***Chicago***

"UGH!" Applying her favorite rose lip liner, she paused looking at herself in the bathroom mirror. She couldn't deny they were playing a very dangerous game but she wouldn't give him up. He was her ideal perfect man; corporate job with a huge salary, drive, ambition and old family money. The only problem was the two carat solitaire already on her left hand. Staring down at the simple ring, she pushed the feeling of guilt away, and started reapplying her liner. It wasn't her fault this affair had started. He was the one who initiated it. She just didn't stop it then and wouldn't stop it now. No one knew and they both agreed to keep it that way.

***Highway 29 Motel***

He lit a smoke, throwing a glance over to the naked woman still in the bed. He hadn't paid any attention last night after they left Diamonds that the bitch was obviously older than he thought. Wanting her out, he kicked her leg. "You need to roll." he said, standing and walking into the small bathroom, slamming the door and starting the shower. He stood under the water, his mind flashing back to the day before and finding Happy standing half naked at Olivia's. Fuckin' bitch!, he growled. "Fuck Tig and Hap." he said to himself. Turning off the shower, he quickly dried himself off, his fury building. No way was he going to let Tig play him like this. Nope, he'd get even. Walking back into the room, his overnight guest wasn't moving fast enough. "Darling, you gotta roll. I got business to handle." he said, taking her by the arm and walking her to the door.

"How about we do this again tonight?" she asked, her hands slowly trailing down his bare chest, giving him her best sexy smile.

Not one for a whiny bitch, "How about you let me handle some shit and I'll call you." he replied, knowing damn well he didn't have her number, much less her name. With her out the door, he turned the lock and quickly dialed a number. After a few rings, his contact finally picked up.

"What do I owe this early morning call?" the man on the other end asked.

"We need to meet. Need to head back up to Tacoma in a few days and I need some samples to ensure our buyers the shit is worth it." Koz stated, lighting up another smoke.

"How much ya talking about?"

"Nothing major. A few eight balls should give them enough of a taste."

"Shouldn't be a problem. Ain't doing the drop in Charming though. Don't want your brothers gettin' wind of our little business arrangement. When you wanna meet?"

"Gonna head out Sunday afternoon. Meet me at the access road off of Route 21 at two."

"See ya then." Darby said before hanging up.

Clearing the call off his phone, Koz slide his cut on, grabbed his keys and walked out.

***Olivia's***

Some how during the night, they had shifted and he was now laying partly on top of her, his face buried in the crook of her neck, their legs still intertwined and his arms still firmly around her. With his eyes still closed, he couldn't stop the urge to inhale her scent, his nose just under her ear. He slid his arm down her body, his hand slowly caressing her ass, pulling her body closer to his. He felt her turn more toward him, her face now even closer to his. His hand began traveling back up her body, feeling the bottom of her cami. Unable to stop himself, his hand slipped underneath, finding smooth, warm skin that felt like butter. His lips started nipping just under her ear, slowly moving under her chin. The soft moan that fell from her mouth caused every ounce of blood in his body to gather below his waist. He was now wide awake watching her body come alive at his touch. Using his left arm to brace himself above her, his right hand found a path to her breasts. Damn this woman drove him crazy he thought as he began to softly massage her breast, feeling her nipple harden. "Hmmmm" she moaned again, this time unable to keep the low growl from exiting his mouth. He lowered his head, placing his lips against hers, lightly kissing her while his hand continued stoking her chest. He kissed her again, letting his lips linger a little longer this time, feeling her start to respond. He pulled back slightly and just stared. Her hand that had been resting on his chest, slowly made it's way up to his neck as her eyes began to flutter open. Those same flashes of color again came into focus at the same time she recognized the hot, firm body that she was partially underneath. She couldn't focus on keeping her eyes open for the feel of his hand on her that now was slowly moving down her body. There was no space between them from the waist down and his arousal was more than evident, immediately sending heat throughout her body as she was finally able to fully wake up. He was staring at her. No expression on his face, just those two rich chocolate eyes that made her feel light headed looking down at her. She felt his hand almost kneading her ass cheek while feeling his hard on against her inner thigh. Staring back up at him she began to wonder if she had dreamed that he just kissed her. She looked at her hand as she traced the tattoo circling his neck, but felt her eyes being pulled back to his.

"Hi." she softly said ending the silence between them. He just continued to stare at her, his hand ever so slowly making its way up her side.

