***Friday morning***
Sitting outside, he was enjoying the quiet of the morning with a large mug of black coffee and his first cigarette of the day. Bobby could always be counted on having fresh brewed coffee at all times in the clubhouse. Within a few hours, he and Tig would again be heading up north on a run. Although the runs were going like clockwork with no issues, he refused to let his guard down and get too secure that problems wouldn't arise. Hearing Tig and Chibs, he stubbed his cigarette out and watched his two brothers head his way.
"When you want to head out?" asked Tig lighting up a smoke.
"Told Slade we'd be at the drop at eleven. Who's doing the other run?" Happy questioned.
"Op and me. No evening runs tonight with the party. Meet us at the warehouse after your drop to check the supply. Goin' meet Op at the diner shortly." Chibs said turning toward the sound of Jax's bike pulling into T-M.
"Brother, you in early. Tara kick your ass out?" Laughed Tig knowing Jax never came into the shop this early in the morning.
"Shut the hell up." Jax said giving Tig a friendly punch in the shoulder. "Mom's out getting stuff for tonight. Told her I'd come in and handle the office until she got here."
"Dude, I'm fucking every bitch in this place tonight!" Boasted Tig. "Think my dick's going fall off if I don't get laid tonight. Been too fuckin' long."
You could hear a roar of laughter from all the guys after Tig's comment. This was what Happy loved most about the club. Just bullshittin' with his brothers. This was a rare occasion, especially considering SAMRCO had been until recently put underneath the Fed's microscope for the past few months. The Fed's had tried about everything they could to pin something on the club, coming up short every time. Finishing his cup of coffee and feeling the urge to get in a few rounds with the bag, he looked toward Tig, "I'll be ready in an hour." said Happy walking away from the guys and into the clubhouse.
Hearing another vehicle pulling into T-M, Chibs turned to see a delivery van pulling up. Seeing the driver make his way out of his van, Chibs made his way over "Can I help ya?"
"Got a package for Juan Carlos Ortiz." said the delivery driver.
"I can take it."
"Sorry, it's a signature required package. I can come back if he's not here."
Whistling to get Tig's attention, he waited to see one of the guys turn around.
"Need Juice. He's got a package to sign for." yelled the Scotsman. Seeing Bobby walk back into the clubhouse he told the driver to wait. A minute or two later, out walked Juice and Bobby. Seeing Juice heading toward the driver, Chibs walked back over to the other guys.
"Juan Carlos Ortiz?" asked the driver needing to confirm he had the correct person.
"Yeah, that's me."
"If you could just sign here, I can release the package to you." pointing toward the signature line at the bottom of his clipboard.
"What is it?" asked Juice, honestly not knowing what was being delivered to him.
"Not sure. Here you go." said the driver as he handed Juice a large sealed envelope then getting back into his van.
Looking over the package, Juice didn't recognize the return address. Making his way back over to guys, he tore into the envelope seeing a hand written note attached to a stack of paperwork.
"Whatcha got there Juicy?" asked a curious Tig.
"Not sure." Pulling the contents out of the package he reads the note….
"Dear Mr. Ortiz,
I understand that you have an interest in my personal information. I thought I may make your search a little easier. Enclosed you will find the following:
*Copy of my drivers license*Current copy of my credit report*Past two years of Federal tax returns*Criminal Report from Illinois and Georgia*Bank account statements
I have requested a copy of my medical records to be sent and I should be able to provide that to you as well within the next week. In the meantime, should you need any additional information, please feel free to contact me directly and I'll be happy to meet with you to answer any unresolved questions you may have. My business card is attached to my personal information.
Sincerely,Olivia Parker
"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" screamed Juice as he reread what was in his hands. "Oh fuck this isn't good!"
"What the fuck is wrong with ya?" asked Chibs wondering why Juice was flipping out.
Reaching over and grabbing the paperwork, Jax started reading the letter. "You have to be kidding me?" he said now glaring at Juice. "You need to start explaining right now why she sent you this."
"Fuck I'm so screwed. Jax, I'm just following orders." spilled Juice knowing his ass was about to be handed to him.
"This Clay? How'd she find out you were digging?" Jax asked furious his step-father had ordered this.
"Dude, what the hell is going on?" asked Bobby speaking for the rest of the extremely curious group now standing around looking between each other.
"I don't know how she found out. Clay asked me not to say anything and I haven't. Used an untraceable router to find info." Juice said rubbing his hands over his head and pacing. "I couldn't find anything. She's totally clean."
