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« Tell me you love me »
Part 1/2
( Happy Lowman x Reader )
Summary : Happy comes back to Y/N after 2 weeks away from Charming.
It was a Saturday night, the Sons were on the road since almost two weeks and you had no news from Happy, your boyfriend, which was making you anxious.
Tara walked to you and, seing you were sad, she sat next to you.
- Hey Y/N... You’re alright ? she asked, taking your hand.
- I don’t know... I’m just... I’m worry about the guys... about Happy... you said as you were about to cry.
- It was hard for me too at the beginning with Jax... When he was away for a week or two and I had no news, I was imagining the worst, but don’t worry, she smiled.
You smiled back at her before shedding a tear.
You were with Happy since two months and that was the first time he was away for so long and it was too hard for you.
- I’m sorry... you said before standing up and walking to the small bedroom of the clubhouse.
Once you were in, you burst into tears. You loved Happy too much and you missed him more that than you thought you would.
You’ve met seven months ago, when you arrived at Charming. You brought your car which had a problem to the Teller Morrow automotive repair and Happy was the one who helped you.
When you saw him, you instantly fell for him... Your car, by being old, had a lot of problems and everytime you came back, Happy was always there to fix the problem. You became friends and two months ago... you became more.
You were sitting on the bed, crying, looking down to the ground when someone opened the door.
- Please... leave me alone... you slowly said, thinking it was Tara.
- You really want me to leave baby ? said a familiar voice.
You instantly looked up and when you saw Happy, standing in the door frame you stood up and ran to him.
You almost jumped in his arms and held him as tight as you could.
Happy chuckled before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer to him.
- I miss you so much... you whispered, still crying.
- I missed you too Y/N... Is that the reason why you cry ?
You looked up to him before he wiped away the last tear you shed.
- I was worry... worry for you... not having any news of you was... that was too hard.
Happy slowly smiled, you were looking like a child. That was the first time he was in a serious relationship and he couldn’t help but feel guilty for making his girl feel bad.
- You shouldn’t worry for me. I’ll always be alright Y/N, he said looking into your eyes before leaning towards you to reach your lips.
You closed your eyes and put one of your hands on his cheek and slid the other one under his white shirt.
Happy broke this first kiss to catch his breath before kissing you again with more passion.
He wrapped one of his arms around your back and put his other hand on your neck.
You shivered when you felt his tongue slowly sliding between your lips to find yours and intensify this kiss.
You missed his lips, you missed his touch and you missed his kisses so much that you could have explode of happiness right at this moment.
- Tell me you love me... you whispered,
Happy smiled, caressing you cheek.
- I love you Y/N, he slowly said.
- And I love you too, you said before pressing yours lips against his.
You were kissing over and over again when someone knocked at the door.
You both turned your head as Chibs opened.
- Sorry to interrupt ya guys, Y/N, it’s nice to see ya.
- I’m glad to see you too, you smiled.
- Jax want us at the table Hap’, now.
Happy nodded before Chibs walked away.
- I gotta go, it won’t be long, said Happy looking back at you.
- Alright. When it’s finish, you take me home.
- No problem baby, he smirked. Don’t worry for that.
You smiled and kissed him again before releasing him.
- It won’t be long, he then said before walking away.
Hope you liked it ✨
Part 2 here
Night ride
So it’s a little Happy fic. I hope you like it. I’m not English speaker, so be patient with my mistakes ;).
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When you finished your assignments for that day at Teller Morrow Automotive, where you worked in an office, you sighed. It was a long day, full of dissatisfied customers and constantly quarrelling mechanics.
In addition to the guys from the MC, your dad, Clay, employed 4 mechanics. You didn't usually have much contact with them, other than collecting parts lists and sometimes giving them Gemma's orders. But that day, one of them called in sick, the second one quarrelled with the third one and they almost got in a fight. The fourth, Lowen, you tried to call him to come and replace the first one, but he didn't pick up. So there were only two two working mechanics and lots of cars to repair. Your main job that day was to explain to your dissatisfied customers that they still had to wait. Usually, guys from the MC worked in the garage too, but this day they all disappeared, which actually happened quite often. Gemma was not there either. She went somewhere to Oregon and told you to take care of things and close the garage at the end of the day.
