Jax smiled as she fidgeted in front of them, "No way out of this one," he teased.

His smile was charming and absolutely disarming, but she wouldn't let him get to her. Folding her arms over her chest and steeling herself, she asked, "What do we need to talk about?"

Sasha trotted down the stairs and grinned, clearly having heard the tail end of their conversation and loving her discomfort, "I think they want to talk about how you're fucking the three of them."

Her mouth dropped open at his audacity, "I've only fucked two of them."

Sasha laughed, "Details, details."

"Sasha, get out," she ordered as her eyes narrowed. Best man he might be, but she wasn't above stabbing him in nonvital areas.

His laugh was booming as he did as he was told, locking the front door behind himself.

"He better be getting himself his own place…" she muttered, staring at the door.

Opie took her hand and led her to the couch so they could sit, "He's right, though. We can't keep going this way because Happy is gonna kill one of us."

He was right, and she hated it, "Fine. Where do we start?"

Happy pulled her onto his lap, "I want her."

"Excuse me?" she asked, mustering up all the attitude she could, "Is this what you wanted? To claim me? What in the fucking world would make you think that I want that?"

He tugged her back and clamped his arms around her, "What do you want?"

She shrugged, "I don't know. I moved here to get a new start, not fuck three hot guys."

"I don't care who she fucks," Jax shrugged as he plopped down onto the chair across from them.

"Why are you even here?" she asked frustratedly, "I haven't fucked you."

"I'm here, baby, because I make you wet without even touching you."

Her eyes rolled, "Cocky asshole."

Jax shook his head and looked at Opie and Happy, "You're both my brothers. No bit…"

"Woman," Opie interjected.

"...is going to change that," his eyes met hers again, and softer now as he spoke to his friends, he said, "I want her, to fuck her, to work with her, and to be around her."

Despite his near derogatory term, it was sweet.

Fuck him, it was sweet.

Opie moved into her space and wrapped his arms around her waist. I'm going through a lot of shit. I don't want to drag you into that, but I don't want to give you up. You make me smile, your laugh makes me happy, and you don't want me to change."

"Oh, Opie," his words melted her heart, and tears prickled at the edge of her eyes.

"I want to see her covered in blood while I'm balls-deep in her pussy," Happy added, grinning.

That thought sent a thrill through her. In her head, she imagined them both with knives in hand as they peeled away some poor fucks skin. The sex afterward would be fantastic.

Opie looked at her, his brow raised and an upward tilt to his lips, "I told you."

She slapped his chest, "I know, I know," she admitted, "But I'm still happy I called you."

Happy looked confused, "What?"

"I needed to pick her up last night."

"She couldn't take a taxi?" Jax asked, leaning forward on his knees.

"No, too much blood and vomit," She explained, shrugging.

Jax looked worried. His eyes scanned her, looking for injuries, "What happened."

"A gang of men in terrible purple shirts harassed us, but we took care of it."

Opie raised a brow at her, "Took care of it, baby girl? You did more than that," He looked at Jax, "She cut out some guy's eye and fed it to him."

Veila replayed the events in her mind, smiling, "Sasha almost puked."

Happy threaded his fingers into the hair at the back of her neck and pulled her to face him. There was almost an expression on his face now; his eyes were wider, and he looked excited, "Next time you call me."

Veila could only nod at his demand. Next time, he would be there with her. She wanted him there with her so she could watch him work. See him covered in blood as he sliced through someone's arteries.

Imagining it made her her cunt tingle.

Delicious.

Happy leaned in close to her and whispered, "You like the sound of that?"

"Yes."

Back to business, Jax asked, "What did you do with the bodies?"

"Dumped them in Oakland."

"Who sent them?"

She thought hard momentarily before telling him the comic book name, "Laroy Wayne."

"Niners," Opie grunted.

"Yeah, that sounds familiar. They were pissed because we were making moves in Sacramento when they wanted it for themselves."

"They're gonna cause trouble. We'll let them know you're working with us, and if they want their guns, they'll have to play nice."

She paused. All thoughts of hot, bloody sex are gone, "You want me to sell to the men who tried to kill me?"

