White Lies

Chapter 19

Before Rory even opened her eyes she felt Happy's warm, wet lips along her shoulder and down her spine. Normally it would made her smile, his attempts to get her in the mood had certainly improved over the years, but all she could think was where else those lips had been. She was obsessed.

"Morning, baby," Happy growled into her ear.

"I'm not in the mood, Hap." Her voice was cold, far from apologetic as it usually was when she turned him down, and her face remained stone, eyes shut.

Unaccepting of her original reaction, Happy tried once more sure he could sway her. His fingers crawled along her hips, tickling her as they slipped under the lace of her panties. "Are you sure?"

"Stop," she blindly slapped at his hand. "Jesus, I said I'm not in the mood. Leave me alone."

"What the fuck is your problem?" Sitting up, Happy glared at her furious she'd react so harshly. There were some things he was phenomenally sensitive about and Rory's rejection was one. In his mind he was innocent, he'd stopped seeing Jenna for her, and he didn't deserve it.

"I'm pregnant," she slowly rolled over and sat up. "With twins. The last thing I want is your dick banging around inside me right now."

"You said you owed me. You were into at the clubhouse the other day."

She was, she always wanted Happy, they were both insatiable but not after what had happened with Jenna. That was one aspect that stung him more, she had to be truly angry and upset to turn him down.

"That was then," she inched her way over to the side of the bed. Her growing belly proved to turn even the simplest of tasks into a chore.

"You need help?" He asked through gritted teeth as she moved slowly to get her feet on the floor.

"No."

Rolling his eyes, Happy laid back down and decided if she wasn't going to get him off he'd just take care of himself. From the corner of her eye she caught the motion, too distinct to be anything else, and scoffed in disgust.

"You're a pig."

"Just me?" His eyes fell on her stomach and he instantly regretted it. "Ror, I-"

"Don't." She snapped, beyond heartbroken, and grabbed some clothes from her bureau. "You need to be a father today. I won't be here."

"Where are you going?"

Ignoring the question, she moved as fast as she could into the bathroom to shower and change. She wasn't surprised that Happy was now ignoring her, he always clammed up defensively when she was so angry. Sneaking into Emma's room, it was still incredibly early, Rory kissed her daughter on the forehead before making the drive to visit Johnny.

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"Little Miss Emma!" Tig greeted the little girl enthusiastically knowing that Happy was probably not exactly soft and cuddly with her right then. "Let's get you a donut." Without a word to his daughter, Happy let her down and Tig led her into the office with Gemma.

"Thanks," Happy grumbled with his coffee in hand when Tig returned.

"I raised my kids already man," he remarked as he joined Happy at the bar. "What the hell happened now?"

"She's being a cunt." He snapped. "And she won't let this Jenna shit die."

Tig nodded and sipped his coffee. "She started the interrogation shit with me too."

"Goddamn it." He slammed his mug down so hard the porcelain cracked and the coffee spilled out and ran down along the bar. "It's fucking pussy." This time he spoke quietly. "It didn't mean shit."

"Well, yeah," Tig shrugged. "But not to her."

Gemma came back into the clubhouse, she had a message for Clay, and stopped as she heard the conversation. It was not like Gemma to shy away from any topic, she nosed her way into most, but this time she actually had good advice.

"Hap," she gently placed her hand on his shoulder. "That pretty boy she worked with, if she was sleeping with him, how much would you care if she said it didn't mean anything?"

Happy looked at Gemma, a shockingly vulnerable look on his face, and nodded. "I'd put him in the goddamn ground."

"Yeah, and that's only a fraction of how she feels, darlin'. You're working off anger, she's got that and her hormones, among other things."

With a kiss each of their cheeks, Gemma returned to Emma in the office and left Happy with that verbal slap in the face.

"What are you gonna do?" Tig asked not long after Gem had left.

"I don't know. I get it but I don't want her to fucking kill me."

The two laughed morbidly and Happy fatefully sipped his fresh coffee from the prospect who had also cleaned the mess.

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Hours later in Oregon...

Johnny pushed Rory back, as gently as he could, and wiped the back of his hand along his lips. As soon as shed arrived she kissed him, hard and forceful, but Johnny refused to give in.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Do you love me?" She asked, batting her eyelashes at him.

"Yeah, I always have, but not like this Rory. Besides, I value the fact that I'm breathing."

"Please, fuck me. Kiss me. Do something."

Gripping her shoulders he forced her down on the couch but remained standing. "What happened?"

"I think Happy cheated or is cheating. I don't know but something is not right, Johnny." She looked pitiful as she gazed up at him looking for love and validation. It broke his heart to see her hurting.

"I'm sorry, sweetie but this is not what you want to do."

"It is. Is it the belly, the pregnancy?"

Johnny's face screwed up as he looked at her stomach. Sure that was the physical issue but he still wouldn't have done it, pregnant or not. At least he didn't think he would have.

"No, Rory, it's because you don't want to. You're married to Happy, you love him, you're just upset."

"I hate him." She snapped with a petulant little frown but she and Johnny both knew if she did she wouldn't be there. "I love him too much and it'll ruin me. He'll be my downfall."

"Shit, Ror," Johnny sat beside her. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, I am. I wish I could help."

"You can," she sniffled. "You're a charmer, John, I need you to charm a porn star for me and dig in, find out anything you can."

He laughed, doubling over at what he thought was a joke, but Rory remained serious. "Wait, you're not joking?"

"No. I know it's even worse than if it was some random woman he met but the club owns half of the studio so they're around, a lot, and they have no respect."

"Sounds like he doesn't either."

"I don't know," she shrugged. "It's different, the club mentality, doesn't make it right though and he knows how I feel about it. We've discussed it before but it's not like he doesn't care, I know he cares, he's just well, he's fucked up."

"What are you going to do?" Johnny asked, deadly serious, he knew exactly how Rory was and what she was capable of.

"I don't know. I'm not planning on killing him, I love him, but I have to know John. As long as the bitch steers clear and Happy doesn't fight me on it, it shouldn't get violent."