Happy Lowman Imagines

The Wrong Girl

Request: Imagine where the club kidnaps you by accident and Happy likes you cause your a badass.
Im not very good at writing action scenes lol so i hope you guys like this xx
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Sweat beaded on your forehead as your feet hit the pavement, the sun glaring down on you as you ran.
Your ears were filled with the 90s rap blasting through your headphones and you turned into your street. You always started the day with a run- it left you feeling refreshed and you couldn't think of a better way to start your mornings.
You ran steadily down your street, past all the picket fences and the neatly trimmed hedges, and past the black van that was parked four houses down from yours.
You slowed your pace to a walk and yanked the earphones out as you neared your house and wiped the sweat from your brow.
Your breathing was heavy and you turned into your drive way, wrapping the headphones around your phone as you walked.
You stepped onto your porch and kicked off your sneakers before heading to the front door.
Your hand had just touched the cool metal of the doorknob when you heard footsteps behind you and just before you turned around a cloth wrapped hand wrapped around your mouth, the strong smell of chlorofoam filled your lungs and your body sunk into the strong arms that held you. Then everything went black.
The bag over your head was lifted and your eyes squinted as they adjusted to the change of light. Tape was over your mouth and you looked around the room as it came into focus. Six men stood around you, leather kuttes around their shoulders and scowls on their faces. You glared at them and the meanest looking one stepped towards you and ripped the tape from your mouth before stepping back.
A blond guy stepped in front of you and knelt before you, his blue eyes scanning your face.
You watched him, your lips stinging from where the tape had been ripped off.
"We need you to forget what you saw." He said to you, with a coldness to his voice.
You laughed lightly and glared at him.
"And what did I see?" You asked with a smirk.
The blue eyes narrowed before turning and gesturing to a larger man with curly hair and he stepped forward.
The blond man in front of you looked at you with his eye brows raised.
"You saw this man kill Brenan Hefner. We need you to forget that you saw that."
You laughed again and leant forward against the restraints around your chest.
"Honey, I ain't no nark." You smirked.
The man frowned slightly and stepped back and turned to the other men.
He huddled closely with two of them and they began whispering in hushed angry voices before the blond man turned back to you.
"What's your address?" He asked you.
"Why, you boys wanna have a sleepover?" You replied.
The blond cracked a smirk but his eyes stayed locked on yours.
"What's your address darlin?" He asked you again.
You rolled your eyes.
"38 Campbell street south." You said.
You watched as his nostrils flared and he turned towards a younger guy at the back of the room.
"You got the wrong girl!" He yelled and you watched as their faces changed.
Guilt was on each of their faces, all except one.
He stayed watching you, his face blank and his dark eyes perusing you, taking in each inch of your body.
You studied the tattoos on his arms, beneath the white shirt he wore and his leather kutte.
The blond caught your attention again and you turned back towards him as he stepped in front of you.
"It seems these idiots got the wrong address. If there is anything we can do to make it up to you, we will do it. You name the price."
You nodded slowly and he gestured to the man that had been watching you before he turned away and the rest of the group left
the room.
The man stepped behind you and you heard his knife flick open and he released the ropes around your wrists and your chest.
You shook the ropes off you and stood rubbing your wrists and watching the man.
"I'm sorry." He told you, his voice low and raspy, barely above a whisper.
You shrugged and looked into his dark eyes.
"It's okay. I like being tied up." You winked and turned towards the door.
You squinted your eyes as you stepped into the sunlight and lifted your hand to use as shade.
"My names Happy."' The man behind you said quietly.
You turned back towards him and nodded, a small smile on your face.
"(Y/n)." You answered.
"Cmon, me and the prospect will take you home." He said and gestures towards a skinny guy with a sheepish grin.
You began walking with the two men across the lot, when the sound of screeching tires made all of your heads turn.
A black van sped into the lot and screeched to a halt in front of you.
Three Chinese men jumped out of the back and leapt forwards, one of them grabbed you and held a gun to your head while the others pointed there guns at Happy and the prospects.
There was a lot of yelling, but you didn't take any notice of what they were saying when you felt the cool metal of the barrel of the gun pressed against your temple.
You watched as the rest of the club that had interrogated you earlier came pouring out of the doors, their guns cocked and ready.
Happys eyes were focused on you as the man next to you grabbed you roughly, his gun still pressing into your head.
"Put the guns down!" Jax yelled loudly.
The men behind you laughed.
"Lower your gun, pres, or say bye to the girl."
Said the man holding the gun to your head.
You took a deep breath and met Happys eye.
His eyes were full of guilt and anger and you almost laughed before you winked.
You quickly bent your elbow and jabbed it into the side of the man next to you.
He gasped, his arm dropping and you grabbed the gun out of his hand and quickly brought your knee up.
Your knee collided with his face as he bent and his body fell to the ground.
You quickly spun and aimed the gun at one of the other Chinese men and pulled the trigger quickly.
The bullet hit him square in the forehead and the last man turned towards you.
A smile spread across your cheeks as he turned his gun towards you.
You were faster though, and you swung your leg up, kicking his gun out of his hands and shooting him in the chest.
Gunshots rung out behind you as the club shot at the driver of the van.
You knelt by the first man, who was still breathing, his bloody face watching you intently.
"Who are you." He muttered as blood filled his mouth.
You smiled and leant closer.
"(Y/f/n) fucking (y/l/n)."
"To (y/n)!" Jax yelled, the rest of the room echoing him.
You laughed loudly and lifted your whisky and knocked your glass against his.
"Who taught you to shoot?!" Juice asked, still in awe at the day's events.
"I grew up in the hood, Juice. You gotta know how to use a gun, not just hold one."
You laughed.
The club had been in awe as they watched you take down the three Chinese, and had been even more impressed when you had shrugged it off and asked for a drink.
And so you had spent the night drinking with the men that had kidnapped you, getting drunk and getting high.
"You better watch out prospect, she might be getting your leather!" Chibs yelled and the men laughed.
You couldn't help the smirk that spread on your lips as you stood and headed to the bathroom.
You were on your way back to the table when Happy stepped into your path.
His dark eyes burnt through you and your breath caught in your throat as you met his gaze.
The sexual tension between the two of you was thick and you both stared at each other with hungry eyes.
"Your mine now, little girl." Happy growled.
You licked your lips and stepped closer to him.
You laid your hands on his shoulders and leant towards his ear.
"You know I almost got out of those ropes earlier, Happy. If you want me, you better learn how to tie me up properly." You whispered in his ear.
He growled lowly and you winked at him as you stepped past him.
But his hands grasped your waist and he lifted you as you squealed.
"My dorm. Now." He growled and shoved you forwards.
You laughed as you headed down the hall, the sound of whistles and catcalls following you.