You were tired and angry. You felt this strange tension. You needed a party. Sons were on the run, and actually, there wasn't anybody at the club. A very rare thing. So a crazy idea came into your mind. As you always wanted to try pole dancing, and a pole was inside a clubhouse… you smiled to yourself, closed the office and checked if all mechanics are really out. It was already 8 pm, so nobody was around. You closed the front gate too, just in case.
There was always a lot of alcohol in the club house, so you just took a bottle of tequila and drank three quick shots. The world started to look better. You played music quite loud and started to dance. You were happy you didn't have to think, to care how you looked like, you just danced and danced. First tried pole dancing, but after some time you just jumped around to the music and felt really happy. The music was everywhere and you were the music. You danced with a bottle taking a sip of tequila from time to time. You danced, you laughed, you sang.
You didn’t hear him, but you felt his presence. He stood at the door and looked at you without emotion. But Happy was always like that. Without emotion. You didn't know him well. You never talked to him. You were a little afraid of him, he was always so serious, focused on the club. You heard that he was called "Tacoma killer", you didn't ask why, but you saw that his look could kill. Something was disturbing about him. He was tall, always shaved his head and inks that probably covered the whole body. You weren't that much into tattoos, but they suited him. He was big, maybe not as big as Opie, but everyone was without thinking getting out of his way. You watched him sparring with Tig a few times. He was surprisingly fast for his posture. It wasn't pretty clean boxing, but his punches were precise and definitely effective. And he always won.
You always had the feeling that he didn't notice you, or that he was just ignoring you. Sons of other charters, if they knew that Clay was your father, often ignored you too. You weren't anybody's Old Lady or a croweater. It's as if you didn't exist without being assigned to a category they understood. The problem was that you liked Happy. But you never had the courage to approach him and talk.
And now, in the tide of drunken courage, you smiled and took a step towards him.
- Dance - a cold order stopped you.
But you ignored it. Instead, you took an empty glass and a bottle of alcohol.
- Have a drink with me. - You poured.
He took it, drank a sip. And without taking his eyes off you, he repeated:
- Dance.
- I will dance if you take me for a ride.
You didn't know what got into you. You were drunk. Yes, but you never lost your common sense to such an extent under the influence of alcohol. Was it a matter of being tired all day long and needing to recover? Alcohol? Or maybe you were just affected by the atmosphere of the club and all their free approach to sex?
- Take me for a ride - with the bottle of tequila in your hand, you passed by Happy and went outside. He didn't move, just turned around looking at you.
You approached his motorcycle, which was standing there shining in the moonlight.
- Don't touch her - you heard a raspy voice behind you, but you just sat at the motorcycle.
You didn't know when you were next to the bike, actually hanging in the air, and Happy was holding your throat.
- Never touch my ride - he barked. He took a bottle of tequila from your hand and took a sip.
- Hey, okay, but how can I not touch it, when you are taking me for a ride? - you smiled.
Alcohol was humming in your head. You rubbed your neck, I felt that I would have bruises there. But you didn’t give up. He looked at you with his black eyes. You held out his gaze, although you should have fallen dead on the spot. Without taking his eyes away from you, he reached into the saddlebag and pulled out his helmet. Not too gently he put it on your head and fastened a belt under your chin. Too tight. He sat down without a word on his motorcycle and let you sat behind him. He took your hands with which you grabbed his cut and put it over his waist. The warmth radiated from him, which you felt despite his shirt and the cut. You sighed and closed your eyes. Happy started a bike.
You drowned in the rush of warm night air, the roar of the motorcycle, his smell. It was the smell of the leather, grease, cigarettes and tequila. You rode through the night cuddled to his back.
You arrived at the lake. Happy helped you get off the bike. The shining in the moonlight water, attracted your attention, so without thinking you ran into the lake.
- Come out, little girl.
- Then come for me - you giggled and spinned around. The water was pleasantly cool. You splashed your hands.