Jax shrugged, "Eventually. I'll talk to them. Until then," he smiled, "go out with me?"

Veila was shocked by his offer, "Realy? A date?"

"Yes, ma'am. I was raised right, unlike these two."

"Raised, right?" she laughed, "Is that what you call selling guns?"

Opie pinched her thigh, "He means he fucks whores and dates women. Trying to make us look bad."

"Don't ruin this for me."

"Ruin it. You'll do that yourself. Just give it time."

She laughed, "Opie, don't be mad just because he thought to ask me out."

"I'm not mad, but Tara will be when she finds out."

"Who's Tara?" Veila frowned, feeling defensive.

"My ex-girlfriend."

Opie smiled, seeing through her simple question, "They have a long history."

Veila was curious and still peeved, "Anything I should know?"

"Nope," Jax told her, "She left two almost three years ago because she didn't like the club."

"Then, no problem. Unless Happy has any exes I should be aware of?"

He looked her in the eyes, "They're dead."

Surprise took over all of their expressions, "Alright..."

His words filled the space between them until she finally thought of something useful to ask, "Any rules then? Since you all seem to be set on dating me."

"No other men," Jax told her seriously.

"I'll kill them," Happy added.

"Okay. No other men, but also no other women," she looked at them each in turn, her expression deadly, "I'll kill them without a second thought."

"Deal," The three of them echoed together.

"Anything else?" Opie asked as he took her hand and squeezed.

Veila nodded, "Why are you okay with this? Why would you all want to fuck the same person?"

Happy smiled, "You're crazy. I like that."

"You're kind. Hot as hell and smart," Opie added in.

She looked at Jax, who was grinning, "I've never met a woman like you. You make everything go away when you're around."

Fuck them. They were too goddamn sweet, "You're all too much. I could get used to this."

Jax smiled, "Get used to it," he told her, winking, "Now that this is out of the way we have work to do. Happy, I need you to get Tig and Bobby to remove the bodies."

"Bury?"

Jax shook his head, "Nah, burn them and bury the ashes somewhere far away."

Opie stood and patted his pockets, "I've gotta go see my lawyer and put the house up for sale."

"Already?" Jax asked, frowning.

"Yeah, Donna submitted the paperwork this morning. Our court date will be in a few weeks."

"Okay. If you need anything, call me," Veila said, standing and wrapping him in her arms.

"I will," he told her honestly.

Jax snaked an arm around her, pulling her away, "You're mine today, sweetheart. I've got plans for you."

She looked up at him, "Ohh. You were confident then that I wouldn't say no."

"How could you?" he stepped back and gestured to himself, "You've got all this," he said, flaunting and flexing his muscles.

"Alright, Casanova. I need to change before I go anywhere."

Before she could leave, Happy kissed her cheek, and Opie enveloped her in a hug.

Strange.

It all felt strange, and nothing was going as expected. She wasn't going to question it, though. She would just ride it out to whatever end was waiting for her.

"Are we taking your bike?" she shouted to Jax on her way upstairs.

"Yep. Hurry up, though, or we'll be riding in the dark on our way back."

Bossy, son of a bitch.

She threw on jeans and a long-sleeved shirt before jogging down the stairs.

"Looking good, darlin. Let's hit the road."

She followed, watching his ass as he went, "You know your ass would look a lot better if you pulled your pants up a bit."

He gasped and played offended, "Are you staring at my ass?"

"Yes, I am. It would be a better view if you used your belt for its intended purpose."

He hopped on his bike and smiled, "I'll consider that. Get on."

"Yes, sir."

As soon as her arms were around his waist, they took off. The scenery was a blur, and her mind wandered to the potential consequences of their strange relationship. She didn't know how long she'd be able to please three men, even with her sexual appetites.

Would they cheat?

Hopefully not. She liked them and didn't want to murder them. She shook the thoughts from her mind and concentrated on the rigid body under her fingers. It was torture riding on his bike. The vibrations of the bike felt wonderful between her legs, and his hard body was taunting her.

This would be fun, even if it was just for a little while.