's boy. You let me know what you want me to do with these."
It didn't take long for Jacob Hale to change his mind about using the photos; Jax headed out to meet up with him and discuss the terms of their agreement.
"Lease agreement on Castle Road. We'll need three months down." Jacob says handing Jax the papers.
"Okay. Thank you. I'm assuming I should move forward on securing Charming Heights."
"Yeah."
Jax heads home smiling as he sees Tara passed out on the couch, not having the heart to wake her up to move her he pulled another fuzzy blanket down and covered her up with it, then kissed her forehead. Walking down to the nursery he again smiled as he saw his mother lying asleep on the couch with the baby securely wrapped in her embrace.
"Good night, baby boy." He whispers before covering them up with a blanket.
Walking into the kitchen he opens the fridge and takes out the carton of milk drinking it from the container. He sees a box on the table with his name written in Sharpie; pulling out his knife he slices through the tape and opens it. He pulls out a small red/white cooler setting it on the table, opening the top he sighs seeing the severed thumb and breast inside. Pinned to the breast flesh was a note in Rayne's elegant handwriting.
'Told you I could make 'em real.'
He chuckled, sitting down in the chair he marveled at his best friend's skills with special effects makeup; if it weren't for the note he would've swore they were real, and if they fooled him, they'd easily fool Nero's idiots.
Happy had been waiting for this day for a long time, he'd even procured a few items to aid him and stashed them at Rayne's house for just such an occasion. While the boys at the club knew that Rayne loved it rough, he was the only one that knew her one true kink. Pain. Rayne was by nature a dominant woman, always in control. There was only one person she would be submissive for and relinquish her control to, and that was Happy. She trusted him and he valued that over anything.
He was her Dom and their relationship was one he took great pride in and never took for granted. Over the years he had learned her likes and dislikes, what got her off and what made her shut down. He knew exactly what buttons to push and when to bring her the most pleasure. It had been far too long since Happy had her at his mercy and his cock was throbbing at just the thought of what he had in store for her.
Rayne's body was tingling with anticipation as she stepped through the front door, pausing for Happy to shut it behind them. She gasped, her lips drawing into a smile as Happy grabbed a handful of her hair and snapped her head back; his other arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her flush against his body.
His lips brushed against the shell of her ear as he leaned his head down. "You have no idea how long I have been waiting for the day when I would have you back at my mercy, Belle. I am going to give you all the pain you want and take away the anger. You know the word to make me stop. I will never hurt you without your permission. You are in control."
"I trust you Hap." She stated leaning back into him.
A genuine smile crossed his lips, she never hesitated to put her body, mind and life in his hands; she knew he respected her and would always keep her safe. Gently he walked her over to the wall and placed her face first against it. "Put your hands on the wall Belle." Doing as he ordered Rayne raised her hands and put her palms flat against the cool surface on either side of her head. "Good girl. Now you stay right here until I come back. If you move, I will punish you."
"Yes beast."
He grinned leaving her and heading upstairs to the spare room that he'd been living in. He never demanded she call him "daddy" or "Sir," neither of those words pertained to their D/S bond; she would always be his beauty and he her beast. Opening the closet Happy pulled out a small box that held his procured items, then took it into Rayne's room, setting the box on the dresser he took out one item and went back downstairs.
He could see her body tighten in excitement as she heard his boots on the hardwood floor in the hallway. "Turn around and hold out your wrists Belle." She complied quickly, her eyes shining with mirth as Happy wrapped the red bondage rope around her wrists securing them together. Once he was finished he took hold of the excess length and led her upstairs to her room. Maneuvering her to the foot of her bed he took the rope ends and looped them through a steel ring screwed into the ceiling.
Rayne gazed thoughtfully to the ring and smirked. "So that's what you put that there for. I approve."
"I aim to please my beauty." He grinned as he pulled the ends raising her arms up over her head before securing them in place. "Comfortable?"
She nodded testing the weight on her arms, her feet still securely planted on the floor. "Yes beast."
"Now the real fun begins." He growled pulling off his cut and tank top, relishing in the way her eyes devoured his tattooed torso. Taking his knife from its sheath he cut her tank top away, then removed her boots, socks and peeled her tight jeans off. He smiled taking in her blood red bra and booty shorts, the color suited her and damn did she wear it well.
"If red is the color of the devil, than you my beauty are the epitome of sin." He growled running his callused hands over her smooth skin. He takes a moment to look over the full tattoo sleeve on her right arm. It had taken him over a month to complete and had healed nicely, so what he had planned should not harm the detailed design. A rush of pride went through him each time he looked at it knowing that she had designed it for him and let him ink it, basically branding her as his.
The top half of her arm was a portrait that was half woman, half beast and the lower portion had a woman's hand clutching the stem of a rose with a beast's hand with long claws wrapped around the hand. The entire thing was done in greyscale except for the full color rose, the woman's blue eye and the beast's amber eye; and a crown of thorns and six roses each in a different color that had a significant meaning to the couple. Neither of them were confident enough just yet to tattoo a crow onto her body, so the sleeve was the next best thing to let everyone know whose protection she was under.