"Who are you searching?" asked Chibs still clueless.
"Olivia." Jax said now fuming that this little "research" project was going to blow wide ass open. Not only could this cause a headache for the club when Elliott heard of this, but more importantly Jax knew Tara was going to be irate and that thought didn't sit well with him at all.
"Okay first of all why are you doing a background check on Olivia and more importantly why is she sending you her personal info willingly?" Tig asked.
"Like I said, I'm just following orders and now Clay's going to shoot me himself."
"Juice, go check the prospects at the warehouse. I need to talk to Clay. No more digging shit up on Olivia, got it?"
"Didn't want to do it the first time." Juice said now sweating about how Clay was going to punish him. Thankful Jax told him to leave, he made his way over to his bike and gladly left the T-M lot.
"Can anyone explain why we're running background info on Olivia?" asked Bobby who was now looking directly at Jax.
"Not sure but I plan on finding out." Jax said walking toward the office.
***Outside Oakland***
With her meeting behind her earlier than expected, Olivia texted Elliott that the deal was done, and she would be back in Charming later today. Feeling elated that everything was falling into place, she noticed the home décor boutique across the street and decided to go in. Walking through the store she immediately noticed the complete difference in style to what she had been accustomed to in Chicago. To her surprise the fabrics, furniture and accent pieces were completely her taste. Slowly making her way through the store, she found herself finding pieces that would go beautifully in the model home. Turning down the next isle, she looked up only to stop dead in her tracks.
Catching the brunette oddly staring at her, the lady cautiously spoke "Is there something wrong?"
Now realizing that she must have been staring she knew she had to answer the lady's question. "No, nothings wrong. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare at you. You just…well you look…you look just like Halle Berry." Olivia said finally getting the words out. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound so stupid."
Smiling back at the brunette, Deidra Harriston walked over extending her hand. "I've been told that many times before. Deidra Harriston, and you are?"
"Olivia Parker." said the brunette shaking Deidra's hand. "Please forgive me for staring. I do apologize."
"No need. I have to assume by your accent that you're not from California. Here on vacation?"
"You assume correctly. Born and raised in Georgia. Actually, I just recently moved to California from Chicago. I'm working on a new community a few hours north of here."
"So, you're an architect?" asked Deidra.
"No, I'm actually a Realtor and decorator."
"Really?"
"Yes. Been in the business for seven years now." Olivia stated.
"This is so odd. My fiancé and I are wanting to find a larger home but haven't found an agent we like, or I should say that he likes. He's extremely picky."
"Well, I'm new to the area, but I can see about finding someone that will suit your needs."
"Actually, I know we don't know each other at all, but I get a good vibe from you. Do you have time for coffee and we can talk about what we're looking for?"
Curiously intrigued "My afternoon is completely free. I'd love to have coffee with you. Instead of coffee, how about lunch? I'm starving."
"Sounds great. There's a great place a few blocks from here. We can even walk if you'd like."
"Perfect."
Three and a half hours later the two women sat in the booth enjoying each other's company and learning more about each other.
"Would you be open to remodeling an existing home or is your heart set on building?" asked Olivia taking a bite of her grilled chicken salad.
"He's set on building but we can't find the perfect lot to build on. I'm serious, how would you feel about working with us?"
"I'm flattered that you want me to work with you, but are you sure? We just met a few hours ago. Finding and building your dream home is a serious undertaking." cautioned Olivia.
"I appreciate your honesty and yes, I'm well aware that we just met but I have great instincts with people and I feel we would work well together."
"What about your fiancé?"
"I'll handle him. I know he'll want to meet you before we get started. How about drinks Sunday night around seven?"
Looking at the woman across from her to see if she saw any hesitation, she answered, "Drinks at seven would be great. Here's my card. I'll need you to give me the directions."
"This is going to be great. I'll email you the directions later today." smiled Deidra. "I hope I haven't taken up too much of your day."
"No, not at all. I've really enjoyed talking with you. I have to say, I believe we could work well together."
"I agree." The two women left the restaurant and walked back to their vehicles. "So we'll see you Sunday evening at seven."
"I look forward to it. I'll bring some listings that fit the criteria you've given me. Thanks again for a great lunch." Olivia said shaking Deidra's hand. Before heading back toward Charming, Olivia couldn't resist the urge to go back into the home décor boutique.