- Come out - he yelled.
- It's nice here - you yelled back and wanted to spin around again, but your legs got tangled up. As you fell, you heard Happy cursing. You tried to get up, but the muddy ground didn't make it easier for you. Suddenly you felt someone grabbing your shoulders and pulling you up. You pulled yourself up too, but instead of getting up, you started to lose your balance again and flew into the water. This time, holding on to Happy, you pulled him down with you. After a short struggle, he managed to get on his feet, and he carried you to the shore.
You were standing in front of each other dripping with water. Happy apparently managed to take off his cut and t-shirt, so he was standing half-naked staring at you. Yeah, you were wet, your t-shirt was wet, you just won a wet t-shirt contest. You stood in silence. You liked him, you liked him a lot. Especially now, when he was standing wet in front of you and the moon was illuminating his tattoos. You took a step forward. You wanted to kiss him, but he suddenly turned away and went for the cut.
- Asshole - you purred to yourself.
He got dressed and suddenly came back to you, leaned over and you felt your lips. He tasted whiskey and cigarettes.
You did not remember when you came back. At the club, he dragged you into his room, gave you a towel, ordered you to take off your wet clothes and wipe yourself. You also remembered when you dropped the towel and, kissing, you forced Happy to lie down on the bed and you bent over him. And then he turned around so you were down. He didn't have any pants then.
- You want to fuck, Y/N? Then ask me to do it - he rasped in your ear, reaching with his hand between your thighs.
You didn't last long.
- Do it - you shouted. - Fuck me, Happy.
Boundaries ch. 4 (Happy Lowman)
Summary: Happy’s in charge of protecting a Diosa camgirl. Words: 1196 Warnings: mentioned of a passed cat, but nothing else that I can think of. Notes: Here’s another one, even though I posted 3 like 2 hours ago. I’m kind of feeling a momentum here, so I’m hoping to hold onto it. please enjoy.
Just a little bit of fan art cause I was bored...
BONNIE & CLYDE Happy Lowman (1/1)
PENELOPE 'PEACH' NUGENT
HAPPY LOWMAN
He was a wanderer, much like her. She had no home and no family. All she ever dreamed of was seeing everything the world had to offer. The outdoors were freedom, the road an escape. Fate had dealt her a losing hand but she'd taken that misfortune and turned it into all anyone could ask for.
The peculiar man covered in intricate tattoos intimidated her, filled her with fear even, but the moment he walked into that dive bar she knew there'd be no going back. When that dark stare locked in on her, it was over.
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The heels on my feet ache, but I've grown accustom. I'd walked here from the motel across the street and you never quite get use to the feeling of being alone in a new place. No one and nothing could ever convince me to give up this life. A different city every night, new people, experiences. It's exhilarating.
The building itself has seen better days. Letters on the neon sign have long ago burned out, leaving the name 'The Joint' missing a few vowels. The lights are low inside and everything is enveloped in a haze of smoke.
I eye all of the possibilities before making my selection. The bar is crowded for a Wednesday night and there's only two vacant spots open along the row of stools. To my left, the man dressed in khaki slacks and a white button down seems entertained for the time being by a blonde in a leather skirt that just barely covers her ass. The man on the right sits alone, a glass of dark colored liquor in one hand while the other rests on the wooden bar top, his eyes trained on the flat screen tv which plays the latest sports game.
The watch on his wrist catches my attention and a piece like that seems out of place in a dive like this. The air is thick with the stench of cigars and the floor is sticky from spilled drinks long forgotten. I make my way across the room and slip onto the stool, making sure to smooth out the black dress as I sit. The material hits just above the knee and dips low enough in the front to show my curves, but not enough to be revealing.
As the bartender turns to take my order, the man I had sat down beside flickers his gaze over to me for a brief second before turning back to the game.
"What can I get ya?" The young, bleach blonde asks with a warm smile. She can't be much more than twenty-one.
"Whiskey sour, please." She gets to work making the drink as I set my purse down and rest my hands on my lap. The chatter in the room engulfs my senses and it's hard to focus on any one thing. I gaze about the room looking at all of the different faces before I'm pulled back by the blonde placing my drink in front of me. I pass her a few bills and take a long pull from the glass.
