***Saturday***

She needed to leave in one hour to make it to Oakland on time. Putting the finishing touches on her make-up, thankful that the ugly bruise she'd been nursing for three days was finally just a bad memory, only a tiny spot of light purple remained, which was easy to cover. She removed the clip from her hair, letting it fall in soft waves down her back. Walking into her closet to get dressed, she heard a knock at her door.

KNOCK...KNOCK...KNOCK

She froze. She had spent the previous night tossing and turning, unable to find sleep until almost four am. Her mind alternating between conjuring up unpleasant scenarios involving Anthony Weston showing up at her home and convincing herself that her inability to sleep had nothing to do with a certain biker who hadn't showed up and spent the night. Slowly making her way to the door, her Louisville Slugger in hand, she inched her way over and looked out the peep hole, her heart rate increasing as her stomach flipped. Damn him. Opening her door, she found herself staring face to face with her late night dilemma.

"Hi."

His eyes scanned her from head to toe, a faint smirk barely noticeable on his lips, as his eyes found hers.

"Hey." he responded walking through the door as she stepped aside to let him pass. He walked over to the couch and sat down as she closed the door.

"Everything okay?" curious as to why he was there.

He didn't respond, just shook his head. Looking over at the clock in the kitchen, she now had forty five minutes before she needed to leave. Pointing toward her bedroom, "I need to finish getting ready. I have a dinner meeting tonight and I need to leave soon." She stated getting nothing but a blank stare back from him. Not wanting to waste any more time, she walked back into her room to finish getting dressed.

To his own surprise, he sat patiently on her couch for her to finish. Seeing her answer the door with a bat in hand made him proud although he would prefer her holding a gun. A bat meant she'd have to get close to an intruder where as a gun meant she could blow the fucker away without even opening the door. He put those thoughts on hold as he saw her walk back into the room. Fuckin' beautiful he thought seeing her slowly making her way over to the couch.

She looked down at her phone checking the time. "I need to be going." nodding toward the door as she picked up her purse and IPad. Finding her keys, she turned around to find herself chest to chest with Happy. Even in her highest wedges she was still shorter than him. Looking up at him, she felt his hand take her car keys. Completely confused at what was going on, "What are you doing?"

"I'm driving. Let's go." he stated, walking around her and opening the door.

Her eyes following him to the door, "What?...You're driving where?" she asked, only able to form short sentences.

It was the first time she'd seen him smile. "Oakland." She didn't move. Taking matters into his own hands, he walked over, his hand finding the small of her back as he led her out of her condo and down to the parking garage. They were in the elevator when she found her voice, "How did you know I was going to Oakland? And why are you coming with me?"

He pushed the button for the garage before he answered her, "You have a meeting with Laroy and his old lady tonight." he stated standing inches from her. "Going with you to make sure you don't have any problems."

Okay now she was concerned. "Problems? Like what?" she asked trying not to sound panicked as the elevator reached the parking garage. As the doors opened Happy stepped out with her right behind him. She stopped, unwilling to move another inch until he answered her. He was almost to the Range Rover Elliott had insisted she start driving since it had bullet proof windows and a hidden GPS locator when he realized she wasn't behind him. Turning quickly to face her, "You coming?".

Shaking her head, "No. Not until you answer my question." she replied.

Tilting his head he could see that she was serious about not moving until she got an answer. He slowly made his way back to her, "Oakland's not the best area for a woman to be driving through alone." he spoke now standing in front of her. "You have nothing to worry about with Laroy." His response firm yet unwilling to divulge any club details. Seeing she was still not moving, he held out his hand, "You need to trust me." After what felt like minutes of her intently staring back at him, she put her hand in his as they made their way to the SUV. Settling into their seats, he pulled out of the garage and headed for the highway.

***Charming***

What the hell was wrong with everyone thought Luanne as she threw her phone down on the couch. Here it was another Saturday night and she was sitting at home...alone. No club party to attend, Otto forever behind bars and her best friend was happily playing granny tonight. This was pathetic. Fuck this she thought refusing to sit at home alone. Everyone else in SAMRCO might be content on how peaceful life was, but she craved excitement. A grin forming on her face as she knew exactly who to call.

you wanna play?

She reapplied her lipstick as she waited for a response, which to her delight came quickly.

you playin' with fire...

She could already feel her blood flowing faster through her body as she typed a quick reply.

always liked being burned baby...

After a few minutes her phoned beeped.

I'll light the match...use the back entrance.