***T-M***
Seeing Clay finally make his way into the clubhouse, Jax grabbed the envelope and made his way over.
"Got a minute?" asked the VP.
"Yeah. Come sit with me." said Clay walking into the chapel.
"Care to explain why Olivia Parker's sending Juice her personal information?"
Looking at Jax as if he had four heads, Clay noticed the brown envelope in his VP's hand. "I don't know why the tartlet is sending Juice info."
"Clay, don't fuckin' bullshit me. I know you asked Juice to pull her info. Why are you lookin' at her?"
"First of all, I can pull info on who ever the fuck I want to and secondly how does she know we're checking into her?"
"Don't know how she found out but she knows. Juice is scared shitless right now that you're going to kill him. Fucker turned all shades of white when he read the note."
"What note?" asked Clay.
Handing the information over to Clay, Jax watched as his stepfather read the note from his old lady's best friend.
"I thought the dumbass said he used untraceable gear to check her?"
"Well, she knows. And I know that I'm in for a shit storm when Tara learns we're checking into her. Seriously, why are you so concerned about Olivia?" questioned Jax.
Knowing Jax wasn't about to let this go, Clay slammed his fist down on the table. "It's my job to make sure everyone that comes into contact with this club is on the up and up. We can't afford to have someone bringing shit into SAMCRO."
"I get that everyone is suspect but Tara wouldn't bring someone around that could possibly hurt the club. No way. I have total faith and trust in her. She knows how important this club is." Jax said hoping Clay would drop digging into Olivia Parker.
"I trust Tara too. Hell, she's like a daughter to me but this club is my life and I'll do whatever I have to in protecting it."
"I get that. But I don't need Tara pissed at me. So what'd you find out about her?"
Glaring at his step-son, "Not a damn thing. She's clean as shit. Too clean in my opinion. She really send that shit on the note to Juice?"
"Yep. Going to give it back to her. I did look through it. Easy on the eyes and has a damn good financial brain too. Girl's got a nice bank roll." Jax said lighting up a smoke. "Got to admit, chick's got balls sending this."
"She's got balls alright. Probably like to rip mine off after the other day."
"No shit. I don't see Olivia being an issue for the club. Trust me, if I thought she was, I'd tell you."
Realizing his VP was right, the hardened biker sat back in his chair. Not willing to say his actions were wrong, hell no, Clay Morrow would rather die than admit he was wrong in anything, the SAMCRO president simply smiled. "How about we just keep this little "project" between us?"
"That's fine. Need to tell the others to keep it quiet. Everyone was outside when Juice got the package, so they know about it."
"Tell everyone to keep their mouth's shut. Need to go over the books with Bobby, then I'm going to find your mom." Clay said standing up and walking out.
"Consider it done."
***Friday night 8pm****
A week of successful runs, no police/Fed drama, all members accounted for, SAMCRO was ready for some downtime. Gemma had spent the day making sure the bar was stocked with enough alcohol and made sure the favorite sweet butts were all in attendance tonight. The guys were long over due a night of partying and Gemma was damn sure going to give it to them. Doing one last check, Gemma made her way back out into the clubhouse.
"Gemma, you need us to do anything?" asked Gina.
"No, I've got everything ready. I just you need all you girls to make sure the guys don't want for anything tonight." Gemma said patting the sweet butt on the cheek before walking away. Club girls were a part of this lifestyle but Gemma Teller Morrow didn't associate with them. She was the Queen of SAMCRO and the queen didn't slum with the lower class. Checking her watch, she was thankful that Tara and Lyla should be arriving any minute.
***Oswald Properties***
She had reviewed every contract on her desk, returned all email and voice mails that had come in today, and checked her online banking. Sitting in her office at eight forty-five on a Friday night was odd. Here she sat, thirty-three years old, single and in the prime of her life, alone and if she was honest with herself, she was okay with it. She had sent Tara a text earlier in the day that she was planning on coming by the clubhouse tonight but the more she thought about it, the more she felt uneasy about showing up. One of the many talks Tara had with her was the infamous Friday night club parties. Not that she thought she was better than anyone who may attend these parties, but she just didn't see herself standing around more than likely watching grown men and women having sex on any surface that would hold them. Then, there was that other issue. The last time she had been at the clubhouse, she ended up kissing Happy who simply left her standing alone in the hallway. To her own surprise, she had felt a spark with the silent biker since the night she'd met him in her loft. Laying her head back on her chair, she closed her eyes reminding herself that she was in Charming for work and work alone. Having recently ended a dead end four year relationship, getting involved with someone was a bad idea and fantasizing about an outlaw biker was an even worse idea.