"Rough day?" The man beside me speaks as he turns back my way.
"You could say that." My shoulders shrug as I smile while taking another sip.
"When you're drinking whiskey sours at eight on a weeknight, I'd say so."
"Says the man drinking whiskey neat." I motion towards his own glass which is mostly empty now.
"I'm Steven." He holds a hand out and I take it in a delicate grip.
"Peach." The dark haired stranger raises a brow while setting his own drink down.
"Your name is Peach?" I pause before responding.
"It's better than Pineapple, right?"
"Yeah, I suppose you're right about that." Steven flags down the bartender and motions towards our glasses. "A round on me."
"That's not necessary, really." I reach into my purse to grab a few bills but he shakes his head.
"I insist. For the girl named after fruit who is having a bad Wednesday." He teases.
"Well, thank you." A flirtatious smile forms on my face as I brush a hand against his arm.
Exactly seventy-three minutes and four drinks later, I'm pressed against the brick wall outside the bar with Steven pressed against me. His lips are rough, his hands firm as he pushes them up the hem of my dress where he brushes them against the lace of my panties. The brick bites into the skin of my shoulders as I fumble with the buttons on his shirt.
"My car," He pulls away just enough to speak. My lips burn from the force of the kiss and I have to gulp in a breath of air. "Is right over there." Steven starts to reach for his keys.
"I'm staying across the street." I motion towards the two star motel with a parking lot filled with rusted out vehicles and playing children with no adults in sight.
"Even better." I take his hand and drag him across the parking lot to the street. Halfway across the pavement I stop to rip the black stilettos from my feet, a drunk giggle leaving my lips as I teeter and almost fall into oncoming traffic. Steven steadies my shoulders before we make our way over the gravel leading to the strip of numbered rooms.
Steven's lips find the back of my neck as I fumble with the key. His hands brush my hair to the side as he presses his front to my back and I push my ass back just enough to tease him.
"Hurry up." He mumbles into my shoulder as his tongue runs along the sensitive skin.
"I'm trying." I whine while turning my head to look at him. He's a handsome man with strong facial features. His eyes are light grey, almost like the ocean during a storm.
As the door finally opens we push our way inside and I get to work unbuttoning his shirt. I drop to my knees as I kiss down his body, my movements rushed as the liquor courses through me. Steven's hands wind through my hair as I reach for his belt and I can hear a slew of cuss words fall from his lips as I unzip them and tug them down. His hands move down my neck to my shoulders where he lifts me to my feet and shoves me towards the bed. I reach for the zipper as I step backwards and allow the material to puddle at my feet leaving me in nothing but a matching black bra and panty.
Steven grabs me by the back of the neck and kisses me, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip while his hands wander my body. My legs hit the mattress and I fall back, a laugh leaving my chest as I bounce up and down from the force. Steven slips over my body and rests between my legs as he starts to kiss down my chest, abdomen, to the top of my panties where he continues on to my inner thighs. One of his hands grips my knee to spread them wider as a moan leaves my lips.
"A peach?" Steven mumbles against the skin of my thigh as he kisses over the tiny tattoo smaller in size than a quarter. I can feel the smirk on his lips. I nod my head up and down as my eyes catch movement across the room as the bathroom door swings open to reveal a man with a gun. I sit up on the bed, pulling my knees to my chest, my heart rate picking up as Steven raises his hands in the air.
"Hey, man. Take whatever you want." I can hear the nerves in his voice as I cock my head to the side with intrigue. Men are weak. The first sign of danger and they crumble. The newcomers dark gaze flickers to me, his expression stoic but as his eyes travel from mine down my mostly naked body, a wicked smirk forms.
"Do you like the way my girl tastes?" He seethes before locking eyes on Steven once again. Steven sputters for words as he looks from me to the man pointing a gun in his face. I sit up on my knees and crawl over to the end of the bed where the two of them stand.
