To her surprise having the two prospects at her condo every morning was less irritating than she first thought it would be. Not that she had forgotten how Clay left no other option for her other than agree to it, Olivia had grown to actually like Reed and Johnny, often seeing first hand they were nervous when she was home. Finishing her makeup, she walked out of her bedroom, shutting the door before walking down the hall.
"Morning Olivia." spoke Reed seeing the object of a lot of his x-rated dreams walk into the room.
"Good morning, guys. How are you both today?" she asked, walking into the kitchen.
"Not bad. What about yourself?" replied Johnny, doing his best to keep his obvious visual sweep of her body to a minimum.
"Good." she said giving a small smile back to the twenty-something. "I'm going to finish up. There's some leftover Chinese if either of you would like it." she stated walking back toward her bedroom.
Turning toward the windows, Johnny made his way over to see Reid looking through the scope. "I'm seriously tired of recon duty. I want in on some action."
Pulling back from the scope, "Look, this wouldn't be my first choice either, but I want my patch. The quicker we get intel on Anthony Weston, the faster we'll be doing something else. So shut up and stop bitchin' already."
The second she heard the name Anthony Weston come out of Reed's mouth she stopped in the hallway. How do I know that name? she thought no longer hearing the two prospects talking. Making her presence known, "I'm leaving." she said grabbing her purse and walking out.
"See ya." spoke Reed, watching her walk out.
"Fuck, that is one sexy bitch." commented Johnny.
***T-M***
"Books are solid. This deal with Laroy is proving to be quite lucrative." stated Bobby giving his brothers an update on the club's cash flow. "Koz, I still need the numbers from Tacoma." he said to the SAMTAC S.A.A.
"Waiting on Slade to call." was his response looking at his phone.
"Runs are set for the week. Hap, you meeting Laroy for the drop off?" asked Clay.
"Yeah. Heading out around lunch. Should be back before Tig and I head out tonight." the club assassin stated.
"I need Tig with me." he said watching Tig nod back in response. "Talking to Elliott about using another warehouse. Need to meet him there before he heads out of town."
"Anything else?" asked Jax to the table, seeing everyone look to one another shaking their heads.
"With that, how about we go make some money." Clay said slamming the gavel down.
Everyone filed out of church, heading in different directions. Seeing Happy head toward his dorm, Koz made his way behind him. "Have to give it to ya. This deal with Laroy is sweet. Guess it makes your transfer to Charming worth while."
"It's worked out." Hap replied. "Got no complaints."
"Yeah, you seem to be settling in nicely here. You bored yet with the lack of action?"
Looking over his shoulder as he switched out his handgun, "Plenty of action here.".
"Man, I'm not talking about pussy. I'm talking about serious shit. Been here over a week and hadn't had the first shit kickin' yet. Town's a fuckin' drag, man."
Tired of hearing Koz whining, "Club's doing well. Shit's handled. Can't ask for more." turning and walking back into the hallway. "Need to head out." he said, watching Koz clue in and get the hell out of his dorm.
"Shit, I need some action man."
Gripping the neck of his obviously stressed out brother, "Keeping Charming quite is priority. Guess you're going to need to get your action balls deep in some bitch." Happy smirked.
"No shit." he said, walking back into the clubhouse.
"Jax, I'll check in shortly." Happy said giving a nod to his VP as he made his way outside.
"Give Laroy our appreciation." said Jax, lighting up a smoke.
Sitting down at the bar, he saw Bobby and Chibs approaching. "Is it always this dull here?" Koz asked noticing Tig had walked back in the clubhouse.
"Man, we've had enough shit recently with the Feds. Quite time is highly welcomed." spoke Bobby pouring himself another cup of coffee.
"Tacoma can't be any better than Charming?" asked Chibs.
Deciding to change the subject, "Yeah, about the same." said Koz, throwing a glance over toward Tig. "Think I'll use this down time to concentrate on a certain sexy ass brunette. Can't fuckin' wait to see Tig vote me in."
Looking up from the bike magazine, "Dude, you really need to give that dream up." Tig said, laughing out loud at the notion Koz would ever fuck Olivia.
"Fucker, you're going to feel real stupid when I tap that fine ass of hers. It's alright though. I'll wait awhile before making you vote me in." Bobby and Chibs sat quietly waiting for the two hot heads to clash.
Hearing the banter between the two, Jax made his way over. "What the hell are you two into about this time?" the VP asked, hoping the two would keep their shit in check.