***Clubhouse***
"You think she'd walk past a mirror before she decided on wearing that." laughed Tara watching the bottle blond do her routine on the poll. "I think Juice is in heaven right now."
"Well, alcohol can make anything look good." scoffed Gemma surveying the room. "All I care is that our boys are happy."
"I know one that better not be too damn happy." spoke Tara as she looked over at Jax who was playing pool with Tig and Happy.
"Baby girl, my son knows better than to fuck up what he has. You continue to keep his ass in line, and you'll have no problems."
Surveying the room, he took stock in what his options were. The sweet butts were out in full force tonight. Usually the girls would casually walk up to the guys in hopes of being their special girl for the night, but none of the girls ever approached Happy unless he gave them the nod. It didn't surprise him to know that all the sweet butts were afraid of him. Several had tried to get Happy to break his strict set of rules only to fail miserably and be reminded of why he was feared. He had never hit one of the club girls but the bitches knew better than to push his buttons. He viewed them solely as a means to get him off, nothing more. Seeing Tara walking toward the group, he took his shot on the table.
"Doc, you going to entertain us this evening?" asked Tig remembering how lively the VP's old lady was a few nights ago.
"You mean all these half naked women aren't entertaining enough for you Tig?" laughed Tara watching Tig's eyes find every set of breast in the room.
"Shit, hoping to be entertained by a few more before I pass the fuck out."
Turning to see Opie and Lyla walk through the door, Tara leaned into Jax's arms. "Thank God. I didn't think you'd ever get here." Tara said smiling at Lyla.
"Sorry, had to get the kids settled since we're staying here tonight. What are we drinking tonight?"
"Oh, I'm taking it slow tonight. Don't want the bitch hangover I had the other morning."
"Speaking of, where is your other partner in crime? I thought you said Olivia was coming tonight." Jax asked turning up his beer.
"She texted earlier that she was coming by." Tara said.
"I invited her to come the other day when I saw her at the diner." spoke Lyla. "I hope she comes. You two together are hilarious."
"I hope she gets here soon. I could use a little less bleach blond scenery. Sorry." Tara said remembering Lyla was blond while sending a quick text to Olivia.
"Hey, my shit's natural, no bottle here!" laughed the two old ladies. "Let's hit the bar." Lyla said pulling Tara away from Jax and heading toward the bar.
He made his shot and was drinking his beer when he heard Tara say that a certain brunette would be showing up tonight. He could immediately feel a strange feeling inside, not to mention the mere sound of her name caused his body to react in way he had never felt. Maintaining his fierce control of his reactions, he downed his beer and made his way to the bar for the next one.
Settling into their seats, the two old ladies laughed out loud watching a heavily drunk Chibs attempt to play pool with Jax. Feeling her phone vibrate, Tara reached into her pocket to check her message.
Sorry….still at the office. Not sure how much longer I'll be here. How about we do lunch or dinner tomorrow? Love ya, O
"She coming?" Jax asked seeing Tara check her phone.
"No. She's still at the office. Wants to do dinner tomorrow." Tara said frowning at Jax. "Lyla, I guess it's up to us tonight."
"Sit still. I'll go grab us a bottle." beamed Lyla as she made her way back to the bar.
She wasn't coming. Grabbing bottle from the bar, he noticed the bleach blonde over by the pole and walked back to his dorm.
***Oswald Properties***
She truly felt bad that she told Tara she wasn't coming by, but she thought it was best she avoided any run in with Clay and whoever this Juan Carlos was. Still pissed over finding out that they were doing a back ground check on her, she felt it was best for her to keep her distance ensuring Tara wouldn't be put in the middle if she decided to tell Clay Morrow to go straight to hell. Seeing that she only had a few more pages to print for her Sunday appointment, she put her shoes back on and walked to the kitchen to put her mug in the dishwasher. Walking back to her office, she put the printouts in her bag, shut off her computer and left. Checking to make sure that all the doors were locked, she made her way out of the rear entrance to the back parking lot. Sending a quick text to her mom telling her she'd call her tomorrow, she put the phone back in her purse and took out her keys. Look up she noticed someone standing by her car and stopped dead in her tracks.