"Wait, you're with him?" I step off the bed, my fingers dancing over Happy's chest as I slip between the two men for Steven's discarded pants. I dig out his wallet and flip through the compartments pulling out credit cards and cash.
"I'll take the watch." I speak up as I motion towards the pricey piece I'd noticed when I first entered the bar. "You really shouldn't wear things like that in a neighborhood like this." I scold as I approach him. Happy watches me, his expression giving nothing away as I reach to unclasp the watch from Steven's arm.
"It— it was a gift." He stutters out. "Please."
"You didn't answer my question." Happy points out as he reaches forward and presses the steel to Steven's forehead. The shorter man trembles like a leaf as his mouth opens and closes, no words coming out. "She tastes like the purest fuckin' fruit, am I right?" Watching Happy intimidate this man fills me with lust. I love watching him become this darker version of himself. I love watching him transform into a man other men fear.
"Y-yeah." I roll my eyes at the terror the love of my life has instilled in the poor excuse for a man. Once I've obtained the money and jewelry, I reach into the duffle on the chair to pull out a strip of rope.
"Quit giving him a hard time." I scold Happy which earns me a look as I stride over to slip between the two men once more. I face Steven and brush a hand over his cheek which is red from stress.
"You'll be just fine. He's not going to shoot you." I reassure as I turn to look at the taller man behind me. The look on his face is a pure aphrodisiac as he watches me bind the man's hands the same way I've done a hundred times. Happy taught me well and the knot will hold until someone cuts him out of it. Happy's free hand reaches out to brush against my waist as he steps closer, his firm front pressing to my back.
"Perfect, baby girl." Happy mumbles as he brushes my hair off to the side and kisses the exposed skin of my neck. "Put him in the bathroom." Happy steps back to give us some space but keeps his eyes locked on Steven, the gun still pointed at its target.
"You two are nuts, you know that? Do you realize how much trouble you're going to be in?" Steven's voice is filled with stress as his eyes flash wild. I grab him by the rope and start pulling him towards the bathroom door.
"You think we'll get caught?" I giggle out to Happy, the adrenaline filling my chest. A smirk forms on Happy's face as he shakes his head no.
"We've seen your ID. We know where you live. You breathe a word about us to anyone and I'll come find you. Trust me, I'm not so sweet without my peach." Butterflies stir in my stomach as I watch Happy darken further. His voice is low, raspy and filled with promise as Steven snaps his mouth closed.
"I love you." I mouth to the man of my dreams and that twisted smirk only grows. My eyes fill with desire as Happy motions for us to continue on. Steven obeys as I shove him in the back and he heads for the door. Happy reaches into the duffle on the floor and tosses me a strip of cloth to gag the stranger. I do so without allowing him a chance to say a word and slam the door behind me where I find Happy, his black sweatshirt discarded and the gun laying on the end of the queen sized bed.
"Come here." He mumbles out, his head cocked low. I make my way over and when I reach him he grabs me by the waist. A squeal leaves my lips as he tosses me onto the mattress like I weigh nothing at all before covering me with his own body. Happy's lips find mine and I'm breathless in seconds.
The kiss is rough and everything I've ever dreamed of. I love this man more than I love myself. He's so deeply imbedded in my soul I couldn't let him go if I tried. My hands cup his jaw as he uses his knee to slip between my legs and I moan into his mouth when I feel him hard through his jeans. The thrill of our lifestyle turn us both on and I have no shame in that.
Happy wastes no time reaching between us to unbutton his jeans and I wind my legs around him, the only thing separating us being the black lace panties Steven hadn't had a chance to remove. A gasp falls from my lips and I pull back from the kiss as Happy slips his fingers into the thin material to slip inside my entrance. He watches me with those honey colored eyes as I snap mine shut and press my hips up to meet his movements.
"I want you, baby." I breathe out while tipping my head back into the pillows. Happy leans down and runs his tongue along my throat as his free hand reaches down to push his jeans a little further out of the way.
In one swift motion Happy sits up and slips my panties to the side allowing him access to slip his hard member inside. A groan leaves his lips as I adjust to him but it doesn't take long for him to force a quick, almost painful pace. Sounds of encouragement fall from my lips with no concerns of the bound man in the next room which quite honestly only turns me on that much more.