Standing behind her Happy took her long hair into his hand, twisting it up and securing it at the back of her head exposing the expanse of her back. He drug his fingers down her spine, his shortened nails lightly grazing over her phoenix tattoo. Flattening his body against her back he slowly unclipped the shoulder straps of her bra followed by the back clasp, before tossing the red lace across the room. As his hands closed over her supple D cup breasts, his fingers toying with the steel barbells pierced through her nipples, he let out a husky moan against her ear that had her body shivering.
"Choose my weapon Belle." He whispered into her ear.
Her eyes lifted to the dresser directly across the room, pausing for a moment to admire her reflection in the mirror before they drifted down to the implements of pain awaiting her selection. It only took a second to decide as her gaze found a new addition to his array and she knew it was the only one that would bring her the release that she desperately craved.
"The nine tails." She replied softly.
As he acquiesced picking up the black leather whip, letting the three foot long tails unravel, he turned around to face his captive. "When do I stop?"
"When I say the word."
"Good girl," he grinned pressing a hard chaste kiss to her lips before he disappeared behind her.
The leather sang through the air as Happy flicked his wrist bringing it across her back for the first time. Twice more it cracked across her skin and Happy had to smirk as Rayne made no sound, save for a slight hitching of her breath. Twice again and this time he received only a soft request.
"Harder."
Over and over the tails licked across her skin, Happy concentrating all of the lashes across her back, torso and the front of her thighs. Keeping track of the number in his head which was nearing twenty, Happy quickly realized that the tone of the night had instantly shifted; this was no longer about a rough fuck to release stress, this was about finding catharsis and relief from the last four years of her life. He came to this conclusion as several times already the tails had broken the skin in multiple places leaving a red welt in its wake, and yet his beauty remained silent; and as he looked into the mirror at her reflection he could see her eyes shut tight as a few tears tracked down her cheeks.
"Please don't stop." Rayne called out in a cracked whisper as she felt Happy pause in his movements. She needed this, needed to feel the physical pain that mirrored the internal pain she'd been holding inside. A relieved cry left her lips as the whip resumed its torment on her body. With every lash another heartbreaking memory flashed behind her closed eyes like a broken film reel before disappearing into white light.
Losing her mother.
Losing her father and brother.
Loving Jax only to lose him.
Falling for Juice only to lose him as well.
Hers and Gemma's assault.
Losing her ability to have children.
Abel being kidnapped.
Nearly dying in prison.
Donna.
Half-Sack.
Hale.
Luann.
Paddy.
McGee.
Dawn.
Piney.
Opie.
"Home!" Rayne finally shouted, her head lolling forward, her body shaking as she slowly caught her breath and calmed down.
Hearing her safe word Happy immediately dropped the whip and moved around to stand in front of her. Tipping her head up with his hands, his thumbs gently wiped the tears from under her eyes. "Better?"
"Mm hmm." She mumbled tiredly, nodding her head as she opened her eyes to look up at him. "Thank you."
Happy chuckled as he shook his head, resting his hands on the sides of her neck while he gazed down at her. Sapphire blue eyes glistening with tears, her full lips red and swollen from her teeth biting down on them, her chest dusted with whip mark and welts, still heaving from her deep breaths. Tied up, completely at his mercy and trusting him with her life.
"Fuck, you are so beautiful." He growled out before crashing their lips together with bruising force.
Rayne moaned as he ravaged her lips, the exhaustion she felt quickly disappearing replaced with a burning desire that only he could relieve. She felt his arms wrap around her, his hand removing the clip from her hair before threading his fingers through it and tugging. She gasped in response allowing his tongue to slip deep into her mouth wrapping around her own in a sweet caress. As he drew her close, her body molding into his own, she could feel his rock hard member pressing into her abdomen. Just the thought of him inside of her caused a rush between her legs, her nectar seeping through her underwear and tracking down her thighs.
"Hap." She panted after he'd finally detached himself from her lips.
He mumbled a half-ass reply as he kissed and licked his way down her neck, leaving hickeys and bite marks in his wake.
"Please fuck me, baby."
"Patience my beauty," he said as he lowered himself to his knees before her. "I gave you what you wanted, now it's my turn to get what I want." He stated before hooking his fingers into her shorts and dragging them off of her legs.
As much as he wanted to be inside of her tight body, he needed to taste her. From the first time her essence had touched his tongue he'd been addicted. He very rarely went down on a woman, that was something he reserved for only a select few and out of them all Rayne was by far the sweetest he'd ever had. Lifting her right leg up he placed it over his shoulder, his tongue gliding from her knee to the apex of her thigh following the track of her arousal. The sounds he made as his mouth cleaned the juices from her skin should have been criminal, and only succeeded in causing a further gush to expel out of her.
He looked up at her licking his lips salaciously, "Mm, I swear Belle, you taste like heaven."
Rayne's body gave a shudder and she groaned throwing her head back in frustration. "Damn you Lowman."
Happy chuckled low in his throat, he'd discovered long before the two had ever been intimate that his voice had a massive effect on her. He could turn her on with nothing more than his gravely tone. Then during their first time together he'd discovered a gift, he could make her orgasm with only his words and a well timed flick of her clit; and the dirtier his words, the faster she would come.
