Emily's pov
Stupid Jax. Punch.
Stupid Tig. Punch.
Stupid Chibs. Punch.
Stupid Happy. Punch.
Stupid Juice.
I didn't take another swing at the prospect. I took a step back and handed the new prospect the gloves before walking out of the ring. How fucking dare Jax throw my brother into jail? Then get someone to shove a fucking shiv into his neck? And then not even have the guts to face me before he gets himself hit by a truck? How could he just leave his children here like that? I stopped at the wall of mugshots and looked at the picture of my older brother. Goddammit Juice. You always get yourself into trouble. I touched the frame and ran my finger along his name.
Juan Carlos "juice" Ortis. The only family member I had left. Or did have anyway. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I moved my hand away from Juice's photo. I was Juice's 25 year old sister. I'd moved to charming about 4 months before juice had been killed.
"Don't beat yourself up over it." The strong Scottish accent said and I turned to Chibs.
"He was your friend Chibs. How could you turn your back on him?" I snapped at him but he stood tall and said nothing. "Where's Happy?" I asked and Chibs looked out the back. I clenched my jaw and walked out to where Happy was sitting on the floor playing with Abel, and Thomas. I leant against the door frame and just watched Happy pulling faces at the two boys. Wendy, Abels mother and Thomas' guardian, soon stood next to me and wrapped her arm around my shoulder. Wendy and I had always gotten along well. Even when the rest of the club hated her.
"Happy would make a great dad." She said and I nodded in agreement. "And you'd make a good old lady." Wendy smiled and I gently chuckled. My affection toward Happy was not a secret. Not even to Happy. I was his go to girl for whenever he needed to "relieve himself". I was also his tattoo artist. I would always tattoo the small smiley faces on his hip and I'd tattoo the rest of his body whenever he wanted something new. Wendy went to Happy and the boys and took them out the back. Apparently it was nap time. Happy smiled as he watched them leave before standing up and looking at me.
"How long have you been there?" He asked.
"Not long." I shrugged as he walked over. I looked at his bandaged arm where he had been shot and I frowned.
"It's fine. Don't worry." Happy put his arm behind his back so I wouldn't look at it. "You're all sweaty." He said quietly and pushed my blonde hair behind my ear.
"Yeah I just fucked Tig." I teased and he tensed up. He knew I was joking but it still pissed him off. "It was so good. He had me coming in seconds." I bit my lip and looked up at Happy. He didn't look impressed.
"You done?" Happy asked and I smiled.
"Yeah I'm done." I laughed and he rolled his eyes but he smirked
"That's not funny." He put his face close to my ear. "You know you're mine." He gently kissed my neck and I tried so hard not to give in.
"Technically I'm not." I mumbled as I felt his breath hit my neck. He chuckled. He grabbed my hips and pushed me against the wall.
"Yes. You are mine." Happy wasn't usually this dominant. Usually he just fucked me and left. Something was different. Maybe it had something to do with Jax... Happy had started to kiss my neck again and run his hands up my shirt when we heard a cough from the door. Happy groaned and looked up at where Tig was standing, smirking.
"Sorry guys. Happy you're needed at the table." Tig tried so hard not to laugh. Happy looked back to me and gently kissed me, Something he'd never done before. I mean he's kissed me obviously, but never gently like that.
"I'll be back later." He whispered and I nodded. He walked out the door, glaring at Tig on the way. Tig looked at me and winked.
"Shut up Trager." I smiled and walked out to the bar. I poured myself a shot and started thinking.
I didnt really know what i was to the club. Since Juices death I had thought about leaving, but I felt at home here. But i hadn't actually thought about how the club felt about me... maybe it was time for me to ask.