Happy's eyes bore down into me while he sinks in fully and my eyes almost roll into the back of my head as he holds himself there. His motions slow considerably as he pulses there and my mouth falls open as I grip onto his upper arms. My knees hug his hips as his lips move down to press kisses along my collarbone.
My hips lift to create some movement and a chuckle leaves his chest as he reaches out to grip my throat in his hand. My eyes widen as he squeezes, his lower body resuming the quick pace he started with. My mouth falls open as my orgasm builds and the feel of his hand constricting my breathing only pushes me closer to the edge.
"Cum for me, baby." Happy leans down and whispers in my ear. My hands fall from his arms where I grip the sheets in my fists as the pleasure blooms across my lower body then to my extremities. I cry out, unable to hold it back as he moves his hand from my neck to my nipple where he squeezes which only intensifies the orgasm. His mouth finds my other nipple as his thrusts become erratic and I know he's close.
Once I've recovered from my high I use my strength to flip him onto his back where I straddle his waist allowing him to fill me up. My hips rock back and forth slow but firm and the look on his face fills me with butterflies. Happy rests his hands on my thighs. One of his thumbs reaches down to brush over the peach tattoo he'd branded onto my skin.
It doesn't take long for him to squeeze hard enough to bruise and a groan leaves his lips as he thrusts upwards. He orgasms hard and forces me back onto the mattress where he stays buried inside me, filling me up with cum. Happy's face finds the crook of my neck where I can feel him breathing heavy and my fingers brush along his naked back.
SIX MONTHS EARLIER
"For fucks sake, Penelope. It's a Long Island iced tea, it's not that complicated." My boss, Ricardo scolds as I stand behind the bar holding the wrong kind of liquor for the drink my customer had ordered. "Gin, fucking gin. How many times can I explain it?" My bottom lip quivers but I bite down on it, refusing to show him weakness. The customer who had ordered the drink gives me an apologetic smile.
"You're fine, sweetie." The middle aged redheaded woman tells me when Ricardo turns his back to grab the correct bottle.
I'd been in town less than a week and I'd run out of money. This shitty hole in the wall was the only place hiring and I had no bartending experience. I barely even drank before I packed up and left home on the east coast. It was never my thing. Only a glass of wine here and there.
"Take a break, I'll fix this." Ricardo swats me away with a wave of his hand and my shoulders slump as I set the bottle down and head for the door. My eyes burn and my body screams with the need for sleep. With it nearing three in the morning I've lost my thick skin.
As I push open the door to head out for a smoke, I almost run headfirst into a body coming in. I'm startled and stumble backwards while placing a hand over my heart.
"I'm so sorry." I mumble out, my eyes trained on the ground.
"She's a fuckin' mess, I tell ya." I can hear Ricardo tell one of the regular patrons at the bar, causing me to sink further into myself. I'm pulled out of the downward spiral by the person I'd almost collided with placing a hand on my chin forcing me to look up. His eyes are dark and deep, his expression cold.
"You alright?" I'm struck by the rasp in his voice and I shy back from his touch.
"Fine." I mumble while side stepping him to escape out into the night. Before the door swings closed I can see the newcomer looking back at me before stepping further into the bar.
If I could walk right out now I would, but I have to make some cash before I can do that. I light up a smoke and take a deep drag while doing my best to exhale all the negativity. It doesn't take long before my solitude is interrupted and as the door opens once again I'm face to face with the same man.
"You the one he's trash talkin' in there?" He grumbles out while reaching into the the black leather vest pocket for his own pack of smokes. I exhale a puff of white with a sarcastic laugh.
"Most likely."
"You just goin' to let him get away with that?" I arch a brow as I watch him light up the cigarette.
"Isn't that a free pass for your boss?" His head shakes no as he takes a hit.
"Man talkin' trash about a woman," he paused. "Doesn't sit right with me."
"I don't need saving." I look down at the ground while brushing some loose strands of hair behind my ear.
