"I like her. I know I shouldn't. I'm married, for fucks sake. I don't know what to do, Jax." Opie sat with his head in hands, the noise of the garage drowning out the worst of his thoughts.

Jax took a drag of his cigarette and shrugged, "Why do you need to do anything, Ope? Just don't fuck her or do. No one will say anything to Donna."

Opie groaned and glared at the ground, "Jax, you're not supposed to say that."

Jax sighed and rubbed his chin, "What do you want, Ope?"

"I want you to tell me I shouldn't cheat on my wife," Opie grunted as he sat back and stared into the lot not really seeing anything.

"I'm not the one you should be asking for relationship advice. Wendy practically killed herself and my baby. All I did was watch it happen," Jax lit up another cigarette and took a long drag before passing it to Opie.

"We're pretty fucked up, aren't we?"

Jax nodded, "Yeah."

"It doesn't fucking matter anyway. She's with Hap now."

They stared out at their bikes in silence together. Engines started and stopped as the others worked. It was busier than normal for a sunday, and Gemma was running around throwing out orders as she tried to get shit together. Gemma stopped at the office door and yelled, "We're closing in five minutes. Finish what you're doing, and then I want to see everyone at my house at four."

A chorus of yes ma'am rang out, and people sprang into action as they close up shop. They stowed away the cars and cleaned up their mess while Opie and Jax stewed in their thoughts.

"Are you bringing Donna tonight? The kids?"

Opie laughed, because only Jax would asked him that. No one expected Donna to show up. She'd been acting strange lately, hounding him about getting a new job, making more money, and spending more time with the kids. Everyone knew that Donna had an iron grip on his balls, twisting every time, she wanted something new.

"Ope?"

Opie shook his head to clear his mind, "I don't know. I'll have to ask Donna if she wants to."

Jax clapped him on the back and smiled, "You better, or moms gonna throw a fit."

"Is she coming?" his voice came out small and hopeful. He wanted to see her, just for the night before he had to go home to his wife.

"Yeah, Moms making me pick her up so she can't skip out this week."

Ope looked excited, not in the way he smiled but in how his hands ran through his hair and his back straightened, "I'll see you later, brother. I've got to go pick up the kids."

Jax stood and clapped him on the back before squeezing him tightly, "Be safe, Ope." He watched Opie carefully and felt himself get stirred up inside.

Shit was getting messy.

…

Pounding sounded at her door, loud and aggressive. Veila rolled off th couch and walked up to the door pulling her knife out from the holster under her shirt, and peeking through the hole. She let out the breath she'd been holding in a huff. It was only Jax.

She opened the door and hissed, "What do you want?"

He raised his hands in surrender and gave her a confused look, "It's Sunday."

"Okay… I know what day it is. Is that all you came to say?"

"Did you forget? It's Sunday dinner. Mom will be on your ass if you don't show up two weeks in a row."

Veila groaned, "Fuck me. I forgot about that. Do I need to bring anything?"

"No, ma will have everything ready by the time we get there," he looked her over, his gaze scanning her up and down, "You might wanna change though."

Frowning, she looked down at herself and was instantly mortified. She'd answered the door in a large t-shirt and no pants, "Fucking shit. Give me fifteen minutes."

Veila turned on her heel and sprinted upstairs, leaving Jax in her doorway. Her face flamed as she ran through the hall until she reached her room. Tearing through the closet she searched for something appropriate for a family dinner.

What did people wear to family dinners? It had been ten years since she had last been to one and she was not going to wear what would have at seventeen. She was halfway through her closet looking at her only church clothes with collars up to her neck when a deep laugh came from the hall.

Jax was watching her struggle, "Wear something ma bought you. She'll be thrilled."

"Easy for you to say, you won't be exposed," She muttered reaching for a top that Gemma had picked out. It was low cut and tight, she'd be showing off everything.

Jax laughed again, and when he approached behind her, she froze. His lips brushed against her car when he reached around her. Handing her black jeans and a white top, instead, he whispered, "Wear this." Jax let his hand slip to her hip before he pulled back, "Better hurry, we're already late."

When she gathered her nerve to turn around, he was gone. A shiver she couldn't ignore raced down her spine, and suddenly, she wished she had other plans. Plans that involved a hot blonde biker.