"Hey." he replied, his voice thick with sleep. He glanced at her cheek, noticing her bruise was a lot less prominent. Looking back into her eyes, he felt his control slipping, his need and desire to fall deep inside of her rushing to the surface. His hand had found its way back to the underside of her breast, his thumb again brushing over her nipple.

"Hmmm" softly came from her mouth as he felt her leg slide over his. Seeing her lick her full lips snapped his control. He lowered his head, his lips covering hers, feeling her hands now cupping his face. She immediately responded, kissing him back. After just a few seconds, he pulled back, searching her eyes. Her hands, still on either side of his face, she lightly ran her thumbs across his jawline, then slowly moving her hands down his neck then using her fingers to glide over his chest, feeling him twitch under her touch, his eyes closing enjoying the sensation.

"Happy?" she whispered, his eyes snapping open. He didn't speak, just stared back at her. "I want to kiss you."

He didn't want to give her the opportunity to change her mind. His lips met hers, as they both gave in. He was going to kiss her until her lips bled. This woman brought out desires in him he never knew he had, and damn if he wasn't enjoying it. Moving his body to rest completely on top of her, he settled himself between her legs, instantly feeling the heat radiating from her. She brought her left leg up and around his waist, pulling him even closer to her. She moaned feeling their tongues battling for control, his ultimately winning out as she let go and surrendered to him. He could feel the little bit of control he still had quickly slipping away as she ran her hands all over his chest. Slowly pulling out of the kiss, he grabs her hands, pulling them over her head, their fingers interlocking together. She looked up at him through her lust filled eyes, realizing he was stopping things. Confused at his sudden hesitation, "What's wrong?", she asked her breathing still uneven.

He slowly shook his head unable to hide the smirk forming on his lips, "Not a damn thing." he whispered not letting her respond as he started kissing her again. The voice in her head was screaming YES! as she felt his lips on her, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth and his hands were gently squeezing hers as his lower body was slowly grinding against her. She snapped his control as he felt her arch up against him. Releasing her hands, he growled into her mouth, still kissing her as his hands frantically sought out the bottom of her cami, his goal to rip it off her. He reluctantly pulled his lips from her, kissing a path down her neck, finding her breasts through the thin top currently preventing him from putting his mouth around them.

KNOCK...KNOCK...KNOCK

Pulling her top off, he flung it somewhere behind him, his only thought was putting his mouth on both of her fantastic tits. She gasped feeling his mouth find her nipple, a wave of pleasure shooting straight through her. While his tongue pleasured one, his hand found the other. Her own hands found his firm ass, as she couldn't fight her need to pull him closer to her, earning another low growl from the man above her.

KNOCK...KNOCK...KNOCK

He paused his current actions, feeling her hands working their way up his back. "Happy" she whimpered, her body on complete overload. He quickly brought his face back up to hers, giving her a quick yet thorough kiss, "Shhh. Somebody's at the door." He said plotting the death of whoever the fuck was taking his attention of away from the woman he was still on top of.

KNOCK...KNOCK...KNOCK

"Shit!" he said pulling his body away from the heat of hers, finding his jeans on the chair. Quickly and carefully pulling them on, he grabbed his piece and headed for the door. "Stay here." he turned and said, groaning at seeing her putting her cami back on, her breasts again hidden from him. He shut her bedroom door and stalked down the hall. The safety flipped off, he was fully prepared to shoot whoever was at the door, until he looked through the peephole.

Elliott Oswald had not expected to find Happy Lowman answering her door this morning, but after the conversation he'd had with Clay and Jax late last night, nothing surprised him at the moment. He hadn't slept at all. Learning who had raped his twelve year daughter had left him enraged, unsettled and desperate to inflict triple the amount of pain the bastard had caused his daughter. Finally able to bottle his anger, he spent the night sitting in the quite darkness of Tristan's bedroom, watching his beautiful daughter and praying that whatever Tig had planned for Anthony Weston would have the devil himself terrified. "Is Olivia here?" he asked, seeing Happy nod then move aside to let him in.

"Yeah. She just woke up a few minutes ago." he responded walking back toward her bedroom, his piece in his hand. Opening her door, he saw her just as she went into the bathroom. He quickly dressed while walking into her bathroom just in time to see her pulling a pair of navy blue lounge pants over her ass. "Elliott's here." he spoke seeing her turn around quickly.

