She ran away from an abusive home at fourteen. She learned to live on the streets and how to look out for herself after watching her father kill her mother.
What happens when she rolls into Charming four years later?
Can she find redemption in a cer...
"How are you feeling today?" He suddenly questioned.
"I'm not feeling dizzy and the nausea seems to have gone away. I'm still a little tired. Don't have the headache as bad as I did yesterday." She replied.
"Good."
She quietly got back to her breakfast as they slipped back into silence. When she was done, she began cleaning up the kitchen while he took a shower and got ready for the day. With everything cleaned up, she went to get dressed and await him to be ready. She hoped it would be a slow day at the office because she just wasn't feeling up to dealing with anyone. He came out from their bedroom in jeans, his boots, and a grey "Reaper Crew" t-shirt on. They headed outside to his bike and took off for work. Lyla was interview some new girls for the porn studio and Jax wanted a few of the club members to go and interview them as well. Happy wasn't letting his 'ol lady know he'd be spending the day with a bunch of porn stars. As soon as Chibs saw Happy and Angelika pull into the lot, he meandered over to see how she was feeling.
"Mornin' you two. 'ow are ya feelin' today?" Chibs inquired.
"Better. The headache is still there but not as bad as yesterday. I'm still tired. I'm not really dizzy anymore and the nausea seems to have gone away." She replied.
"That's goo' t' 'ear. It means you're 'ealin' up. Don' do anything strenuous or anythin' that could make ya 'it your 'ead." Chibs told her.
"Got it."
"Take care of yourself. Listen to Chibs." Happy told her before kissing her forehead then turning to walk into the clubhouse.
She headed into the office to see what all she had to do that day. Parts needed to be ordered, two cars needed to be picked up, a bike was ready for pick up, and there seemed to be at least one repo. She got on the repo paperwork and got it ready to go. When Gemma arrived, she was on the phone ordering parts that needed to be ordered. Gemma gave her a warm smile as she set her purse down. Once she was off the phone, Angelika greeted her employer back and moved out from behind the desk.
Gemma asked how she was feeling so she told the older woman what she'd told Chibs and Happy earning a nod in return. The blond got on filing the paperwork that needed filing, got out the paperwork that needed to be signed for the vehicles that needed to be picked up, and then began cleaning the office as best as she could. Gemma liked the girl. Angelika did her best to keep herself busy and the office clean. That was feat in itself but the blond did her best anyway. Gemma made the calls to the people to come get their vehicles. Tig needed a specialty part ordered so Angelika got the paperwork for it so Gemma could order it when she was done making phone calls. Tig thanked her before leaving the office.
To Angelika's relief, it was turning out to be a relatively slow day. A couple people came in for minor work, oil changes, an inspection. She did all the paperwork and got it filed then went back to sitting on the couch to rest in between working. Gemma left the office to her while she went to fetch lunch for everyone and run an errand. She heard some of the other patched members talking about the party that coming Friday night and how some of the Tacoma boys were coming down. She remembered Happy telling her he first prospected in the Tacoma charter so she wondered if any of his friends from up there would be showing up down there. Gemma finally returned and passed out everyone's lunch. Angelika didn't have the energy to move out to the picnic table so she just ate her lunch with Gemma in the office.
As she sat there eating, she began thinking of the tattoo she wanted on her right forearm. She wanted a stitched-up voodoo doll. It was very symbolic to her and fitting in her mind. She'd have to talk to her 'ol man about drawing something up for her and then doing the tat itself. She hoped he wouldn't mind doing another tattoo for her. After she finished her lunch and threw all the trash away, Gemma said she could clock out for the day. It was slow and there was no need for the two of them to be in the office Gemma stated. Angelika nodded before clocking out then wandering to the picnic tables by the clubhouse. She just watched the people around her until Happy returned with a few of the others.
He noticed her sitting by the clubhouse and wondered what happened. When he strolled over to see what was going on, she told him what Gemma had said about it being a slow day and not needing them both. He just grunted then nodded towards himself to head into the clubhouse. He had the prospect bring him a beer and a bottle water for her. They found a seat at a table and just looked around.
"Happy? Would you mind drawing up a tattoo for me? I'd like a stitched-up voodoo doll. I want it on my right forearm." She explained.
"I'll get on it when we get home."
"Thanks. I really appreciate this." She stated making him nod at her.
As people began to filter into the clubhouse after the workday ended, she began to get a little antsy. She wanted to see what her 'ol man would draw up for her. He had a few beers before deciding it was time to head home. She quickly followed him out to his bike. On the way home, she leaned up against him and slipped her fingers underneath the hem of his shirt and rested her hands on his lower stomach. It was easy to feel how tight his stomach was and she loved touching him. He navigated them home with his thoughts on what he wanted to do to her after he designed, and possibly tattooed, her. As soon as they made it home, she began preparations for dinner while he sketched out what she had described to him she wanted in another tattoo.
Gemma had told her how to make spaghetti so that's what she thought she'd try tonight. He sat in the living room with his sketch pad drawing up her latest tattoo while she made them dinner. He figured she'd want it to be colored so he took his colored pencils to the sketch to show what he thought she wanted it to look like. As she was finishing up with dinner, he was finishing up with her sketch. She made them each a plate and took it to the living room. He showed her the sketch he'd done making her gasp. "It's perfect!" she exclaimed. He smiled to himself before asking if she wanted to get it done that night. She smiled and told him yes.
Once they'd eaten, he got down to preparing her arm for the tattoo. She waited while he got his kit and got everything set up as her heart began to beat a little faster. She loved watching him tattoo and it seemed even more special when he was tattooing her. Even though he was tattooing her arm instead of her chest, he still found himself getting hard at tattooing his 'ol lady. This was something permanent going on her body and she had come to him to do it. He couldn't figure out what it was he loved so much about tattooing her but he did. She didn't wince, didn't cry, didn't move very much as he slowly made her voodoo doll appear on her arm. Each time he wiped away ink he looked up to see her watching him intently. A few hours went by before he was finally finished with the tattoo. She looked down and smiled. "It's perfect! I love it!" she told him as he was cleaning up.
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After he cleaned up, he threw her over his shoulder and headed straight for their bedroom making her giggle. She didn't know what it was about him tattooing her that got him so riled up but she loved it. He wasted no time in going what he was after. Two hours later both were spent, sweaty, and trying to catch their breath. She was curled up into his side with his arm draped casually around her. He turned the TV and found an old horror movie to watch as they laid there in bed together. It made him smile whenever a scary part would come on and she'd jump and bury her head in his chest. He always thought how he could do things better than what he was seeing on screen or how they were messing up and leaving too many clues behind as he watched the movie.
