I am in love with you
You set me free
I can't do this thing called life without you here with me
'Cause I'm dangerously in love with you
I'll never leave
Just, just keep loving me the way I love you loving me
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Aaliyah pulled up into the parking lot of the clubhouse, her heart a mix of excitement and anticipation. She had the day off, but Kelly didn't, so she thought she'd stop by to keep her company. It didn't hurt that Gemma, Jax's mom, loved having her around. Aaliyah knew she'd be welcomed with open arms. As she hopped out of her vehicle, the familiar sights and sounds of SAMCRO came into view.
Tig and Half-Sack were working on cars, their hands greasy, and focused on their tasks. Jax was in a deep conversation with Clay and Bobby, their expressions serious as they discussed club business. Nearby, Happy and Chibs stood near their motorcycles, sharing a laugh and a smoke. The camaraderie among the members was palpable, a brotherhood built on trust and loyalty.
Aaliyah smoothed down her white mini skirt, ensuring it covered her properly as she made her way toward the group. Her green long-sleeve sweater, tied at the front, showcased her toned stomach and the sparkling belly piercing she wore. She had straightened her hair and let it cascade down her shoulders, giving her an effortlessly stunning look.
As she walked, she felt the eyes of the SAMCRO members on her. Tig was the first to notice her, letting out a low whistle that drew the attention of his brothers. One by one, their heads turned to take in the sight of Aaliyah making her way across the parking lot.
"God damn," Happy mumbled, his eyes glued to her as she approached. The admiration in his voice was echoed in the expressions of the other men, their gazes following her every step.
Aaliyah couldn't help but smile at the attention. She had grown accustomed to the appreciative looks from the SAMCRO members, and she found their protectiveness endearing. As she reached them, she waved and called out, "Hey, boys! Working hard or hardly working?"
Tig grinned, wiping his hands on a rag before stepping forward. "Always working hard, Aaliyah. You know that."
She laughed, giving him a playful nudge. "Sure you are, Tig."
"What are you doing here, little one?" Happy asked as he walked up to her, Chibs following close behind. "And wearing that, no less."
Aaliyah turned to face them, a confident smile playing on her lips. "I'm here to keep Gemma and Kelly company," she replied, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Besides, I happen to look really hot. It's bound to catch someone's attention."
Her smirk widened as she noticed the way Happy's and Chibs' eyes darkened with jealousy at the mere thought of a guy asking her out. She knew they felt something, even if they wouldn't admit it outright. For some odd reason, she had found herself caught in a love rectangle with Happy, Chibs, and Jax. Each man brought something different to the table, and each one left her feeling more confused than the last.
"You must really want me to bend you over and spank you," Happy growled, his voice low and filled with a dangerous edge. The intensity of his words sent a shiver down Aaliyah's spine, making her clench her thighs. Heat pooled in the pit of her stomach, an undeniable response to his raw dominance.