She squealed in delight, urgently grabbing her purse and keys, slamming the door behind her as she made her way to her car. Screw sitting at home. Luanne Delaney had needs.

***Church of the Righteous***

He sat privately in his office slowly coming to the realization that he was no longer sure he could trust his right hand man. Although he couldn't deny that his proposal on how to bring her in could work, something about Weston was off. In the ten years he had loyally been beside him, following every order precisely, he had went MIA for almost three days, which was completely unacceptable. But why? Finishing his favorite Cuban cigar, he glanced at his watch seeing it was time to lead his congregation to the path of purity.

***Oakland***

Dinner had gone better than either of them had privately hoped. She knew he would be on guard with Olivia, wanting to know everything there was to know about her considering he would be allowing her to see his legit finances to buy their new home. And even though he had questioned her thoroughly, he was more welcoming to her than she had expected. She started the dishwasher, grabbed another bottle of wine and made her way back outside to the lounger he was laying on by the fire pit. Opening his eyes, he was met with his favorite sight. Smiling up at her, he watched her pour two glasses of Merlot before she turned and handed him one.

"Good call baby." he said waiting for her to settle herself between his legs. He sat back enjoying the feel of her so close to him and the peaceful quiet of their sprawling compound. In his life, times like this were rare and he was going to savor every minute he could. Sitting his wine glass down on the small table, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back toward him. "How'd I do?"

Having been with this man for over twelve years, she laughed at loud at his obvious need for a compliment. Turning more in his arms she sat her glass down beside of his, "I'm proud of you." she replied, kissing him on the lips. "Honestly, I was worried at one point that you were being a little to hard, but you reined it in. Thank you for doing this for me. I really like her."

He was the forceful leader of the Niners, one of the most feared clubs in the US, but at this moment looking into her light brown eyes, he was simply her man, her fiance and the man who would do anything on Earth to make her smile. Tracing her lips with his finger, he found himself doing the same thing he'd been doing for well over the last decade...falling in love all over again. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for you." he said, his hand know slowly making its way down her arm. "Think Miss Olivia's going to work out just fine." No sooner had the words left his mouth, he felt her lips on his. After a few minutes she pulled back, softly laughing as she wiped her lipstick off his mouth.

"I love you." she spoke as she resettled herself against him, letting the feel of his arms around her soak in. Taking another sip of her wine and returning the glass to the table, "Am I completely crazy in thinking something personal is going on between Olivia and Happy?"

He couldn't contain his laughter, "No. You're not crazy." he replied as she quickly turned in his arms.

"I thought I had seen some looks between them at dinner."

Shaking his head, "Saw that too. They looked quite comfortable with each other."

"I never actually saw them touch each other, but did you see how close they were all night?"

"Yeah I noticed that too. Think my boy's in trouble." Laroy stated, a full grin on his face.

"Trouble?" questioned Deidra curious about his statement.

Running his hand down her arms as she leaned back against him, "Not bad trouble, baby. The good kind."

***Highway 17***

She found herself staring up at the passing stars through the open sun roof. The Range Rover was quiet except for the classic rock playing low on the radio. She had replayed every piece of conversation throughout dinner with her now confirmed new clients. At one point she was on the verge of graciously thanking her hosts for their hospitality, taking her keys back from her surprise driver/dinner companion and leaving, but that would have been rude. Olivia Parker was not rude. She had never in her life been questioned and interrogated as much as she had since moving to California. Everyone around her appeared to believe she was either a threat or had possible connections to someone who could be a threat. She was smart enough to know without Laroy or Happy actually saying the words that their friendship went deeper than them growing up together. It was obvious that SAMCRO and his organization had dealings with each other. She wasn't naive nor stupid. The less she knew the better. She didn't want to know. Whatever dealings they had were their business not hers. Her only concern was finding them the perfect property for their dream home. At some point she had shifted in her seat and was turned toward him. She cautiously glanced over at him.

"So how does this work?" she asked, the first words spoken other than idle chit chat.

He turned his head at hearing her first word. "How's what work?

Carefully forming her response in her head, "It's apparent that I'm not trusted by your club or Laroy, so will you be joining me at every meeting I have with them or will someone else be assigned to watch me? I'm assuming Clay knows about my meeting." her voice calm as she looked directly at him.

"Yeah. He knows ." He replied looking between her and the road ahead.

"So that's why you came with me tonight." she stated, feeling like she had been unknowingly given a babysitter. That he came with her out of club obligation and not some newly found want to see or be with her. She quickly cleared her mind of such girly thoughts that this was anything more than an unconventional business arrangement.