Sitting on his bike beside her SUV, he couldn't take his eyes off her the minute she walked out of the building. Wearing a sleeveless dress that stopped just above her knees, his eyes trailed up from the heels on her feet, up those two well toned legs to the v-neck that showed him she no doubt had a great rack. Shit, she's fuckin' beautiful thought the biker who noticed she had not yet seen him sitting there. He could feel his heart slamming against his chest, not to mention that his normally loose jeans were now becoming somewhat snug. He just stood there and waited.
Her heart had relocated it's self in her throat. Standing by her car was the last person she expected to see tonight.
"What are you doing here?"
He didn't respond, just shifted his stance. In the daylight this man was the most intimidating man she'd ever encountered but standing a few feet from him at night was downright eerie. He just stared at her with no expression at all. Walking around him to open her door, she tossed her purse into the passenger seat and turned to face him, deciding she was going to make him answer her question, she remained silent. They stood there in the poorly lit parking lot staring at each other.
"Why are you here by yourself this late?" he finally asked breaking the awkward silence. "You shouldn't be walking out alone."
"I have a meeting to prepare for and I'm not normally here this late. You still haven't answered my question. What are you doing here?" she boldly asked the outlaw biker standing in front of her. Before he could answer, she heard her phone ring. Turning to retrieve her phone, she saw it was Tristan.
"Hey sweetie." Olivia said answering the call. She immediately knew something was wrong when she heard the young girl crying on the other end.
Suddenly alarmed, she turned back toward the building away from Happy. "Tristan, honey, what's wrong?"
In between sobs, the young girl finally found her voice, "Can you please come get me? I want to go home." cried Tristan.
"Of course. Give me the address and I'll be right there. Honey, calm down. Can you tell me the address?" Olivia said reaching into her purse to grab something to write on.
He immediately knew something was wrong. He could tell by her face that the young girl was not okay. Going into protective mode, he found himself standing right behind her, as she wrote down the address.
"Tristan, I'll be right there. I promise, I'm on my way." Olivia said ending the call, throwing her phone in the cup holder. Turning around she slammed into Happy as he put his hands on either side of her waist to steady her.
"I have to go. Tristan's upset. I need to go." as she turned to get into the car but couldn't as he wouldn't let go of her. "Happy, I need to go."
"Give me your keys." said the biker.
"What?" she questioned.
"Give me your keys. You need to get there quickly and you're still learning your way around here. I'll drive" he said gently moving her aside to reach in the car for the keys. She didn't have the desire or time to argue with him. She just needed to get to Tristan. Running around to the passenger door, she climbed in, watching him adjust the seat, start the SUV and pull out. She was imaging the worst, Tristan sounded completely distraught on the phone. Fidgeting with her necklace, she didn't hear Happy asking her questions.
"Hey. Olivia?" he said reaching over grabbing her left hand that was gripping her seat. "What she say?"
Feeling his hand on hers, she turned her head toward him. "What?"
"What Tristan say?" he repeated.
"Just that she needed me to come get her. She sounds so upset."
"Where's Elliott?"
"He had a business meeting tonight. Tristan was having a sleep over. I need to call Elliott."
"Let's get her before you call him." Happy said still holding her hand in his, noticing he was rubbing his thumb over the top of her hand. Quickly making their way to the address, he noticed how stressed Olivia looked as she stared out the window. Turning into the driveway, he saw her already unbuckle her seat belt and reach for the door. She turned seeing him put the car in park and start to get out.
Grabbing onto his shoulder, "Just wait here. I don't want her to feel ambushed." she said hoping he'd understand. Getting out of the car, she quickly made her way to the front door to see Tristan standing there with her friend's mother. Immediately she reached out pulling the young girl into a hug.
"Honey, are you okay?" Olivia asked pulling back from Tristan so she could look at her. "Are you hurt?"
"No." she cried as she tried to calm herself down. "I just want to go home."
Wrapping her arms around her, Olivia looked back toward Mrs. Spencer "Did something happen?"
"The girls were watching a movie and my oldest son who's home from college came in and forgot not to sneak up on her. He put his arms around her from behind. I promise you he didn't mean to upset her. He's completely devastated about what's happened."
"Oh no. I'm sure he didn't mean it."
"No, Dylan knows about everything, but he's been at school and just forgot. I'm so sorry. Tristan, honey, I'm really sorry this happened."
Still wrapped in Olivia's arms, Tristan managed to turn her head acknowledging the apology. Looking up to Olivia, "I just want to go home." said the broken girl.