As much as he was enjoying teasing his beauty, his desire had reached its peak, he had to have her now. Leaning forward he wasted no more time as his mouth covered Rayne's pussy. Her body jolted, a gasp escaping her lips as she felt his tongue probing her slit before diving inside of her. The house was silent, save for the moans and gasps coming from Rayne and the occasional slurp from Happy as he devoured her like she was his last meal. Reaching up his thumbs parted her silky folds exposing her clit to his torment, it only took a few flicks of his tongue before he heard her breathing begin to hitch and he knew she was close.
Rayne could feel the coil inside of her tightening bringing blissful release with it, however just as it was ready to snap she was denied when Happy stopped all stimulation and moved away from her. "Oh, you're a dick." She grumbled.
Pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh he lifted it off of his shoulder before standing up, smirking as he saw the pout now on her face. He leaned in pressing a kiss to her lips. "Sorry baby, but if you're going to come, it's gonna be on my dick."
He slid off his cut laying it across the dresser top before he started removing his clothes. Happy had always been confident in his looks and body, but no woman had ever looked at him quite the way Rayne did; practically eye-fucking every inch of him as she devoured his flesh like he was the only man in the world that she desired. Her eyes practically sparkled as they roved over his tattooed torso as he took off his pants.
Rayne licked her lips, her mouth watering as she saw his cock spring into view, long, thick and all for her. She desperately wanted that cock in her mouth, if there was one thing she enjoyed it was giving him head.
Happy could read her face like the pages of a book and he chuckled knowing exactly what it was that she wanted. "Not this time baby." He said earning yet another pout from her. He reached down grabbing onto her right thigh and drawing it up over his hip. His other hand reached between them taking hold of his cock and easing the tip into her tight canal. He smirked as she stared into his eyes as he slowly sheathed himself into her, only closing her eyes to revel in the fullness once he was fully inside.
His pace started out slow as he withdrew nearly all of the way before pushing back in; the long strokes drawing breathy moans from her throat as she leaned her head back. Both of her legs then curled around his waist, which was his indication that she wanted more and he was all too willing to give it to her. His hands grabbed onto her ass maintaining the steady pace, but now he was able to thrust deeper which brought her to the edge once more in a matter of seconds and again he stopped which drew out an elegant line of swear words from Rayne.
Twice more he had brought her to the precipice and twice more he had denied her. Happy loved edging Rayne, feeling her body shaking against him, seeing the fire in her eyes as she begged for sweet release from his torment. He may be the Dom, but they both knew that it was Rayne that held all of the power, he would do anything she wanted. So edging had always been his way of taking back control, if only for a short while.
"Fuck Hap!" Rayne shouted as he pulled out of her completely. Her body was quivering, her senses on overload as every synapse was firing at once.
Hap stepped back admiring the sight before him. Her pupils blown wide with lust, chest heaving with heavy pants, a light sheen of sweat over her body that begged him to have a taste. He made his way around behind her trailing a finger from her stomach around to her back. Her long hair was stuck to her back as he gathered it up in one hand, pressing his body up against her so she could feel his cock rubbing against her ass as he licked a line up her neck to her ear.
"Mine." He growled low as his free hand wrapped around her stomach, holding her to him.
She shivered at the possessive tone in his voice, her eyes slipping shut as he followed with a light tug on her hair. "Always." She replied softly.
Happy smiled, keeping his hold on her hair he ran his free hand down her right thigh, hooking her knee over his elbow he drew the leg up to her waist.
Rayne, so focused on his heavy breathing in her ear gave a harsh gasp as he slammed into her unexpectedly. "Fuck!" She shouted out, her body bowing in response as he pounded into her roughly. Everything became a blur as the new position had his cock relentlessly abusing her g-spot and the coil inside of her instantly clenched.
Hap knew by the way her walls clenched around him and the frequency of her gasps that it was only a matter of seconds. He slammed into her mercilessly, loving the way her body responded to his every touch and the sound of their skin slapping together combined with their moans. Knowing she was at the point of no return he released her hair, his arm wrapping around to the front of her and curling his fingers around her throat.
"Come for me Belle."
Rayne screamed out, her eyes rolling back into her head as her world exploded in a flash of white hot light. Her walls clamped down around him and seconds later she felt him come, her name a growl on his lips as his cum coated her insides.
The two remained there for several long minutes as they let their bodies come back down from the high. Rayne gave a small hiss as finally Happy withdrew himself, her body completely limp as exhaustion crept up on her. Happy released the rope from the hook lifting her body into his arms and carrying her over to the bed. Pulling back the covers he laid her down before unbinding her wrists and tucking her in.
After shutting off the lights he laid down tugging her over into his embrace, kissing the top of her head as she rested on his chest. "I love you Belle."
Rayne smiled, while he'd said those words to her plenty of times, there was a new tone to them this time. The two had been toeing the line between friends with benefits to something real for months and now they'd officially crossed over. Tipping her head up she stared into his chocolate brown eyes, seeing love and adoration looking back at her. "I love you Hap."