His right arm was leaning on the center console as his eyes looked straight ahead, "I told you why I came tonight."

Her perfectly arched eyebrows raised at his response, "You came with me because Oakland's no place for a woman alone. Happy...their house was outside of Oakland. I didn't see any gang bangers on those streets with well manicured lawns and half million dollar homes." she finished as his eyes were on hers. "I believe you came with me because I was meeting an associate of your club."

He quickly shifted onto the exit ramp and turned right pulling into an all night convenience store. He wasn't mad...yet but it was if she was calling him out...and he didn't like it. He parked in a space away from the store and away from the street lights. Turning off the ignition he took a deep breath before he spoke. "Laroy and I go way back. Grew up together. He called me after you met his ol' lady. He wanted me to find out about you since you live in Charming. Told him we had already looked into you and nothing was there. Whether or not he's an associate of SAMCRO is not your concern." his last statement forceful and direct as she stared back at him looking somewhat frazzled.

She exhaled, as she put her head back against the headrest and closed her eyes. This move was not turning out as she had hoped. He sat there just watching her. "What?" he asked, unsure why she hadn't said anything.

"What?" she replied. Again she turned her body toward him, "Maybe I should just tell them that it's too complicated for me to help them. The last thing I want is drama."

"Why quit?"

Was he serious? "Happy, I want to do the job they just hired me to do but I don't want to be babysat or managed because someone doesn't trust me. I've done nothing to deserve this and quite frankly I'm tired of it. How would you like someone constantly questioning you and trying to control your job?" she asked seeing him just stare back at her. She turned looking out her window deciding that she needed air. Reaching for her wristlet she quickly opened her door as she felt his hand grab hers.

"Where you going" he questioned.

She gently pulled her hand from his, "I'm getting something to drink." she stated as she climbed out of the SUV, shutting the door and walking toward the store. He couldn't help but stare at her as she walked away, his eyes scanning her entire body. She had surprised him. Even though he knew without a doubt she was pissed, she hadn't thrown a typical bitch fit. He'd seen enough women in his day get pissed over something and turn into a screaming, hysterical woman, but not this one. Olivia was calm and in control, a trait that made her even more appealing to him. His eyes then scanned his surroundings, his natural instinct taking over. Two vehicles pumping gas and only one other car in the parking lot. Must be the store clerks he thought as he sought her out inside. Stepping out of the SUV to smoke, he saw an expensive sports car pulling in right next to the door. Pulling out his pre-pay he checked for any missed calls or messages. Doing another visual sweep, he saw her paying at the counter, seeing the frat pussy in the convertible standing too close behind her. His left hand clinched into a fist as he saw her walking out the door with the prick throwing some money at the clerk and jogging to catch up with her.

"Hey...wait up darling." he said now beside her outside the store. She didn't stop, just kept walking back toward her car. He jumped in front of her halting her from moving forward. "How about we go for a drink and get to know one another." his voice trying to be sexy.

"No thanks." Olivia replied, trying to step around the annoying twenty something only for him to cut her off again.

"I promise I'll be a good boy." he stated, his eyes lingering over her chest before he looked back up. "What'a say?"

She was about to respond when she heard that raspy voice come out of nowhere, "MOVE!" Now standing behind the unknown man was a very angry looking Happy. She hadn't even seen him walk up. The jerk in front of her turned around immediately as soon as the biker spoke, at first looking annoyed he had been interrupted. She couldn't see Happy since the man was standing in front of her but she heard him. "I said move." his gravely voice thick with an evil tone. The man stepped aside sensing if he didn't he might not make it home in one piece if at all. They were now standing about five feet from each other with the shocked man standing to the right of her. His eyes were fixed on the jerk as he extended his hand toward her. Without hesitation she took his hand as he gently pulled her to his side, his arm sliding around her waist tucking her into him. His eyes hadn't left the man's who was still frozen in the same spot. After just a few seconds, Happy turned and started walking her back toward the SUV, his arm still around the small of her back. Opening her door, he guided her inside closing the door once she was settled. He turned finding the fucker still standing there. He took one step forward as if daring the prick to make a move. The fucker couldn't get in his piece of shit car fast enough. Happy stood there purposely staring at him as he sped off. As he watched the tail lights on the car fade in the distance, he turned and made his way around her car.