While she dressed, Happy popped into her mind, and guilt filled her, "We're not anything. No reason to feel bad."

She tried to tell herself that attraction was just that attraction, but a deep nagging feeling clawed at her. It wasn't just Jax who was hot, steamy, tall, and charming. He had an itty bitty baby, so new she was sure there would be a purchase receipt. Not that he'd ever make a return, but the baby's mother might have a problem with her wayward thoughts.

There was Happy, who chilled her to the bone and brought all her ugly desires to life. He was also dangerous. All muscle and no mercy. If she weren't just as dangerous as he was, she would be afraid. Instead he was more than happy to play her games and set her blood on fire.

Then there was also the very large, strong Opie, who was married and responsible for children. That should have turned her off, but the strong fatherly vibe he put off made her panties wet. She'd never been into the whole Daddy vibes before but on Opie it looked good and she wanted nothing more than to crawl into his lap and call him Daddy.

Images of their fighting a few nights before popped into her mind and made her groan, and her pussy weep, "God damn it, you stupid vagina."

"Why are you insulting your vagina?" Jax's voice asked from the doorway.

With her hand over her heart she turned to him, he'd scared the shit out of her but she couldn't help but roll her eyes. He was leaning against the door frame with a wicked grin looking like he was going to eat her alive. She added cockiness to her mental list, "No reason, let's leave."

He kept grinning at her the whole trip downstairs, "You can't get away from this. Why are you talking to your pussy Veila?"

Veila frowned at his pushieness as she grabbed her bag, "Because she's a bitch in heat."

He grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her close to his chest, "Did Happy make her mad?" he smiled down at her, "Didn't he make you come, or are you ready to move on to something new?"

Looking up into his eyes, she almost lost herself. They were so damn blue, and his lashes made her jealous. Her fingers itched to run through the stubbled on his jaw but she shook her head, "Nope, he fucked me right. I can still feel his fat cock in my wet pussy," his beautiful eyes went wide, not expecting hr dirty words, "Shouldn't you feel bad trying to make a move on me when your baby momma and son are in the hospital?"

Anger flared in his eyes, but he grinned, "There is no baby momma. Just a drugged out soon-to-be ex-wife who almost killed my kid," his hand slipped around her waist and squeezed, "Shouldn't you feel bad that your pussy is wet because of me?"

Jax's hands fell to her ass and squeezed. He pulled her flush against his hips so she could feel his hard length through the denim. A moan tumbled from her lips as his erection rubbed against her belly. He was big, and he was right. She was wet.

Her pussy was a traitor.

Jax leaned down his cheek against hers, "Maybe you should feel bad because you're fucking with more than just Hap and me."

His comment felt like ice water was dumped all over her lady bits, "What?"

Jax tilted her face up so she had no choice but to look him in the eyes, "Your fat tits, juicy ass, and big brown eyes are tearing friends and a marriage to bits," before she could speak, he brushed his thumb over her lips, "Your pussy should think about that before she comes again." He pushed past her, leaving her reeling. Her head was swimming, and unfortunately, so were her bits.

A motorcycle roared to life outside, shocking her from her inner revelation, but she didn't have time to think about it now, so she took her knife and slipped it under her shirt again as she locked her front door.

Jax was waiting impatiently on his idling bike, so she walked the distance to him and threw her leg over the seat. She leaned as far back as she dared, but it didn't last long when he took off, forcing her to clutch him close.

"Fuck me," she groaned as the vibration between her legs intensified her inner ache. She needed to get the fuck off this bike and awat from Jax, but he seemed to be taking the longest route possible while hitting every pothole. Every time they went over a bump she clutched him tighter, and he laughed.

If he didn't smell so damn good and if she knew where Gemma lived she'd confront him, but she didn't so she held on tighter. Her fingers grasping tightly onto his shirt so she wouldn't be tempted to feel him up.

An eternity later he finally pulled over, but her legs didn't want to work, he laughed at her, "You can let go."

Veila tried to move from around him but her limbs were locked. Maybe it was the fast ride, maybe it was ache between her legs, either way she wasn't moving.

"As much as I love this, Hap is gonna cut my dick off if he sees you on my bike."

