Flower of Scotland

Part 14

Four weeks after the attack I was healing well, still sore in places but my bruising had gradually disappeared and I could move freely. I had spent time with Uncle Chibs, talking about Scotland and family members that were no longer here. Happy had been attentive and we had resumed the physical side to our relationship after Tara had given me the go ahead.

Some women don't want to touched after they have an experience like I had, in all the movies I had seen they shy away from any contact.

That wasn't the case for me.

I craved Happy like a drug, I craved the feeling of his body against mine. I felt that with every time he touched me he wiped away the touches of the masked men, cleansing my body and soul of the tarnish left behind. I had started wearing my own mask, playing the part of myself.  I bantered with everyone like I would of before, I laughed, I drank, I smoked. Life and soul of the MC clubhouse.

But, I had become obsessed. I spend hours every day mentally planning how and when I would go about my vengeance. I had been making trips out alone when my gate keeper, Happy, would allow me to be unattended.

I had overheard whispered conversations in the clubhouse about the skin heads or Nords as they had also been called. I knew the club were making moves and putting things in to place to take them down, a few of the Sons had run ins with their members over the past weeks but luckily for me none of them seemed to want to own up to rape, still, I was running out of time if I wanted my face to be the last they saw.

I knew Juice had hacked their surveillance system at the cigar shop and with the premise of using his laptop for internet shopping, I studied the layout of the shop, camera placement and which areas they covered. Looking for correlation between time stamps and when they were where. On my trips to Main Street I would watch, observing comings and goings, people, times, patterns. I would note down anything that I deemed important and slowly I pieced together a plan, going over and over it in my head covering every angle, every possible detail that could change the course of my intent.
All I had to do now was wait, wait for the perfect opportunity and one was coming, sooner than I expected.

I was playing pool with Juice and he was laughing as I over exaggerated singing a song that was playing on the radio.  We we're definitely more than a few shots of Whiskey in, I climbed up on a chair to belt out the last verses of Amy Winehouses - F me pumps, when Happy, Tig and Bobby came through the door. Tig immediately took up fan girl position and cheered loudly, cupping his hands over his mouth and shouting.

"Yeah! Woooo! Take it off!"

Happy palm slapped him in the chest and pointed in his face with a look that said.

"Cut that shit out right now"

Happy came forward and grabbed me round the legs throwing me over his shoulder and whisking me off towards the dorm room.
Over his back I shouted.

"Thank you! I'm here all week!"

In the bedroom Happy threw me down on the bed and started undoing his jeans as I tore at my own clothes.

"Had a good day dear?" I asked laughing.

Happy smirked, reaching down for me he flipped me over and pulled me up on to my knees before him. He ran a hand from my arse, up my back until he reached my head. Taking a handful of my hair he guided me up towards him so my back was flush against his chest. Still holding my hair he spoke in to my ear.

"I'm gona fuck you until you can't remember your own name."

Butterflies churned in my stomach at his words and I moaned.

Pushing me forward once more I arched my back down the way I knew he liked. Pressing the top half my body to the bed and leaving my arse up so he got the perfect view.

He growled and yanked my thong to the side so he could enter. I gasped as he filled me and he gripped my hips tighter waiting for my inner walls to relax and adjust. He then took up a punishing rhythm. I knew I would be bruised where his fingers dug in to my hips but I didn't care, the gruff noises escaping him with every re entry was sending me over edge. I loved the noises he made, the rasp of his voice sent hot flushes across my body.

"Whose are you?" Happy suddenly blurted out.

"Yours Happy." I panted. "I'm yours."

"Don't ever forget it." He said nearing his release.

I gasped again as I clenched around him triggering his own orgasm.

"Fuck." He said closing his eyes and tilting his head up, pulling me back to him hard.

He stood breathing hard for a moment before releasing my hips from his hands and pulling back.

I laid forward on my front aching slightly from the roughness of our love making.

"We're leaving early tomorrow morning to a meet in Lodi." He told me once his jeans and belt were fastened once again.

"Ok." I replied. "What time you gotta be up?"

"Five am." He huffed.

I chuckled a bit at his expression.

"Do you know what time roughly you'll be back? or should I find myself a hottie for the night?" I joked.

He glared at me unimpressed.

"Only if you want to wake up with just his head in the bed." He said with all seriousness.

I scrunched up my nose.

"Could you leave the bottom half instead?" I don't really need the head."

I squealed as he turned to land a slap on my bare bum.

Happy got up to shower and I sat up. A smile spreading across my face and nervous excitement filling me. This was my chance it was now or never. The timing of this run matched perfectly with my timings of the Nords movements. I knew exactly where they would be at a time I could be there. My mind ticked over piecing together the jigsaw of my intentions. I could be back here with still a whole day to myself if I executed it just right.

Happy emerged from the bathroom and I smiled up at him.

"I'm going to pop back to apartment tomorrow to get a few more changes of clothes, I won't be gone long, I'll be back here by the time you get back."

"Be careful." He instructed.

"Did you say what sort of time you'd be back?" I quizzed feigning forgetfulness.

"Shouldn't be late, afternoonish probably." He replied. "Come on, all that exercise made me hungry."

I licked my lips at him "I got something you can eat."

He pulled me to him and gruffed

"That's desert."