She wasn't sure what had just happened, why Happy came out of nowhere. She hadn't been in any danger, just aggravated by some punk who thought he had a clue about picking up women. Idiot she thought. The guy hadn't touched her, although she did feel he invaded her personal space, a huge pet peeve of hers. She was beginning to think there was a billboard somewhere with her picture that read "Seeking all crazy men". In her side mirror she saw Happy staring down the guy, not moving until he tore out of the parking lot as if he had robbed the store. After the evening she'd had she didn't feel like analyzing what had just occurred. There was no reason to.

Opening the driver side door, he saw her screw the top back on her water and lay her head back against the head rest closing her eyes. He didn't like her being this quite. Running a hand over his face, he decided he wanted her to talk.

"Olivia?"

She heard him call her name and after a few seconds she turned her head to acknowledge him, "Yeah." her own stomach betraying her yet again as she felt it flip when she looked at his now less angry face.

"You okay?" he asked.

Taking a deep breath, "Yes Happy I'm fine." she replied hoping another round of questioning was not about to start. He didn't respond, just sat there staring back at her.

She was lying to him. She wasn't fine. He may not know her that well, but he knew her well enough to know she was upset. Those sparking green eyes weren't bright like they should be. He should know. In the month since he'd met her, he had spent more than his fair share of looking into them whether she knew he was or not. He wasn't a man who wanted or even needed a connection with a woman, just a willing female to fall to her knees or be took from behind. He never cared as long as he got off. He had told himself after their unintentional three rounds of sex, that he'd had his taste and the interest in her would leave...but it hadn't. The truth being he was as focused as ever on club business but his mind, mouth and cock had done nothing but think about her.

"No you're not." he said, her head quickly turning back to face him.

"So I guess you think I'm a liar now." she said immediately feeling angry.

Shaking his head no, "Didn't say that." leaning more toward her, "but your eyes don't lie." he finished, his voice almost as thick as the air in the SUV.

What was it about this man that prevented her from being mad at him? she thought feeling herself being pulled toward him just from his stare. He had the most intensely rich brown eyes she had ever seen and apparently they possessed the power to make her feel some silly fantasy of something that really wasn't there. Pulling herself back from being drawn in by him again, she shifted herself in her seat. "I'm tired. It's been a long day. I just want to get home and actually sleep tonight." Realizing she was giving too many details, she stopped talking, closing her eyes and reclining her seat more. Hearing him start the engine, she felt relieved that he wasn't going to question her anymore.

He noticed within just a few minutes of being back on the highway, she had fallen asleep, her head and body turned toward him. With the cruise set, he settled more into his seat, once again finding himself leaning on the console...toward her. Glancing over at her, she looked peaceful and even in the darkness of the car, she was fucking beautiful. He swore her lips were silently calling for him to kiss her senseless...well, maybe that was in his own head. With his attention on driving, his mind did wonder back to her saying she hadn't slept last night. Had Weston bothered her again and she didn't call him? The thought alone made him grip the steering wheel so tight he felt it might snap off. Looking back over at her, he made a mental note to ask her. He himself slept like shit last night, unwillingly to entertain the idea it was because she hadn't been curled up next to him. He didn't cuddle, preferring that once his needs had been met, the girl had to leave, the sooner the better. He didn't like to be touched when he slept, didn't want to feel confined. Stopping the current conversation he was having in his head he decided to take the scenic route back.

She felt the car come to a stop and the engine cut off. Slowly opening her eyes, she saw him looking back at her as he grabbed the keys from the ignition, the clock reading one thirty. She looked out the window noticing they were at the clubhouse. Turning her head back toward him, she was about to ask him why they were there.

"Need to pick up something." he stated sensing she was going to ask him. She nodded her head as she stretched her arms realizing she had been asleep for over an hour. She also realized she needed to use the restroom. "Why don't you come in?" he stated, not wanting her to stay in the car by herself, not knowing if any out of town members were here.

Shaking her head in agreement, "I need to use the restroom anyway." she said opening her door. He came around the car as she climbed out. She walked in behind him, seeing the main room was empty, the only light coming from a Jack Daniels sign above the bar. As they went down the hallway, he stopped at the next to last door on the left and pointed to the door across from it. "Bathroom's in there." She shook her head, still feeling sleepy and opened the door as she heard him open another door. Walking into the poorly lit bathroom, she glanced at herself in the mirror before going in the stall. Thankful for a surprisingly clean restroom, she washed her hands, taking in her appearance in the mirror. She turned her head seeing that her cover-up was still hiding the faint bruise on her cheek. Drying her hands, she threw the paper towel in the trash and opened the door. As she stepped into the hallway, she was again met with silence, although she thought she could hear a television on. Careful to not let the door slam, she was about to go back into the main room, when Happy opened the door, startling her. Putting her hand over her heart, she stood there staring back at him. He hadn't moved, just stood in the doorway looking at her. In the empty hallway, they stood there staring at each other, just a few feet apart. She could feel her heart rate increase unsure if she should just go wait for him in the car. As she was about to turn and walk away, he slowly made his way toward her.