"We're going honey. Thank you. I'm sure everything will be fine." Olivia said turning to walk Tristan to the car.
"I'm sorry you had to come get me." Tristan said trying to wipe the tears from her cheeks.
"I'm happy to come get you. I'm just sorry you're upset."
As they got closer to the car, the young girl noticed someone in the car. "Who's with you?"
Looking like she had been caught red-handed, "Happy." was all she said continuing to walk with Tristan to the car. Opening the back door she helped Tristan inside and climbed in behind her.
Happy had intently watched the entire scene. He saw how Tristan clung to Olivia and how she instantly comforted the young girl. Turning toward the back seat, he watched both of them get settled. Exchanging a glance with Olivia, he pulled out of the driveway.
"Can you take us to my place?" Olivia asked gently stroking Tristan's hair as she laid with her head on her lap. He didn't respond, just shook his head yes and continued on. Within minutes the odd threesome pulled into the parking garage and made their way up to Olivia's unit. Opening the door, she tossed her purse onto the counter and walked Tristan over to the couch. Easing the fragile girl down, she wrapped the throw around her and sat down on the ottoman. With the light above the sink being the only light on, Olivia could tell even in the poorly lit room that Tristan was an emotional wreck. Fighting back her own tears, she gently took her hand in hers.
"Can I get you something to drink?" she asked hoping she could do something to help her.
"No. I just want to lay down." she softly spoke as she turned herself to lie on the couch.
Covering her completely with the throw, she sat there and watched the twelve year old close her eyes. Feeling completely useless, she turned to see Happy standing by the door looking like he was ready to murder someone. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, Olivia stood up and made her way over to him.
"She okay?" he asked genuinely concerned about the girl.
"No, she's not." she said. As soon as she said the words a thought came to her. Tig. Seeing Tristan's purse on the floor, she opened the bag to find her phone. Scanning her saved numbers, she found the one she needed. Hitting the call button, she prayed he would answer.
Having just received the only blow job he'd had in a week, Tig was the happiest man on earth right now. He's just popped the top off a beer and was going to make his way back to the party when he heard his phone start ringing. "Midget, why you up so late?"
"Tig?" said Olivia, causing Happy to immediately turn toward her. "It's Olivia Parker."
"Where's Tristan?" was all he asked.
"She's with me at my place. Can you come over here? She's very upset and I think you can help her."
"On my way." was all he said as he hung up and made his way out.
Closing the phone, Olivia noticed Happy was looking at her like she had two heads. "What" she said as quietly as she could. Placing Tristan's phone back in her bag, she looked back at him then made her way over to Tristan. She hadn't moved but she had stopped crying which Olivia hoped was a good sign. She prayed that whatever bond that Tig and Tristan shared could help her tonight. Sitting down on the ottoman, she hoped Tig would get here quickly. Within a few minutes of that thought, there was a knock on the door. Seeing that Happy had already started to the door, she remained seated.
Making his way over to Olivia's place, the thoughts going through his mind were causing his blood pressure to boil. Finally reaching her door, he knocked not knowing what shape Tristan would be in. With the door opening, he was stunned to find who was on the other side.
"Hap?"
Stepping aside to let him in, he couldn't help but notice the look of utter confusion on Tig's face. He himself had the same look on his face as to why Tig was called to help calm down Tristan. Now wasn't the time for explaining as he watched his brother walk right past him and over to where Tristan was. Standing up as soon as she saw Tig walk through her door, she moved back over toward Happy who was still standing by the front door.
"I need to call Elliott. I'll be right back." said Olivia as she walked down the short hall to her bedroom.
Happy was completely stunned. His closest SAMRCO brother was comforting the daughter of the club's strongest ally in the loft of the woman who had been on his mind for days. He couldn't hear what Tig and Tristan were talking about but he knew it must be helping seeing that Tristan was now sitting up. Not wanting to pry, he moved over into the kitchen to give the two more privacy. Leaning back against the counter, he looked down the hall seeing Olivia making her way back into the room. He immediately noticed she was now shorter. Seeing she was barefoot, he couldn't help but let his eyes wonder over her again for a second time tonight.
She walked back into the room noticing that Tig got Tristan to sit up and talk to him. Seeing that Happy had moved into the kitchen area, she made her way over.
"Elliott's on his way. Should be here in about twenty minutes." she quietly said looking over toward her couch. "I don't know how to help her."