"Something wrong?"

He just shook his head no and walked over to her not stopping until he was standing just inches from her. "Clay and Jax told him about Weston last night."

Looking up at him, "Oh." she said, her mind now racing with how difficult last night must have been for her boss. "This has to be a nightmare for him.", she stated pulling on the jacket that matched her pants. Seeing him staring at her, "What?" but he didn't say anything, just rubbed his thumb over her now barely bruised cheek, then lowered his head, lightly kissing her lips before turning and leaving her standing alone in her massive closet. Slowly exhaling and putting what had almost just happened again from her mind, she made her way to the living room.

He looked in between exhausted and heart broken. She couldn't begin to imagine how much he hurt for his daughter but now knowing the identity of the animal who caused it, and that it was her who had uncovered the information, she couldn't help but feel guilty for bringing even more pain on him. "Hey Elliott." was all she could muster taking in his current state.

"Olivia! Are you okay?" he asked, his concern for his associate clearly apparent.

She sat down in the chair beside of the couch and motioned for him to sit back down. "I'm okay. Elliott, I can't imagine what you're going through. I'm so sorry." looking at the broken man sitting across from her. She looked over to Happy who had been standing by the table.

Not looking up, "I honestly thought it would be easier to know who attacked her, but actually knowing who it is now just makes me sick." Hearing those words from him caused her to feel immediate guilt. She never intended to inflict more pain on Elliott or Tristan, but it was evident that it had. Fighting back to intense urge to vomit, she again apologized.

"I truly am sorry, Elliott." He didn't respond, just raised his head and sitting up on the couch. Rubbing a hand over his face, he looked toward the silent man standing in the room. "Hap, I appreciate you looking out for Olivia." he spoke, just getting a nod from the biker. Standing up from the couch, "I need to get back to the ranch. Promised Tristan I'd go riding with her today." he finished as he walked to the door. Turning back toward Olivia, "I'm really glad you're okay."

"Thanks Elliott." she replied before watching her boss walk out and close her door. Leaning forward on her knees she hid her face in her hand. "God, I'm so stupid." she softly spoke. It honestly had not crossed her mind that Elliott possibly wouldn't want to specifically know who attacked Tristan, as long as that person was punished. But now he did know and the look on his face told her without any doubt that it had only made things worse. For a few miserable seconds she had almost forgot that she wasn't alone. She could tell without moving her hands that he was now standing in front of her. To make things even worse she now knew that he'd been staying with her out of duty. She would be perfectly fine if the chair she was currently sitting in swallowed her up. Deciding she wasn't going to have a pity party at the moment, she took a deep breath, stood up and walked around Happy into the kitchen. "Look, I really do appreciate you looking out for me", she said grabbing a water bottle from the refrigerator, "but I don't want to be an obligation to anyone. I'm sure you have other things that you need to do." She had been hiding out for the last two days and she was done. She needed to get back to work. Walking over to her dining table, she felt like there was no time like the present to finish packaging up the jewelry to ship back to Chicago. Opening the first box, she found the matching secure box to place it in and started packing.

He stood there for a few minutes just watching her. She was obviously upset and trying to distract herself. He quietly made his way over, standing right behind her, watching over her shoulder. Damn! he thought as he saw her open another high priced piece of jewelry. He leaned toward her, his mouth at her ear, his hands finding that familiar place on her small waist, "Where's this going?" he asked, feeling her tense up at his touch.

She turned her head slightly and looked up at him, then went back to packaging the jewelry. "Sending it back to the owner in Chicago." she replied feeling his hands on her waist, his thumbs circling over her hip bone.

"It's not yours?"

Shaking her head no, "No, they were all given to me as gifts, but I've never worn most of them." she spoke, opening the box containing the ruby and diamond necklace with matching earrings, "Not my style." as she turned the box around for him to see.

He reached around her picking up another box, opening it to find a diamond bracelet. Every box sitting on her table must have cost thousands if not tens of thousands but the woman standing in front of him didn't appear the slightest bit impressed. "Most women would kill for this shit." he stated, both hands back on her waist, as he felt her relax against him.

"I'm not most women."

No shit! he thought. "Why don't you want to keep 'em?", suddenly intrigued as to why she was returning them and who gave them to her.