He saw her back up as he crossed the hallway, but she didn't look scared. As soon as her back was against the bathroom door, his focus was solely on kissing those lips, a thought that had run through his mind all night. He put his hands on her waist and turned her away from the wall and started walking her backwards through his dorm room door. The second they were clear of the threshold and the door was closed he carefully spun her around placing her up against the door as his hands found their way up her back, coming to rest on either side of her face. He looked down into her eyes, seeing a spark that hadn't been there on the way back from Laroy's. Her eyes were searching his. He stepped closer, his body now pressed against hers. Lowering his head toward her, he remembered the question he wanted her to answer. "Why didn't you sleep last night?" he asked almost whispering it in her ear. He felt his stomach muscles flinch when he felt her hands moving up his chest. Pulling his head back to look at her, he waited.

God help her...this man was slowly undoing any resolve she had. Ever since their unexpected night of insanely hot sex, her mind was constantly thinking about him. And even now all she could think about was the fact they were in a bedroom, alone and she was hoping for a repeat performance. He had asked her a question but with him being so close to her she had no idea what he asked. "What?" she asked, her breathing becoming quicker as her hands started slowly moving over his chest. Bravely looking back up into his eyes, "Happy?" she whispered, seeing his eyes shift between looking into hers or at her lips.

The second she said his name he forgot all about getting her to answer his question. Lowering his head, his mouth covered hers instantly, hearing a soft moan escape. He about lost his shit when he felt her tongue softly caress his lower lip, causing him to immediately pull hers into his mouth. Her hands were cupping his face, pulling him closer to her, something he more than willingly did feeling her body arching away from the door into his. His hands started the path down her body coming to rest on that round firm ass he'd found himself staring at tonight every chance he got. He had to have her but up against the door wasn't an option. He wanted to feel every inch of her and he couldn't do that standing up. Without breaking their kiss, his hands cupped her ass, pulling her up as she instantly wrapped her legs around him. He turned walking them back toward the bed, lowering them down unwilling to let her go. As soon as her back was against the bed, his hands began to find every inch of her as his mouth devoured hers, slowly moving down to kiss her entire neck then back to her mouth. He felt her hands on his shirt, trying to pull it off of him. Reluctantly pulling out of the kiss, he pulled back quickly discarding his shirt to the floor. He then froze.

She was going to explode if she didn't have him soon. She couldn't help the moan or licking her lips at the sight of him now shirtless standing in front of her. He threw the shirt to the floor but didn't come back to her. He just stood in front of her with a weird look on his face.

"Happy?" she asked, not sure what was wrong. As soon as she spoke, he stepped further away from her, not looking her in the eye.

"This isn't happening." he stated, his fist clinched as he walked into the bathroom inside his room and shut the door, leaving her stunned still laying on the bed.

Quickly sitting up on the bed, she glanced toward the bathroom door wondering what had just happened. She thought he wanted her, she could feel him kissing her back but he obviously didn't want to have sex with her again. Now utterly humiliated, she had to get out of there. Scrambling off the bed, she noticed her keys on the dresser by the door. She didn't even feel her feet hit the floor as she grabbed her keys, opened the door and left. Forcing herself not to break down of complete embarrassment, she quietly made her way down the hall, through the main room thankful no one was in there and out to her car. By the time she had started the engine and buckled her seat belt, she could feel the tears building in her eyes, but she refused to let them flow.

He stood silent in his bathroom with his arms braced on either side of the sink staring at his reflection in the mirror. The second he had his shirt off and looked at her laying there, every faceless sweetbutt and crow eater he'd ever fucked on that bed flashed before his eyes. Every single one of them either on all fours or on their knees as he pounded into them, taking whatever he gave. And there she laid, no doubt wanting him. But he couldn't...no he wouldn't fuck her on a bed that he had fucked God knows how many women. She deserved better than that and as odd as it was to him, he wanted to give her more than that. Pulling his shit together, he quickly opened the door, walking back into the room to find her gone. He saw her keys weren't on the dresser as he walked out. Picking up his pace he scanned the main room seeing it was still empty as he walked to the door. Throwing it open, her black Range Rover was gone. She'd no doubt left and he had the unfamiliar feeling of knowing he had just fucked up.