"You're sweet as a a fruit, am I right?" I look up at him with confusion written all over my face. "Non confrontational, kind to the worst of 'em, I bet." My shoulders shrug as I stare out into the darkness. "You from around here?"
"No, I'm from Georgia." The man snorts out a laugh.
"I was right. A fuckin' Georgia peach, that's what you are." I roll my eyes and turn back for the door. "Hey, you stand up for yourself." The stranger blocks my way inside as he stares down at me.
"Have a good night." I tell him while slipping past to pull the wooden door open.
Once I make it back behind the bar Ricardo does nothing but side eye me as I turn to the first waiting customer. Things run smoothly for a while, in fact I almost make it to closing time without another incident. That is until a table on the far side of the room ordered six drinks which required me to carry them on a tray. Halfway to them the plastic tray starts to teeter and the drinks start sloshing. It only takes a few seconds and they're shattering on the wooden floor and the room goes silent.
"Penelope!" I can hear the anger in Ricardo's voice as I slowly spin to face him, my entire front soaked by the spilled beverages. I can feel the tears at the backs of my eyes again and this time with everyone staring I'm not sure I can hold them back. In all the chaos I miss the fact that the stranger I had spoken with outside sits at a table in the corner alone as he watches this all play out. "You're done!" The Latin man shouts with sweat on his brow.
"Bu-"
"Get your shit, Penelope." The tears start to slide down my cheeks as I walk back over and toss the tray onto the bar.
"My paycheck?" A sarcastic snort leaves Ricardo's throat.
"You've cost me more money in product tonight than your paycheck was worth. You're lucky I'm not making you pay me." My heart sinks as I realize this entire night was worth nothing and I squeeze my eyes closed as I reach for my purse. I push through the crowd until I make it back outside and gulp in a breath of fresh air before covering my mouth with my hand.
Seconds later I hear the sound of gunshots and my blood goes cold. People start pushing their way out the exit into the parking lot, their faces covered in frantic panic. As the door swings open I catch sight of the strange man holding a gun in each hand. One is pointed at Ricardo, the other is pointed into the crowd. I can't make out what's being said by the sound of screaming, but I can see Ricardo shrink into himself as he pops open the register and begins stuffing money into a bag.
Everything blues together as the adrenaline courses through me and something inside my chest feels glad that Ricardo gets to feel some fear.
What's wrong with me?
The parking lot empties out but my feet stay stuck in one place. I can't move, can't run, can't hide. All I can do is watch from the small strip of glass in the door. I'm almost knocked off my feet by the door opening and the man I had met earlier heading out, his face calm and stoic like he'd just purchased a newspaper, not robbed a business. I'm taken by surprise when he tosses the bag to me and it hits me in the chest before settling at my feet.
"Consider that your last paycheck. Ricardo sends his apologies." The man tucks one of the guns into the back of his pants as he hurries over to a black Harley Davidson motorcycle. I reach down at my feet and pick up the bag, my eyebrows scrunched. "Cops will be here soon. You coming?" He holds a helmet out to me and I open my mouth to say something but have no words.
"You did this for me?" He says nothing. The sound of sirens in the distance disrupts the quiet and without thinking, I take the helmet and fasten it onto my head. I have no idea what I'm doing. I don't know him, all I know is anywhere is better than this shit hole.
"Name's Happy." He mumbles out to me as I swing a leg over and slip my arms around his waist.
"Penelope." I hold a hand over his shoulder for him to shake and he does so with an eye roll.
"I think I prefer Peach." His attitude is so nonchalant after the crime he just committed and I'm in awe of it. He seems to be made of steel and I wish I could be that way. As he flips the switch to bring the bike roaring to life, my chest stirs with nerves, but the good kind. I have no idea what I'm doing on the back of a stranger's motorcycle, but for once I'm not afraid.
"Then Peach it is."
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Overexposed - Ch. 22 Questions (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/swFlwffjJY Sequel to "Hands All Over". Juice and Angela finally got their happily ever away from SAMCRO, but Charming has a way of pulling people back in. (Juice/OC, Happy/OC)