"She looks better." Happy said looking directly at Olivia. Feeling his intense eyes staring at her, she turned toward the refrigerator and grabbed a bottled water. The twosome broke their staring contest hearing movement from the living room.
"Olivia, can I go wash my face?" Tristan asked walking towards her.
"Of course. You can use my bathroom." said Olivia.
The young girl turned to walk down the hallway but stopped. Turning back around she made her way back over to Tig. "Thank you for helping me." she said making the hardened biker's heart melt. "No problem, Midget. Anytime, remember." he said giving her a wink and sweet smile. Feeling a lot better, Tristan turned and made her way to Olivia's bathroom.
The odd threesome were now standing somewhat huddled near her door. She could tell by the look on Happy's face that he was trying to figure out what in the hell was happening. In fact, Tig had the same exact look toward Happy. Deciding that she was the odd woman out, she made her way into her bathroom to check on Tristan.
The SAMCRO S.A.A and the club hit man stood in silence waiting for the other to explain how each of them ended up at Olivia's loft. Realizing that neither one wanted to volunteer any info, they simply continued to stare at each other. Hearing Olivia walking back in the room, Tig couldn't help but notice Happy's eyes followed her every move.
"I'm goin' head back to the clubhouse. Certain set of twins that you use some Tig lovin'. You ready to roll?" Tig asked.
"Yeah." was all Happy said still looking at Olivia. Tig's eyes looked back and forth between the two, starting to feel like the odd man out. Yeah…something's happening here.
Realizing the two men probably needed to go, "Thank you for helping her. I honestly didn't know what to do." Olivia said directed at Tig. Looking back toward Happy, "and thank you for driving me over there." she politely said. She just remembered that Happy's bike was at her office. Walking over to the table by the door, she opened a drawer pulling out her valet key. "Take my car back to the office so you can get your bike." handing Happy the key. "Just lock the key inside and I can get someone to take me over there tomorrow."
Thankfully Tristan walked back into the living room breaking up the awkward moment between the three.
"Your dad should be here anytime now." Olivia said walking over to sit with Tristan on the couch.
"Midget, I'll see you soon." said Tig as he opened the door.
"Thanks again Tig." Tristan said finally showing a smile. The two women watched as the two outlaw bikers walked out and closed the door. Turning her attention back toward the young girl, she felt relief seeing Tristan perk back up.
"You feel better?"
"Yeah, just really tired though." Tristan said as she and Olivia sat in silence for the next ten minutes.
The two bikers made their way down to the parking garage both still wanting the other to spill why they each ended up Olivia's loft. Raising an eyebrow at Happy, Tig couldn't help the smirk on his face.
"What?" barked Happy now looking at Tig for answers. Starting to feel like he was being interrogated, Tig cautiously responded.
"You didn't see me here tonight and I didn't see you. Deal?" Tig stated praying his overly quiet brother was not going to start wanting to talk.
"Deal." Happy said relieved he didn't have to explain why he was here when he didn't even know himself. With that resolved for now the men left pulled out both headed back to T-M. Quickly making his way back over to Olivia's office, he locked her key in the console, strapped on his helmet and cranked his bike. Next stop, pussy central.
"Elliott should be here soon." spoke Olivia just as there was a knock on the door. Quickly making her way over, she looked through the peep hole and opened the door to a worried father.
"Sweetie are you okay? I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner." Elliott said holding Tristan close to him.
"I'm okay now, Daddy. I just want to go home and sleep."
"You sure you're okay?"
"Yeah. I'm okay. Can we go home now?"
"Sure." he said placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. The two stood up and walked toward the door stopping in front of Olivia.
"Thank you Olivia." Tristan softly said reaching out to hug the brunette.
"Anytime, sweetie. Get some rest okay."
Smiling up to Olivia, Tristan reached for her dad's hand and started out the door. Elliott mouthed "thank you" to his associate and refocused his attention back on his daughter grateful she appeared to be okay. Watching the two get into the elevator, Olivia closed and locked her door, mentally exhausted from the odd night she had just had. Leaning back against the door she closed her eyes and exhaled, giving herself a few minutes to regroup.
Knock…Knock…
Her eyes flew open hearing the knock on the door behind her. "Did you forget something?" she asked as she opened the door only to be completely surprised for the second time tonight.
"Nope. Change clothes. Taking you to get your car tonight." Happy said, smirking on the inside that he again caught her off guard. Taking a step toward her, he noticed that she stepped back and to the side allowing him to walk through the door.