"Well, you see Jacky boy, Koz here believes he's going to bed the lovely Olivia." Chibs said, "and if..."
"Not if, When." boldly stated Koz.
"When, he does Tigger has said he'd vote him in SAMCRO." Chibs finished, picking up his bottle.
Looking between the two idiots, "You're both fuckin' crazy." said Jax shaking his head. "Last time I checked, she hadn't even noticed your ass, Koz."
Shaking his head, "Oh, but she has. Talked to her a few times."
"Yeah, you've talked and she's walked away." laughed Tig, enjoying watching Koz getting pissed.
"First of all, ain't no way in hell you gettin' her. Second, someone's already beat you too it."
The four men stood speechless, each looking at each other. "What da ya know?" questioned Chibs.
"Don't know who, but her bed had someone in it this weekend." Jax confirmed.
"You're lying." whined Koz.
"You shittin' us?" Tig asked intrigued.
"Nah, my intel came from Tara. Shit, she doesn't even know who it was. Driving her fuckin' crazy wanting to know." Jax laughed remembering his very frustrated old lady.
"Well Koz", said Bobby, "at least you have your dreams!" he finished laughing at the now irritated biker.
"Shit. Just cause she had some pussy ass in her bed this weekend, doesn't mean I won't be in it very soon." he said standing up from the bar and walking out.
***Oswald Properties***
The morning was turning out to be very productive with she and Christy making an effective assembly line preparing the prospective homeowner packages. Her mind still trying to process what she had overheard this morning between the prospects. She had been under the impression they were spying only on Ethan Zobelle, but she now knew Anthony Weston was also involved. Remembering the night Tig and Happy had surprised her, she now recalled Happy mentioning Weston's name.
"From day one, Zobelle's made it clear that he intends to rid Charming of us bad bikers, so how ironic is it that the daughter of Charmings wealthiest man who just happens to be a friend and ally of the club is attacked and raped. No way was it random." he said turning to face her.
"You said Zobelle had someone attack her. Do you know who?"
Not sure if he should tell her anymore than he already had, "We have our suspicions."
"We?"
"Club thinks it was Zobelle's right hand, Weston, who actually attacked her."
Olivia immediately felt a wave of nausea hit her. Could Anthony Weston really be the man who raped Tristan? she thought. Now horrified, she now remembered she had actually met the asshole here at Oswald Properties and that her co-worker Mark was supposed to be showing him property.
"You okay Olivia?" asked Christy, continuing to assemble packages. "You look pale."
"Yeah, I'm fine." she replied. "I'm going to get some water. You want anything?"
"No, but I'm starving. You want to order lunch?"
Making her way to the kitchen, "Call the order in and I'll go pick it up." Olivia said, opening the bottled water.
***Outside Charming***
"It's good to see ya man" spoke Laroy giving his lifelong friend a manly hug.
"Ride up okay?" Happy asked, lighting a smoke.
"Yeah. No issues." Pulling an envelope from his inside coat pocket, "Fifty thousand down, another fifty at the next drop." handing the package to Happy.
Having known Laroy since childhood, Happy knew he didn't even need to count it. Laroy might not be SAMCRO, but Happy still considered him a brother, hell they might as well be family for all the shit the two of them had done together and helped each other get out of. Loyalty between the two men was as important to each of them as the clubs they were affiliated with. Both men grew up in a bad part of Oakland, having to learn at a young age the meaning of kill or be killed.
Leaning back against his Range Rover, Laroy took in the quietness of the deserted road and noticed his friend was relaxed as well. In the thirty years he'd known Happy, the man standing across from him was always on alert, always visually sweeping the area, never wanting to be caught off guard. But today, he appeared relaxed and pardon the pun, happy.
"How's your mom?"
"Good. Treatments still working." he replied, now leaning back against his bike. "Everything in Oakland quiet?"
Smirking, "Quiet as a sleeping baby. My crew is very pleased with our little arrangement."
"Happy to help you out, brother." he replied with a small grin on his face.
"Wanted to let you know, Deidra and I are having Olivia over for dinner Saturday night. She's got some plans for our new house. Just want to make sure you know she'll be heading down my way." Laroy spoke, his eyes watching for Happy's reaction. Ever since the night he walked into his private room at the club to find Happy and Olivia so close together, he had been wondering if there was something going on between them.
He had been looking out into the distance when he heard her name. Immediately turning his head toward Laroy, he wanted to wipe off the smirk his friend was failing to hide on his face.
"Thanks for the heads up."
