White Lies

Chapter 31

It filled Happy with excitement to see Rory slipping into real clothes, black form fitting 'work' clothes, which almost didn't fit her new ultra curvy postpartum body. She seemed normal again, if only for that evening and it reminded him of when they first got together, before babies and cheating. Happy never realized how badly he missed it all, how badly he missed her.

"Where is she?" Rory asked as she threw her hair into a bun. "Is this stealthy type shit or can we go in without having to worry."

Checking his phone, Happy shook his head. "Motel, not too slick but we should be careful, especially with your arrest shit."

Rory stopped, having forgotten all about that after Jenna's attack, and looked at Happy. "That's settled, right?"

"Yeah," Happy nodded. "You're both out, no need for extra bodies, it's all smooth. We're sure, don't worry."

"Thank you," on her tiptoes she kissed his lips. It was fleeting but they both felt the jolt of their first real connection in too long.

"It's what I do," he brushed it off. "Feeling up to taking my bike?"

"No," she said apologetically. "My incision still hurts sometimes. I don't want to risk it."

Snatching her keys from the table, he nodded and pointed to the steps. "Let's go kill this bitch."

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Rat was practically dancing around the room, moving from one side of the bed to the other, as he tied Jenna's hands and feet then duct taped her mouth shut. "Silence is fucking beautiful," he said menacingly. He never felt particularly bad for Jenna, especially not after what she had done, but after sitting on her for so long, enduring her delusions and entitled heartless behavior, he was ready to see them take her apart.

"Thanks." Happy shook Rat's hand and the brother's hugged as Rory stared at Jenna, spooked and overcome with messy emotions. "You find out about her folks?"

Rat nodded. "Old man's been dead for a while; Mom's got dementia she's in a home in Bakersfield. She doesn't visit but it sounds like she's too far gone to realize shit."

"Not surprising." Rory muttered darkly. "Thank you," she turned to Rat. "I'm assuming this wasn't fun for you. It means so much."

With a heavy sigh, he shook his head. "She's the goddamn worst. After what she did though I'm glad I got a chance to help with retaliation."

"This is fucking revenge," she spat. "Retaliation is war, it's business, this is personal. Hopefully you got something out of it."

Rat laughed and shook his head. "Seeing you guys get right with her, as much as you can, is enough. I didn't want to fuck her after all this. I hate her so much even the sex was shitty."

Happy nodded in agreement, as he moved from the bedroom to the bathroom. He wanted to crack a joke, ease the heavy emotions involved in the task, but he knew Rory would kill him and Jenna if he did.

"Head out front," Happy tossed Rat the keys to Rory's car. "Keep your eye out, let us know if anything pops and we'll come right out."

"Have fun," he winked before stepping out of the room.

"You okay?" Happy asked Rory as Jenna began to stir.

She shrugged, tears in her eyes, and looked at him. "This won't bring back our baby."

"No, it won't."

"Just another reason why she doesn't deserve to live."

Rory climbed on top of Jenna, ignoring the pulling pain from her incision, and gave her a swift, cracking slap across the face. "Wake up, slut." Happy smiled as he snuck into the bathroom.