Amour

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"Cal! Hanson wants to see you babe." Fiona told me approaching to take over.

"Baise moi." I huffed angrily and Fiona giggled. (Fuck me...)

I hate my boss. He's been trying to get into my pants for six months now. He barely takes no for an answer. Sometimes I just want to run away.

Run back to him... Tell him I never should have left him. I still love that stupid, tattooed, bald headed asshole. Eight years I haven't seen his face and I still dream about him every night. I crawl into bed and hold a photo of us. I beg to whatever is out there to bring him back to me... I know where to find him, just after we separated, and I moved here he transferred from Tacoma to Charming. All I'd have to do is go to Teller-Morrow Automotive... I've driven there countless times and always chicken out of actually entering the lot by the time I get there.

It's been eight years, what makes me think he's waited for me like I have him... I sighed to myself and shook the thoughts of him from my head.

I stalked into the back storeroom where Hanson waited for me. "Callie!" He greeted smiling widely.

"Hanson." I stated in a monotone. "Fiona told me you needed to see me." I spoke confidently.

"Yes. I was hoping you've reconsidered my offer of dinner?" He asked smiling at me.

Something about this moment was making my blood run cold. The unease in my gut was hard to ignore as I saw the look in his eyes. "Hanson, I don't think it'd be a good idea..." I replied, instantly regretting my words as the back of his hand came across my cheek cutting me from the ring he wore.

"You stupid bitch." He snarled.

I recoiled raising my hand to my cheek cradling it in my palm as it pulsed and burned. Hanson reached out and wrapped his thick hand around my throat lifting me off the ground. I immediately began to claw at his hand as my air supply was cut off. His hand went to my jeans in attempt to undo them as he pushed me up against the wall.

I drew back and lifted my knee and swung forward driving it directly between his legs. He let go of me and dropped to his knees. "You cunt!" He screamed in fury.

He got up and swung his fist at me, catching me in the jaw making me drop clutching my face. Instead of crying or screaming a fury ignited inside of me. I snarled grabbing his face between my palms I drove my head into his nose before scrambling up.

I ran out of the storeroom and straight through the bar ignoring the calls from my fellow coworkers and ran straight for my car. I jumped into the driver's seat and started it before peeling out of the lot.

I drove as tears fell from my eyes, I headed for the only person I wanted at that moment. The man I left behind eight years ago. When I arrived at the lot of Teller-Morrow around four pm that afternoon people stared as I climbed out of my car. Taking note of my appearance a man with blonde hair and a president patched leather cut approached me.

"Are you okay?" He asked worriedly no doubt seeing the handprint and the cuts and bruises on my face.

"Is Happy Lowman here?" I asked.

"No, he's out right now but should be back in an hour or so." He replied confused.

"I'm an... old friend. Can you point me somewhere I can clean up and wait for him if that's okay?" I asked hopeful he'd allow me to stay.

"Sure darlin'. Follow me." He said leading me into the clubhouse. He escorted me down a hallway before stopping at a door. "This is Happy's dorm. There's a bathroom inside." He told me opening the door.

"Please, when he arrives can you tell him 'amour'. He'll know what it means." I told him.

"Name's Jax if ya need anything." He nodded.

I nodded my thanks and walked into the room. I stepped into the bathroom immediately and washed the blood from my face and cleaned myself up as best I could. I sighed at my reflection seeing the damage done.

I had to walk away and decided to be nosey into his life. He never really changed much. He's still a neat freak and a minimalist. The room was rather empty. He had his sketchbooks and art supplies set up on the desk. On his dresser sat a couple of model Harley's that he's had since he was a child. A nightstand and lamp sat on either side of a large king sized bed that was made up neatly with black sheets and a comforter.

Two things on his nightstand caught my eye though. They lay on the left side of the bed, the same side he always used to sleep on. I stepped closer and picked up the photo that lay there along with a necklace I'd been missing since I left. I picked up the photo and covered my mouth with my hand surprised he kept it.

It was a photo of his mother, his aunt and I at the kitchen table of her home in Bakersfeild the first day I'd met her. She was telling me stories of his childhood and I was smiling widely as I listened to her. He had snapped the photo so he would never forget that moment. That was the first time he'd told me he loved me... He said he never wanted to forget the moment because it was a time where the three women, he loved most were happy...

I set the photo back where I'd found it and just as I stood up the door burst open. I jumped and screamed as I turned around. Seeing Happy standing there we locked eyes for a moment before his eyes raked over me seeing ever injury. I knew at that moment I was safe. I couldn't help but to sob as my knees gave out from under me. Happy caught me and held me tightly to his chest where I let go of all the fear and sadness that I've felt. I was safe and home in his arms...