"Beautiful woman. Got brains too." commented Laroy. "Can't imagine a man who could ignore her."
Rolling his head side to side, Happy knew Laroy was baiting him. Shithead. Nope, he wasn't going to fall for it. He didn't discuss his private life and sure as hell didn't want to discuss Olivia.
He had to admit, seeing his hard ass friend the slightest bit uncomfortable was downright funny. He knew Happy didn't talk about his private life, never gave details. But he couldn't help it, he had seen with his own eyes that Happy was intrigued by Olivia, and she looked comfortable with him. Had he not seen for himself the little private goodbye they shared outside his bar, he wouldn't have given it a second thought. But he had witnessed Olivia leaving Happy with nothing but a kiss on his cheek before she pulled off and Happy intently staring at her as she left. Yep, something's going on.
"Dee really likes her. Already thinking of any decent single men she could set her up with."
"THE FUCK!" yelled Happy, instantly regretting his outburst seeing the reaction on Laroy's face. Shit Shit Shit he thought, shaking his head at his friend.
Laroy couldn't help laughing. Never had he seen Happy react about a woman, but he could understand why. Olivia Parker had impressed him considerably at their first meeting. "So what's the deal between you two?" seeing Happy look at him like he had three heads, "Man, don't even try and deny that something's not going on between you two. I have eyes."
Rubbing his hand over his face, he looked back at Laroy, knowing he had been played just like he had with Tig. Slick fucker! "I honestly don't know."
"You don't know?"
Shaking his head, "Ain't got a fuckin' clue." he replied, leaning back against his bike.
"The two of you looked downright comfortable the other night. It's understandable why you couldn't keep your eyes off of her." Laroy commented, receiving a glare from Happy in return. "Hey, Dee's my world and I'll never fuck up what I have with her, but I can still appreciate seeing a beautiful woman."
Happy couldn't disagree with him. She was beautiful. She was also the sexiest woman he had ever seen, and he'd seen his share over the years. But it was something else that she possessed, something hidden, that was drawing him to her. His mind thought back to the other night...
He could feel her tightening around him again, his cock threatening to break from the sheer exquisite pain, but he couldn't stop...he didn't want to stop. Being inside this stunning woman laying beneath him was like nothing he had ever felt. Moving his mouth from kissing her neck up to whisper in her ear...
"Cum for me Olivia." he spoke, barely above a whisper, but he knew she had heard him, hearing her whimper at his command, feeling her hands sliding up and down his back, now gripping his ass, pulling him deeper inside of her. The feel of her falling over the edge, sent him spiraling over as well, for the second time. Looking down at her, he shifted his weight, while staying buried inside of her, with nothing between them. His eyes wouldn't allow him to look away from her, and seeing those two green eyes stare back at him, he realized he had no desire to move from where he currently was. Tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, he moved his tattooed muscular arms on either side of her head, encasing her beneath him, again not allowing her to move one inch away from him. He felt her hands make a slow path up his back to now feel them gently massaging his neck. Closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling, a low growl escaped his mouth. Opening his eyes, he slowly lowered his head, his eyes never leaving hers as their lips met, starting another round of long, slow, deep kissing that he could feel throughout his entire body...
"Hap? Man you alright?"
Shaking his head, "Yeah, I'm fine." he replied, standing up from his bike and taking a few steps.
"So tell me, were you just fantasizing...or was that a memory you just had?" asked Laroy, knowing Olivia Parker was just flowing through Happy's mind.
Cutting his eyes over to Laroy, "Fuckin' think your psychic or something now?" he bluntly asked.
Deciding he's pushed enough, "Don't think I have that ability brother. Need to head back down. Give your boys my best and I'll see ya soon." he said, starting to open his door, "probably Saturday night."
Looking over at Laroy smirking face, Happy had never wanted to hit his friend until now, "go home you fucker." he said, buckling his helmet. Waiting for him to get some distance, Happy slowly pulled off, headed back to T-M.
***Oswald Properties***
"I'll be back Wednesday evening." Elliott said looking between Christy and Olivia. "Christy, the deposits are ready. Just be sure there at the bank before five today."
"Actually heading there in about an hour. I'll drop them on my way to meet Shawn for dinner."
"Have a safe flight." spoke Olivia, smiling at her boss.
"Will do. See you both Thursday morning."
The two women turned to face each other as the lobby door closed. Her mind immediately refocusing on learning that Anthony Weston was the number one suspect in Tristan's rape, she placed her hand lightly against her stomach, feeling another wave of nausea coming on.