Wriggling herself free she muttered, "He doesn't own me."

At that moment it was as if the word was against her Happy stormed out into the yard with fury radiating outward. He stomped across the lawn with his hands balled into fists.

Quicker than ever before, Veila tossed herself in front of Happy, "What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna cut his dick off." Short and sweet.

She really didn't understand the anger. It was only a ride. Right? "Why?"

Happy looked down at her like she was slow, "He touched you."

"Oh, now you own me?" Veila smiled and threw her hair over her shoulders, "You get to decide who touches me?"

Happy's eyes narrowed, and there was no hesitation with his answer, "Yes."

His rough voice and the possessiveness radiating off of him was hotter than it should have been. She was independent. Never in her life had she ever let a man own her. Control her. Right now? She really wanted to drop to her knees and suck his cock.

Treterous pussy.

Jax laughed behind her, and then the gorgeous man with a death wish grabbed her hips, "Tell him, Veil."

Happy growled, "Get your hands the fuck off her."

She took a deep breath, where did either of them get the nerve? Jail time was in her future if they kept this up and a grave was in Jax's because he took that moment to grind his dick into her ass.

Deep down, she knew Happy was only acting on instinct, but when he tried to yank her away, her fist flew into his nose. She gave him credit because he didn't fall to the ground, but she also wasn't done, "Touch me like that again, Happy, and I'll cut the skin off your cock and feed it to the closest cat," spinning around she shoved Jax into his bike, "If you love your dick so much I wouldn't go rubbing it against armed women."

Without looking back, she turned to the house and Happy. She was greeted by a crowd of men and women who had watched the entire show. Every man with a leather cut watched her, and she smiled in warning.

Their eyes followed her inside, and she couldn't help but swish her lips a little more than normal as she went.

The house was beautiful, dark and cream colors were everywhere like biker goth chic, and she loved it. Even inside, she could hear them out there yelling and screaming at each other, but she wasn't interested in their squabble, she followed her nose until she found Gemma in the kitchen.

Gemma smiled, "Hey, darlin, what took you so long?"

"Just a little tiff," Veila smiled and moved to the sink to wash the blood off her hands, "and a broken nose, I think."

Pausing Gemma leaned over her shoulder, "With that much blood, I'd say yeah," She moved to the freezer and brought out a few ice packs, "Who am I mothering?"

"Happy."

Gemma cocked her hip and threw her an ice pack before laughing, "I thought you two here on good terms. Last I heard, Jax caught you two in the act."

She glared at Gemma, "He was acting like a caveman."

"That is how they act toward their old ladies," Gemma laughed.

Flabbergasted, Veila frowned, "Did you call me old?"

Gemma shook her head and then wrapped her in a hug, "No, that's what they call their women."

Old lady? Really they couldn't have come up with a more attractive name? Just old lady? "That's sexist."

"That's just how it works. I'm Clay's old lady, and he's my old man," Gemma winked, "Take it as a compliment. It means he likes you."

Him and his two friends, she thought. His two very hot friends. Veila groaned and closed her eyes. She wondered how had her life ended up this way?

"Just put the ice on your hand and go find a seat. It's time to eat."

"I should just go, honestly. I don't want to ruin everyone's dinner," Veila suggested as she placed the cold pack on her hand.

Gemma looked offended at the very idea and pushed Veila toward the dining room, "Don't you even think about it. Go sit your ass down."

Veila did as she was told and sat near the end of the table, hoping to avoid Happy and Jax. Bodies flooded in, and every seat but the ones near her filled first until Happy had the balls to sit on her right.

"You must be stupid," She whispered to him.

He shook his head, holding the ice pack in place over his nose.

"Is your nose broken?"

Another silent shake. She really wanted to check his face and see how bad the damage was, but considering she was the one who punched him, she didn't.

Clay, Jax, and Gemma carried enough food out to feed a small army. When they were finally finished, Clay held a chair out for Gemma, and Jax, who was attempting suicide, sat on Veila's left.

"You're both fucking stupid."

Jax grinned and placed his hand on her knee, "Just crazy about you."

"I wish I had a god damned cigarette," She groaned, pushing his hand away.

Happy pulled out a pack and offered it to her silently.

