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Swinging her hips from side to side, Carmela washed the pots and pans from her previous task of making her husband, Happy Lowman, a nice home cooked meal for later on in the day.
She was very organised, hence why she got ready an hour early for her hair and nail appointment.
Carmela Lowman was what you would call a 'girly girl'. She loved to get her nails done, her hair did and get mani pedis when she could. So dressing in a pink sundress that reached just below her knees with some nude pumps, she walked to the salon down at the Charming Strip.
She was smiling all the way down to the salon, excited to get her nails done. She had planned what shape and color she was getting about a week ago.
Silver glitter and nude pink coffin styled nails were staring back at her once she had exited the salon. She hadn't gotten them too long as she liked to cook and she didn't want to cut her new nails by accident.
When she got home, she laid down in bed, planning a nap. But when she woke up it was a little dark outside.
"Shit!" She exclaimed, realising that her husband was going to be home soon.
Carmela quickly scrubbed up and started to go downstairs, only for the front door to open. She smiled, thinking it was Happy.
But it wasn't.
The man wore a black bandanna over his mouth and nose, black sunglasses over his eyes. He heard a shout from within the house, "Honey! You're home! Im sorry but dinners gonna be a little la-." Carmela had cut herself off when she saw the man.
She took a deep breath and rolled her eyes. When she looked back at the man, she gave him a deadpan look.
"Alright mate," her English accent leaked with sarcasm, "what can I help ya with?"
* * * * *
Happy Lowman wiped his scalp in the shower as he refreshed himself from dealing with club business, to go back with his Old Lady. He had started to pull on his baggy jeans when his phone on the bed started to ring.
Little Girl x
A smile broke out on Happy's face as his Old Lady called him. He answered of course, excited to hear her voice.
"Hi, Little Girl. I missed y-." he cut himself off when he heard grunts and heavy breathing.
He knew that something was wrong straight away. The thought of her in trouble caused Happy to go into panic mode.
"GUYS!"
* * * * *
Carmela lay breathing heavily, staring at the masked intruder bound and gagged on her kitchen chair with plastic under him to catch the blood, with Barbie Girl playing on repeat. The intruder was begging her to let him go, to stop the music, to not cut more of his skin off, begging her to not to remove anymore fingernails. Her husband should be here any minute and then that meant she had to explain what was going on.
Oh, I'm screwed, she thought. Oh well. She shrugged.
Hearing the front door open for a second time, she heard her husband shout for her. She called back, informing his that she was in the kitchen.
What she didn't expect was that Happy had brought all of the Sons to the house, thinking that she was in trouble.
"What the fuck?!" Exclaimed Jax from beside Happy.
"Did you do this, Little Girl?" Happy asked his wife.
She weakly nodded and then he heard the whimpers from the guy, making out that he wanted the music and physical torture to stop.
All the Sons looked at Carmela like she had three heads, not believing that such an innocent, kind natured soul, had done something like this. Noticing that she had blood on her pink sundress, she shrugged and started to wash her hands in the kitchen sink.
She turned to the men in her kitchen, "I made extra if you want to stay for dinner." she pointed to the intruder. "Just let me clean up first." she smiled widely, sweetly at the stranger, widening her eyes.
The guys were speechless. Such a pretty little innocent thing like her managed to make a man shake with fear, make him tremble with desperation to get out, to die. She smiled at the men and turned to the stranger, pulling up her dress to her hips, showing her pink and white panties but also the gun strapped to her thigh.
The guys all were drooling, and Happy was smirking, knowing what was going to come next.
She straddled the masked man, and grinded her pussy on his dick, making him hard instantly. She was a beauty, Carmela. Standing at 5'2, with wide hips, small waist and thick ass thighs with a thicker ass, she had the body that made all the Sons think that she was an angel. The blonde hair and blue eyes made her look like the definition of innocence.
The stranger moaned, and Happy grinned. He knew that she would go in for the kill soon. Very soon.
The guys watched on, slightly turned on and curious to what Mrs Lowman had planned for the intruder. She danced sensually on the man, and pulled her gun out of its holster, and shot him.
Just like that.
She turned to Happy and the guys and grinned, "what did you think?"
All the guys were speechless, except for Happy who wore a grin going from ear to ear.
"That's my girl!"
He picked her up and kissed her on the mouth. It was rough, desperate, passionate.
Breaking the kiss, he winked at the boys, "you can clean this up, and when you finish, take some food home."
And he took his Old Lady up the stairs to show her how turned on he was, leaving the shocked Sons in the kitchen.
Tig looked at everyone, "what the fuck just happened? Where's the innocent Carmela?!"
They all shook their heads, not being able to answer him.
They all realised that they had not left the house, and started to scurry out when they heard the screams.