"If it's okay, I'll finish these files and go ahead to the bank with the deposits."
"Of course. We're in great shape with the buyer packages. I really appreciate your help." replied Olivia as the two made their way out of the lobby.
"No problem. You're great to work with. I'll let you know when I'm leaving." Christy said returning to her desk.
Olivia just shook her head and made her way down the hall to her office. Walking to her desk, she pulled the leather notebook from her bag and sat down. Glancing toward her door, she opened the note book, pulling a folded paper from the very back. She slowly opened the paper, suddenly sickened by what stared back at her. Her mind raced with questions...Was this Anthony Weston?...Was he Tristan's rapist?...Should she tell someone?. The questions looped through her mind over and over again as she flipped through the three drawings she had found in Tristan's notebook. Tristan had to have had contact with this man, how else would she have known such personal details like his tattoos that would be hidden under his clothing. Hearing Christy walking down the hall, she quickly hid the drawings and started checking her email.
"I'm leaving. The phones are forwarded and I'm locking the front door. Mark should be by shortly so you're alone until then." Christy said, pulling her keys from her purse. "See you tomorrow."
"Have a great evening." she said, waving back.
She leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes in an attempt to slow her mind down, but it didn't help. Learning of Tristan's brutal rape brought back horrific memories of finding Tara tied to her bed and raped, completely broken at the hands of a man who claimed to have loved her. She couldn't imagine how terrified Tristan must have been the night she was attacked and what she had to endure each day knowing he was still out there. Hearing someone come down the hall, she composed herself, waiting to see who it was.
"Hi. Where is everyone?" Mark asked sitting down across from Olivia.
"Elliott's on his way to Sacramento, Christy's at the bank and taking the rest of the afternoon off, and I'm not sure where anyone else is." she answered taking a sip of her iced tea. "How are you?"
"Good. Just put the Academy Street house under contract and closing a pre-sale in Huntscroft tomorrow. Now if I could get Mr. Weston to settle on something, I would be very happy."
Hearing Anthony Weston's name caused her to feel sick to her stomach. Quickly turning toward her computer, she prayed that Mark didn't see her discomfort.
"You would think after seeing every listing in his price range, he'd pick something considering he's insistent that he needs to buy something quickly."
Desperate to not look uncomfortable, "well, we know how buyer's can be." she replied.
"Well, between me and you" Mark said leaning forward, "this man is weird." he finished sitting back in the chair.
Quickly turning her head, "How so?" she asked, extremely curious to know what he meant by weird.
Taking a minute before he spoke, "I don't know. There's just something odd about him."
Hearing Mark state that he felt Anthony Weston was odd was just one more strike against a person she didn't even know, but feared had done the unforgivable, violating an innocent young girl. It wasn't until now that she realized the potentially bad place Mark could be in by working with Weston. If this man who belonged to a racist organization was to ever find out his real estate agent was gay, she could only fear what he would do to Mark.
Without even thinking about what she was saying, "Let me help. I can meet with him about his decorating questions and hope that it will help him make a decision on buying."
Looking at her questionably, "Are you sure? I didn't get that you were interested in working with him." Mark commented.
Quick with her response, "True, but I wasn't sure I would have the time to take on a potential client. Let me do this for you. I'll call him and set up a meeting. Hopefully, helping him decide on his decor could push him to buy quicker, getting you paid."
His face lit up at the mention of a potential commission check, "Now that is something I can handle. Let me go get his number for you." Mark said, walking to his office.
***T-M***
"When you two get back, meet us over at Diamonds." spoke Chibs, letting Happy and Tig know where they'd be after their night run.
"Hey! The redhead is mine!" yelled Tig, strapping his helmet on. Nodding to Hap, he pulled out ready to get this run completed and get back to a stripper.
***Oswald Properties***
This had to be the dumbest idea she had ever had. What in the hell was I thinking? kept screaming through her head as she rechecked the conference room. She had made a quick trip home to change into a more conservative outfit, pants and a long sleeve top and was thankful that the two prospects were already gone before she got there. Now back at the office she was stuck. It was too late to call this meeting off. She would just have to force herself to go through with it. She couldn't lie to herself. A huge part of her was praying that what she was thinking was wrong, that the man she was about to meet with wasn't the man who had raped Tristan Oswald. Hearing the office doorbell, she was pulled from her thoughts and slowly made her way into the lobby. Swallowing the huge lump in her throat, she bravely gave a small smile and unlocked the door.
"Mr. Weston, I'm glad you could meet with me this evening."