"I don't like guilt gifts." her answer simple, but straight forward. She eased herself around him to pick up more boxes at the other end of the table. "Guilt gifts?" he asked, his look questioning. "He gave them to me as a way to ease his guilty conscience for lying or cheating on me." she replied with no regret or sorrow in her voice. "He?" finding himself unable to stop asking her questions.

"My ex."

His mouth had turned into a running faucet, "He the reason you took this job and left Chicago?"

Looking back up at him, "No. I ended things with him six months before I left Chicago. I took this job because I enjoy new projects and I get to see Tara." He didn't say anything, just nodded his head. He watched as she packed yet another pricey piece of jewelry when his phone rang. Pulling it out of his jeans, he saw it was Jax.

"Yeah."

"Hap. Can you meet us at the warehouse in thirty?" Jax asked the club's assassin

"Yeah. Everything okay?"

"Yeah. Need you and Tig on something tonight."

"Leaving now." he responded ending the call. He had been watching her as he spoke with his VP seeing her walk out of the room back into her bedroom. Sliding his cut on, he made his way down the hallway. Sitting down on her chaise to put on his boots, he heard her turn the shower on. He let out a low growl at the thought of her naked with water running over her body. Shaking his head clear of the image, he walked into her large bathroom, seeing her standing in front of the mirror brushing her hair. She looked at him through the mirror, seeing that he was fully dressed and looked as if he was leaving.

"I'm heading out." he stated, again standing right behind her, looking back at her through the mirror.

"Okay."

"You going somewhere today?"

"Not sure. Need to run some errands, but it will depend on how well I can cover this." she said, pointing to her now lightly bruised cheek.

He didn't like the idea of her leaving her condo, but he couldn't force her not to and he knew she wouldn't go for having a prospect following her. Hell, he didn't even like the idea of one of guys near her. "If you leave, keep your phone with you. If you see Weston, you call me immediately and get the fuck away from him."

The tone in his voice matched the fury in his dark eyes at the mention of Anthony Weston's name. She shook her head in agreement, "I will. If I go anywhere today, it will just be to the office. I have a meeting tomorrow evening I need to prepare for."

He kept the smirk hidden from his face as he remembered who her meeting was with tomorrow. He started to turn and leave, when he walked back up to her, his face lowering toward hers as his mouth stopped right beside her ear.

"No one told me to keep an eye on you." he whispered, his breath warm against her ear.

Keeping her composure and her wits about her in-spite of their closeness, "Then why are you?" she asked, her green eyes meeting his chocolate ones in the mirror. After a few second stare-off between the two, he pulled back slightly and broke their stare. He saw her look down reaching for the brush she had been using. If he didn't want to answer her, she wasn't going beg or plead for him to. As she was about to start brushing her hair again, he moved back to her, his lips against her ear, his eyes staring back into hers, "Cause it feels right." he whispered, then turned and walked out. She felt like the wind at been knocked out of her at the same time feeling her knees go weak. Letting out the breath she had been holding, a small smile came across her face.

***Charming***

Looking up from his desk stood the man he had been calling for the past forty eight hours. Calmly refolding his morning newspaper, Ethan Zobelle motioned for his right hand take a seat. In a voice that could rival his youth Sunday school teacher, "Do you want to explain to me why you haven't returned my calls?"

Anthony Weston had two options. Tell the truth about why he had been avoiding his boss, or lie. "I've been doing research on your project. Looking for the best way to bring her in." He paused watching Zobelle digest the load of shit he had just fed him. Ethan Zobelle was not a stupid man by any means and could pick out a lie immediately. "To ensure your plan is free of any issues, I'm confirming that she hasn't made any contacts with anyone here in Charming, other than Oswald."

Slowly removing his glasses as he listened to the reasoning for the blatant disrespect of his authority, he was surprisingly impressed at Weston's initiative to help prevent problems in his master plan. "And what have you uncovered as of yet?"

Realizing that his boss was buying his story, he cautiously sat back in the chair. "As far as I can tell, she's not formed any ties with anyone in Charming yet. Now, as you know, she has been approached by Gemma Morrow and the blond stripper wife."

"Yes, Mrs. Morrow has stuck her nose into a conversation I was having with Miss Parker. We are going to educate her on how filthy SAMCRO is for her to understand why she must avoid them at all cost." replied Zobelle.

A devious smile slowly appeared on Weston's face, a plan already prepared in his mind on just that. "Yes, we do and I know exactly how we need to proceed."

