One more tattoo

A forgoten enemy

*** Chapter 2 guys. Sorry if I seem all over the place I'm pretty new at all this so go easy on me lol. Enjoy.***
As we pull up to T.M I can't help but remembering my past with SAMCROW. My father worked with the IRA in America distributing guns for the mc.  He was close with Jimmy O. I on the other hand was or fond of Jimmy and I stayed at the mc while my dad made his deals. I was close with most of the guys Clay was like a father and Jax was like a brother, Tigs and Chibs where like the crazy uncles. When My dad betrayed Clay he split and I left to take care of my dad's old pub. It's been years since I saw this place. Happy's bike came to a stop and I got off the bike taking the helmet off handing it back to him he glared at me for a moment and I glared back before he got off his bike and took the helmet out of my hands. He turned me and pushed me towards the clubhouse I just rolled my eyes and kept walking. We walked in and he strolled off to the bar next to Tigs who gave him a beer. "Hey Lana your gonna stay here for the night until the heat dies down okay." I turned to face Jax who looked at me concerned. "What heat? I thought I got out of this shit." I asked sternly. "I know but your dad and the ATF must be stirring up old demons we where attached last week by the Irish to get to on your old man. We knew you where their next target." Of course he did. That bastard. "Alright fine." I exhaled rolling my eyes. Jax nodded "Hap!" He exclaimed waving Happy over who got off the bar stool he had been sitting on and made his way over to us. "I need you to watch Lana here until this shit dies down. Keep her in your room make sure she doesn't go anywhere." Jax explains to Happy, and I just roll my eyes yeah I got somewhere to go. "Ight whatever you need pres." Happy says grabbing my arm. Wait president I didn't even notice Jax's new patch on his cut wait what the hell happened to Clay  I ask myself as Happy takes me to his room. He quickly opens the door of a room and pushes me inside closing the door behind him as he walks in "You know I can walk myself." I say agitatedly and Happy takes off his cut and puts it on the chair next to his bed. He just ignores what I say and continues what he's doing, I walk over to his dresser and notice a tattoo gun. "You tattoo?" I ask pointing to the dresser. He nods "Yeah I do most of the guys ink. You?" His voice is rough but not as demanding or scary. More calm I guess. "Yeah a-little." I answer "Good you can give me two more." He says lifting his shirt revealing his toned chest covered by tattoos and an incredibly Sexy v-line. He points to his abdomen showing me 14 smiley face tattoos. "Two more of these." He says, and I can't help but laugh "Alright." I say as he just nods as he gets the ink ready. He sets it on a table next to the bed, and then takes his shirt off and sits on the bed. I can't help but stare as I pull a chair up next to him and pull my hair back. I hold onto his waist as I tattoo him. Once I'm done I wipe the access ink off him and stand. "Done." I say as he stands putting his shirt back on. "So... Where were you when I was around?" I ask trying not to sound like I was hitting on him but of course it sounded that way. "Probably in jail." He responded as he put the tattoo gun away. "Okay... Um I gotta ask... Why the smiley faces." I ask hearing him slightly chuckle "For every kill I make I add one to my collection." He responds with a seriously sexy and serious expression. "Um... Where am I sleeping?" I ask as he turns to face his dresser again. He points to the bed in the room as he rummages threw a dresser drawer then turns to me throwing sweatpants and a SAMCROW t-shirt at me "Put those on." He says sitting in the chair besides the bed. I hope he knows I have no intention on leaving to change. I think to myself as I begin to take my shirt, and bra off. I had no problem showing other people my body as I used to be a sweetbutt for the Nevada charter. Happy just sat and stared with his hands folded across his mouth. I couldn't help but blush, and I never blushed so I looked down and continued undressing trying to hide it when he just has to say something. "What's that?" I look up at him to see hi pointing at my stomach where I had two scars across my abdomen. "Um...  Just An incident in Nevada." I quickly respond throwing the shirt he gave me on, and quickly pulling on the sweatpants that where way to big for me along with the shirt. "The hard life of a sweetbutt." I say jokingly. "You?" He asks me with no expression on his face. "Yes me." I answer hopping into the bed hoping to get some rest. "You aren't sleeping there are you?" I ask looking at him sitting in the chair. He just nods "No your not this bed is plenty big come on." I say, and he continues to just sit staring at me. I get up out of the bed and walk over to him and stand in between his legs as he just leans back to look up at me. I chuckle and grab his hand it was rough but warm. I pull him up off the chair and walk him over to the bed and push him on the bed. He continues to glare at me as I climb over him to the other side of the bed. "Sleep." I say curling up under the covers closing my eyes. I slowly drift into sleep trying not to think about him but it was useless. Happy was on my mind.