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Master of Torture

***Okay this chapter is going to be pretty vulgar. And the picture is of a rat that was in season three but it's not who they are dealing with in this story. Once again sorry if I'm all over the place this is basically stuff that happened apart from the show. Well here's chapter Four hope you enjoy.***

          I wake up on Happy's chest, and I look up at him. He was still asleep, and he looked peaceful, Adorable actually. I sat up and got out of the bed and walked to the bathroom to wash my face and put on my makeup I grabbed a pair of ripped shorts and a dark blue SAMCROW shirt, and pulled my hair back into a bandanna.
       I walked back into the room and quick rolled a joint grabbing a lighter from Happy's dresser and lit it. I turned to see Happy sitting up from the bed "Morning." He said in a low raspy half asleep voice. I couldn't help but smile, I walked over to the bed and sat next to him inhaling the smoke. Happy looked at me and then the joint and took it from my hand taking a hit and handing it back as Jax walks into the room.
      "We're gonna get some answers out of your kidnapper." He says nodding at me then looking over at Happy. "If we can't get anything it's all you Hap." Jax says sitting in the chair next to the bed. "Don't worry I'll get it out of him." Happy says getting out of the bed and walking into the bathroom, and shutting the door.
I look back at Jax. "Anything I can help with?" I ask taking another hit. "Well if you wanna help us get intel sure." Jax responds to me with a smirk. "Ha I haven't done anything like that in a while should be fun." I respond thinking about my past. I used to be the Indian hills secret Sargent at arms, and I was pretty good at getting some Intel.
Happy walked back into the room and grabbed his cut off the bed. "You could learn a few things from the master of torture here." Jax said gesturing towards Happy who just nodded. "Alright well we gotta be getting to Stockton
       We all stood and walked out to the T.M parking lot to meet up with the rest of the guys. "Stockton house?" Juice yells out to Jax as we all get to the bikes. "Yeah. Lana your riding with Hap." Jax says getting on his bike putting his helmet on. I nod and walk over to Happy who gives me his helmet as he starts his bike. As we all pull out of T.M I hold on tightly to Happy and burry my head in his shoulder. I loved the smell of him the mixture of cinnamon spice and cigarette smoke.
     As we pull up to the Stockton warehouse it's about 10 am., and we park and get off the bikes. I follow the guys into the building to see a man tied up by his arms, his feet barely touching the floor,and a table full of knives, tools, needles, and other random things that could be used to get anything out of everyone. "We've been at it for and hour and he's not talking." Quinn tells us as we approach him. "I'll take it from here." I hear Happy say from behind me. He walks past me and to the table, and takes off his cut and his sweatshirt. He picks up a knife and walks over to the hanging man who's leg is wrapped from where Hap had shot him a few days before.
     Happy was tracing a circle on the mans chest with the knife he picked up. "Now before we begin I'm gonna ask you. Who ordered the hit on this girl and why are you looking for her dad." He asks rather calmly with his deep rough voice. "I ain't telling you shit." The man responds smiling weakly at Happy who rolls his eyes and cuts half a circle where he had been tracing causing the man to groan. "Fine we will start simple... What's your name." Happy asks his voice a little more demanding this time. When the man doesn't answer he begins pulling at the skin in the half circle. "Danny!!!...." The man yelled taking a few deep breaths before adding. "Danny Barty." He said again. "Alright now who ordered the hit." Happy asked. "I'm not saying shit." The man said spitting on Happy who growled and tore the skin off from the cut. The man screamed and a few of the guys had to leave because they couldn't watch the process.
      After about 30 minutes of skin tearing and screaming Happy got to a point that I couldn't even watch, so I walked outside to where Jax, Chibs, Bobby, Juice, and the rest of the guys where standing by there motorcycles smoking. "Not even I can watch that shit." I laugh walking over to Jax and the rest of the guys. "Not many people can. Smoke?" Jax asks handing me a cigarette. I take it and light it, and nod in agreement to Jax's statement.
      After another 30 minutes Happy walks out from the warehouse covered in blood. "He's ready to talk." He tells us. The guys all stand and walk into the building I follow closely behind. The man was still hanging by his arms as we approached him. "I don't know exactly who ordered the attach all I know was he was an Irish guy that needed an enforcement. I don't know why they want your dad all I know is they wanted any Intel on him." The man told us. Jax nodded to Hap who nodded back and pulled his gun out and shot the man in the head. "Alright let's get back to the clubhouse." Jax says turning and leaving the building.     
         I turn to face Happy "Well master of torture guess I'm riding with you." I say with a smile. He chuckles as we walk over to his bike. "Guess I'm stuck with you." He says sarcastically, He always makes me smile. "Yup... Forever." I whisper into his ear from behind him. He laughs and hands me his sweatshirt "It's going to be a long ride home." He tells me and I gladly put the sweatshirt on. And we get on his bike and follow the guys out onto the road. I couldn't wait to get home to be abler I sleep next to Happy in his bed.
     ***complete. Thanks for reading I liked writing this chapter a lot thanks for reading. New chapter soon to come***