A Happy Coincidence

Chapter 9

"Why is she still breathing?" Clay asked as the flatbed rolled by and stopped to let Jax, Chibs and the prospect off.

Pursing his lips, Bobby gave a simple shrug. They all really figured she'd have been left back for someone to stumble upon but there she was with Happy. Most of them didn't have time for a talk, Jax was hurrying them along sprouting off plans for when they came looking.

"That's why you don't bring them back with you." Clay growled.

Opie stepped between Clay and Jax. "Those assholes would have known it was us. Do you think killing her would stop them from coming after us?"

"Prez," Happy called out. "It wasn't her."

"You know that shit for sure?" Clay snapped back.

Happy nodded, looking back at Rory as she hobbled toward his bike. "She called me, explained shit, gave their numbers and weapons too. I trust her."

With narrowed, dark eyes Clay listened, furious, but couldn't pick out a reason for Happy to lie or ever be disloyal. If Happy trusted the woman, he'd have to let her live but Clay was going to pin her down.

"What are you doing with her now?"

The flatbed took off again and minutes later the van, backend smashed, raced by the hidden gravel shoulder the club had assembled along.

"I gotta dump her somewhere, let her call those assholes so they don't make me kill them."

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Happy had a perfect spot for Rory to wait. It wasn't far from the east end of the reservation but far enough for the bounty hunters to have a trip ahead of them. Piney and Tig had taken a long drive, far west, with the group following. Even though they didn't see Rory, her crew didn't stop driving until she called them.

There was a wait, a long one and Rory didn't want to sit on the side of some dusty road for hours. He spun her around to a local motel and she paid for a room for four hours. "Always comforting to know it's a hooker joint." She joked unlocking the door. "So I should call?"

"You should." He said low as they walked in.

She gingerly relaxed on the bed, her face twisted in pain and begrudgingly called Eric. "I'm okay." She said quickly and gave them the vague directions Happy provided her. "Please, hurry."

When she hung up Rory smiled deviously. "I can't believe I just did that. Thank you for not killing me. I know you wanted to."

"Didn't want to, thought I had to." He grumbled, lifting himself to sit on the bureau. "How's your face and shit?"

"Hurts. I just want to eat and sleep. Those guys are going to badger the shit out of me." If she'd felt better, even just one iota, and she knew he wouldn't reject her, Rory would have pounced on him. Knowing she was safe made the entire faux hostage situation entirely more sexual than she'd even imagined. Rory knew she was twisted but Happy brought out some of the strangest parts of her psyche.

"They are assholes."

"Yeah, they are, sometimes. They're family, I got no choice."

Hopping down he strutted over to the bed and, gripping her shirt, lifted Rory halfway and kissed her violently. She hissed into his mouth from the pain but didn't pull away. It was unexpected, not only after what had just happened but also because of his refusal to kiss her before.

She managed a few words, "Just watch my," as Happy roughly yanked her shirt up over her head. The rest were muffled as he interrupted her with yet another kiss.

"I'm not gentle." He grunted; one hand working to get her bra off, the other fiddling with his belt. "Aight?" She loved when he talked like that, his street vernacular and slang made him seem even more dangerous.

Rory nodded and, gritting her teeth, pushed her jeans off over her swollen ankle. Every inch of her was sore now, not just her cuts and ankle but Happy's touch drew her attention away from the pain. Lifting her hips toward him, he gave her ass a hard slap, a mischievous grin on his lips. "Sneaky bitch." He growled, his teeth sank into her shoulder and his hands roamed her body as they moved together.

Knowing those men were looking for her, frantically worried, made the tryst all the more enjoyable. Happy could see the possessive caveman look Eric had given Rory, he was sure they'd at least had sex. It all came together, the mental and physical and made the pleasure insurmountable.

--

Erring on the side of caution Happy took Rory to the mile marker early. He tied her loosely to the street pole and gagged her just for show. "Good look for you." He said dryly but Rory laughed knowing it was a joke.

"Thank you." She mumbled, Happy hardly understanding her.

"Yep. I'll be back behind that tree until they get you. Next time try calling before you're that deep in shit."

She nodded, surprisingly sad to see him go but remained silent. Even if she had tried to call out after him the gag in her mouth made it almost impossible for Happy to hear her. She didn't even know what she would say but Rory did not want to go back. She wriggled around as best she could but Happy didn't come toward again until she began stomping her feet.

"What?" He hollered, jogging closer. "They'll be here soon." He objected as he removed the gag.

"I don't want to go back with them." His face screwed up as he shook his head. "No, I don't mean I want to run off into the sunset with you but I don't want to do this anymore."

Not seeing her on the other side of the law, however unoffical recovery agents really were, would be a nice change. Happy gave her a lopsided smile. "Go with em' now, kill this beef and hit me up tonight. I may now how a girl like you could earn some cash."

"Thanks." Rory sneered at him but quickly smiled, her cheeks flushing as rolled his toothpick. This guy was insane but over the few days she'd known him he'd saved her life a few times, she wanted to return the favor.

He had just about made it back to his hiding spot when the van, dust covrered and falling apart, came barreling down the road. "Aurora?" Eric hollered, jumping out of the vehicle before they came to a complete stop. "Rory, baby," he slid to her on his knees. "Are you okay?' He asked, slightly calmer, as he gently removed her gag.

"I'm fine." She said, her eyes gazing over his shoulder as she looked longingly at Happy. "Let's just go."

"Where did they take you?" Johnny asked as Eric cut her free and helped her to stand. "We're going after them."

"Are you nuts? They'll kill you!" She scoffed, yanking her arm away from Eric. "Just leave it."

Happy watched as the three of them fight with a smile on his face, he was excited to have pissed those lunkheads off once more. Disappointment came over him as she climbed back in the van and the door slammed shut. Happy was sure she'd give in, not call him and continue the gig she claimed to hate. 

"We'll see." He mumbled as he started his bike and headed out in the opposite direction.