"Do tell." his curiosity peeked.

"I'm going to call in Brother Justin from Kansas to offer his services. With his background in law enforcement, we have him pay her an official visit. The actual FBI may have ended their investigation into SAMCRO, but that doesn't mean that ours has to. It's not a secret that Elliott Oswald is an allie of the club, but Miss Parker being new to the area, she may want to be informed of exactly who her boss has dealings with. She's not the type of woman to want to get into bed with a known outlaw motorcycle club. He enlightens her on the type of men Oswald associates with and her being a law abiding citizen, she'll be more than happy to help our FBI rid Charming of their infestation."

Sitting back in his leather chair, he let the proposal settle in his mind. With an unreadable face, Zobelle stared at his soldier, silently pleased with the plan. "This is perfect. We need to get this set up as soon as possible. I want to have her in the fold before the June convention. That gives us a little under two months." he stated. "There can be no mistakes. No issues at all. Olivia Parker can't see this coming."

"You have my word. Your goal will be complete before June." Standing up to shake his hand, Anthony Weston felt a rush of relief at his lie being bought as he turned and walked out of the office.

***Oswald Warehouse***

"Elliott wants the problem handled as soon as possible." spoke Clay, looking around at his club members. "He's going to keep a low profile until Weston's dealt with. Doesn't feel like he can handle a potential run in with him."

"I'm ready and willing." commented Tig. "Sooner the better. What's the plan?"

Stubbing his smoke out, Jax spoke up. "The job's yours Tig, no question. What we need now is to find out where Weston's calling home. He's not staying anywhere near town. Gotta have a place somewhere remote. Can't see anyone in Charming renting something to him knowing who he's affiliated with."

"Who's on recon?" asked Opie.

Throwing a glance toward Clay, "gonna have Johnny and Reid turn into college boys. Neither one has been seen enough with their prospect cut on and they can blend in with the normal folk the best out of all of us. Offered them a fast tract to patching in. They come through, get us the exact location of Weston's hideout and Tig ends him, told the two we'd put it to a vote."

"Any concerns?" said Clay, looking around to each man standing in the warehouse.

"We sure the lads can handle this?" questioned Chibs, always thinking brains before bullets.

"All they have to do is act like two dumbass jocks. Should be a walk in the park for 'em. Juice has already pulled every deserted property in the county. They're both in great shape and have no ink linking them to us. Won't be suspicious to see two young guys jogging around country roads. Perfect opportunity for us to find out where the bastard's hiding out at." Jax finished, a look of amusement showing on face.

After a few more questions and some suggestions, everyone was in agreement on the plan to find Weston. Clay could see the look of anticipation on Tig's face at the prospect of ending Weston's life. With everyone gone except Happy and his S.A.A, he motioned for the two killers to join them. "I need the two of you to be as invisible as possible until we lock down his location. Hap, you've not had any run in's with Weston, so you'll be a complete surprise. Brother, you've got to stay calm and not react until we have him." he said, his eyes directed at Tig.

"I won't fuck this up Clay. Won't disappoint Tristan or Elliott." confirmed Tig, his voice filled with emotion.

Squeezing his brother's shoulder, Clay looked over to Jax, "Tara at work?"

"Yeah. Working til two today. Why?"

Flexing his hand, "wanna check my progress with the hand therapy." he stated. "See everyone back at the club." as he walked toward the door. His reason was partly true. He did want to check on his progress, but he also needed to try and repair some damage he had done the other night. While he'd never admit he was ever wrong, the thought of causing the slightest bit of hurt to a certain doctor he had always considered his own daughter, bothered the shit out of him.

The three men stood there watching him leave, no words said between them. Jax slyly glanced toward Happy, still in disbelief that the man standing before him was Olivia's recent bed partner. The two were the definition of complete opposites. While he didn't know Olivia that well, he knew things about Happy that would make the grim reaper shutter. The man was lethal beyond words, hands down the scariest man Jax had ever known, a true force of nature. Hell, he made Tig seem like a kitten compared to the level of torture Happy was willing to inflict on an enemy. Bringing his mind back to the situation at hand, "To keep the two of you as hidden as possible, gonna have you handle all the evening runs. Want you two out of sight by darkness." seeing both men agreeable on their assignment. "Bobby needs me back at clubhouse. Check in later."