She shook her head and waved them away, "I quit, but right now, I wish I hadn't."

Their meal started with a short prayer and then was filled with laughter as they recanted, everyone with Happy getting punched in the face. Veila watched them all carefully, waiting for something to happen, but they laughed and waved it away, explaining that it wasn't the worst he'd suffered.

They told stories about the boys and stuffed their faces. Gemma was an amazing cook. The food was perfect and better than the frozen shit she's been living off of over the last few weeks.

Gemma held up her fork and grinned, ready to regale us with a story, "When Jax was eight, he had a gang."

Veila smiled, "Really?"

Gemma nodded, "Yeah, he tore down my red drapes and cut little vests out of them."

Clay laughed loudly and nodded, "I remember that. He wore it for months when he rode his bike with his friends."

"He used magic markers to make his own patches," Gemma stood abruptly, "I think I have a picture around here somewhere." She scurried from the room in search of the pictures before Jax could tell her not to.

Jax was red in the face when he yelled after her, "Ma! We don't need to see the pictures!"

Veila shook her head, delighted with his embarrassment, "I need to see the pictures!"

Jax turned to her, glaring, "No, you don't."

Smiling, she stuck her tongue out, "You don't get to tell me what to do."

His hand gripped her thigh under the table, squeezing tight. He didn't say anything, but she could feel the threat.

Leaning over to whisper in his ear, she laughed lightly, "You think you can scare me? Hurt me? Good luck trying. I like it."

To her other side, Happy scowled, obviously not pleased with how close they were, but she didn't give a fuck what he liked.

Gemma returned, looking triumphant, as she waved a stack of pictures around. She passed a small stack of images to Veila around Jax. Veila couldn't help the bubble of real laughter that escaped. Jax was in all of the pictures wearing a huge and jaggedly cut vest. He had obviously modeled it after the Sons because, on the little vest, he had written 'Sons of Mad guys.'

As she flipped through them, she noticed a round, chubby kid with him always smiling, "Who is this with you?"

Jax leaned over, slipping his hand higher on her thigh, "Opie. He was my Vice President."

Veila melted as she flipped through the pictures, "That is adorable!"

Gemma smiled sweetly, filled with love for her boys, "I know! They even wore the vests to school!" The table broke out into more laughs as they passed the pictures of Jax and Opie around as dinner ended. A few prospects helped clear the table, and Happy pulled her up out of the chair, "Come on, let's go outside," His voice was rough, and she instantly regretted punching him as she got her first good look at how fucked up his nose was.

"You're mad," he said, pulling out his cigarettes as they stepped into the quiet night.

She sighed, "No."

He gave her a look as he lit his cigarette.

"Fine, I was."

He lit up and took a drag, "At me?"

"Duh."

Happy stepped closer to her, invading her space, "Don't be."

His eyes were warm; she wanted to fall into them, "Easier said than done, asshole."

He grunted and took a drag as he placed his hand on her hip. She pulled a Gemma and cocked her hip, "What? You want me to forget you went all caveman on me?"

"No, I want you."

Of course, he did; she rolled her eyes and stepped back, "To fuck?"

Happy pulled her back into the comforting presence of his arms, showing off his bruised and swollen nose in the light, "Be my old lady."

Her jaw hit the floor, shocked, "After I just punched you in the face?"

He shrugged, "It was hot."

She shook her head. It was, but she couldn't be his old lady or his anything when she was getting all tingly for his friends.

"Why not?"

His frown bothered her more than it should have, "Not only would I find it offensive to be called an old lady, but I don't want to be owned." Only a little bit of a lie on her part, but she didn't want to think too much about that.

"You'd own me too," he said quietly.

His face was lit by the cherry on his cigarette, "I can't."

Jax and then Opie popped into her mind again. There was definitely way too much going on there for her to be his old lady. No way it would work.

He frowned, "Jax?"

She nodded. She wouldn't mention Opie. He was an impossibility. Married with kids, she wasn't going to fuck with that.

"You fuck him?"

"No, of course not," she told him, not that she hadn't thought about it. A lot.

Happy's face turned hard, "You want to."

She nodded again, not wanting to lie. They were silent for a long time as he smoked. He stomped his butt out and crossed his arms over his chest, "I can share."