Tig stood leaning against the outside door smoking. "Can't begin to know what Elliott's going through." he said looking out across the property. "That bastard's goin'a beg me to end him." now looking at his favorite partner in crime.

Even in the horror of what brought this situation to them, the undeniable smirk on Happy's face caused Tig to laugh. "Whatever you need brother, I'll do."

"Wouldn't deny you the viewing pleasure, man." pulling another drag off his smoke. "Ugh...didn't see you at T-M this morning. You bought some house you ain't told me about?" knowing damn well where he'd been, he just wanted the less than forthcoming man to admit it.

He just glared at Tig. Shithead! He just shook his head, a small smile showing. "Seriously, how's she doing?"

Running a hand over his head, "Better. Said she might go by the office today. Told her to call if she sees Weston." The second the fucker's name fell from his lips his mind flashed back to watching him throw her against the wall and hit her. "MOTHER FUCKER!" he yelled as he punched through one of the empty gun crates. Pulling his hand out from the destroyed wood, he didn't have a scratch on him, but the rage inside him was flowing furiously throughout his body.

"He'll be dealt with...and as a gift to you, how about I offer you some dismemberment festivities while the fucker's still breathing?"

Happy's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "That's what I'm talking about."

This kill was one hundred percent his, but he couldn't deny his brother a taste in ending Weston's miserable life, especially after witnessing Happy's reaction to Olivia being hurt by the bastard. He had known his brother for over twelve years and he'd never seen him show any emotion over a woman other than his mother, but Olivia was becoming personal to his brother, whether he'd admit it or not.

***St. Thomas Hospital***

"Yes, Dr. Simmons, I'm looking forward to meeting you as well. I'm honored that you've asked me to speak." spoke Tara, now seeing Clay's head peak in her door. Motioning him in, she continued listening to the Chief of Staff at Salem Regional Hospital in Oregon. "Sounds great. I'll see you tomorrow morning. We're leaving this afternoon to drive up." After a few more minutes, she finished her call. "Clay what brings you by?" she asked, it not typical for Clay to visit her at work.

"Had a follow up to see if the therapy is working."

"Oh. Any progress?"

Shaking his head, "actually yeah. Said I've gained a little strength back. Not much, but something."

"That's great. I know what it means to you." she replied truly knowing how devastating it would be for him to lose control of his hand. If that happened, he couldn't ride and that meant no president seat at the table.

Looking over at the young woman he had known since she was fourteen years old, he felt a sense of pride at how well she had turned out. Her mother had died when she was young leaving her with an abusive alcoholic father who either ignored his only child or beat on her. His death was the greatest gift he'd ever given his daughter, Clay's only regret was that it happened naturally instead of him having the honor. "Do you have a minute?" he asked, seeing her look back at him.

"Yeah. Something wrong?"

"Nah. Nothing like what's running through that mind yours right now."

"Okay..."

Exhaling a deep breath, "I know I was hard on Olivia the other night and I probably could've been less forceful, but I have to protect SAMCRO at all cost." looking up at her he saw her about to respond. Raising his hand to stop her, "I know you wouldn't bring someone near the club that could threaten us. I'm just not trusting with outsiders...but I trust you."

This was not at all expected. Clay Morrow in his own round about way was apologizing to her. She wanted to stay pissed off at him, but she knew how hard it must be for him to tell her this. "I know it may be hard for you to believe, but there are people in this world who have no secrets or hidden agendas." she said grinning at the man who had been her true father figure growing up.

Tilting his head to the side seeing her utter amusement at his vulnerability, "Haha. You little shit." unable to hide his grin.

"Clay, I understand protecting the club, I truly do, but Olivia's not a threat." now leaning forward on her desk. "In fact, anything you want to know about her, she'll be happy to tell you, if you simply ask her...not interrogate her."

He sat there taking in what she was telling him. Hell, Gemma even seemed to like the broad, and if his wife didn't have any issues with her, he needed to relax a give the tartlet a chance. "Alright, I'll back off. But I would like to talk with her."

"I'm sure she'd be fine with that. How about we do another barbeque at the house next weekend. I'll say something to Gemma this afternoon when I drop little man off at the shop."

"Oh yeah. Got grandpa duty this weekend." he remembered Abel was staying with them.

"Yep. We'll be back late Monday night. Gemma's going to bring him home Tuesday."

Truly unsure of how to bring up what he was about to ask, he decided to just blurt it out, "Happy and Olivia, really? That shit true?" he asked, the current hot topic of conversation at the clubhouse.

Tara just shrugged her shoulders as if she wasn't sure, "Why don't you ask Happy?" her smile covering her face.

"Oh sure! Hell, I'm not that fucking stupid." was his response knowing his enforcers belief in privacy. She broke out in laughter at his response, feeling better about the situation after this talk. Standing up from behind her desk, she walked around, kissing him on his cheek.

"Thanks Clay." her words sincere and appreciative.

"You're welcome." as he put he arm around her. "How about we keep this little talk between us." he stated looking down at her. "Could hurt my rep if it got out."

It was times like this that she truly loved this man. Looking back up at him, "Secret's safe with me."

***T-M***

By the time he and Tig got back to the clubhouse, he was exhausted. They doubled up on the evening run tonight and went ahead assembling Monday nights run. The clubhouse was almost quiet with Bobby, Chibs, Juice and a hangaround playing poker. Walking behind the bar popping the top off a cold one, he took in the calmness.

"Everything good?" Bobby asked, his eyes looking over the top of his glasses.

"Yep." His response direct. Grabbing another beer, he walked out of the bar to his dorm. Tig walked into the clubhouse as boisterous as ever. All he wanted now was a hot, flexible woman, full bottle of Jack Daniels and a Koz free clubhouse. He scanned the room suddenly remembering they were still on pussy lockdown. Getting two of his three wishes fulfilled suited him just fine. If he was honest, having Koz out of sight was worth the lack of sex. Pulling up a chair, he joined his fellow brothers.

"Anything going on?" he asked, savoring his first beer of the night.

"Nah. Good and quiet. Hap said the run went smooth." Chibs stated, folding his hand.

"Yeah. Smooth as silk. Doubled up tonight and got Monday's order ready to go." Tig noticed Juice's stupid grin. "What? You high?"

Looking around the table, Chibs and Bobby both shaking their head knowing what the youngest member was about to ask. "Hap really at Olivia's yesterday morning?" He couldn't help it. Not that he didn't believe Jax and Chibs yesterday when they mentioned it, but it truly was hard to believe that Happy would be at Olivia's.

"Who told you he was there?" Tig questioned, knowing Jax wouldn't have been able to hold in the juicy info, not to mention Chibs looked guilty as hell.

"He did!" Juice answered, pointing at Chibs. "Seriously was he there, half naked?"

"If I'm not mistaking, our boy wasn't here this mornin' when we left for the warehouse either." Chibs stated, a smirk forming on his face, looking around the table.

"Don't know. Wouldn't at Olivia's yesterday."

"Tig, come on." whined Juice.

"Come on nothing. You want to know, go ask him." he said finishing his beer. "I dare ya."

"Fuck that! I'd rather be shot." spoke Bobby not wanting to imagine what the Killa would do to someone asking him personal shit.

***Happy's dorm***

A thirty minute shower eased most of the tension from his body. Pulling on clean boxers he noticed the time. His focus the entire day had been on getting the runs completed and ready for Monday, but he found himself several times throughout the day letting his mind drift to her. She hadn't called so he could only assume she hadn't had any run-ins with Weston. He was fighting like hell to not get dressed and go over there, but the stubborn ass deep inside of him was winning the war. He felt different around her, something he couldn't describe. She excited him and calmed him at the same time. The clock now read one forty-five as Happy flipped off the lamp and settled into bed...alone.

***Outside Charming***

The room was finished. He'd spend all day preparing it to be accommodating for his upcoming guest. Sound proof walls, hidden surveillance cameras recording every inch of the bunker and provisions for at least thirty days. Walking over to the bed, he ran his hand over the white satin sheets, imagining the glory he would have in breaking Olivia Parker. The plan may be to turn her over to his boss, but he was going to enjoy each and every minute of his alone time with her. He knew it was risky, but he wouldn't allow anyone to deny him a taste of her. Climbing up the ladder, he lowered the door and pulled the rug back over the hidden panel. Walking into the tiny bedroom, he opened the closet door, needing to see her. Pulling the light string down, there she was. Walking into her office, picking up lunch, enjoying a walk in the park...completely unaware she was being watched. His hand was already slowly massaging his dick as he imagined her tied down naked on those clean, white satin sheets. With his free hand he let his finger trace her body, "Soon my love, very soon."