A Happy Coincidence

Chapter 10

You guys, I CANNOT stop writing this. I'm so glad you're all enjoying it! 

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"What in the hell happened?"

Barely over threshold of Jeffrey's home Rory was already being questioned. She could still smell Happy on her skin, taste his kiss on her lips and it made her smile. That was far from who Rory was though. When she and Eric had been dating he always complained of her sometimes cold demeanor. She wasn't the giggly, bubbly sweet thing most guys wanted but this new guy seemed to be turning her around.

"Jesus, I got picked up and held hostage. Did you miss that part? I thought you were there."

Johnny sighed and pushed her to sit on the tacky plaid couch. "Why didn't they kill you?"

Really, they didn't kill her because she begged and pleaded and had history enough to prove her words true but the boys couldn't know that. Maybe the shower sex helped too. "Because you made a deal, they stuck to their word."

They didn't believe her for a second. "I pulled that Trager guy's jacket, found that whole crew, they're animals."

Eric nodded, his finger pointing accusingly at Rory. "Tell us the truth."

"That IS the truth!" She felt attacked, all three sets of eyes burning into her. "I told him we'd leave them alone, turned on the water works and that was it. They used me to get their guy out without some huge shoot out."

Jeffrey, Eric and Johnny looked between them, she was adamant but it didn't sit right. "Alright, just settle down." Jeffrey said calmly. "Take a few days, make sure that ankle is strong and we'll get back to it. Smarter next time so this shit don't happen again."

"Okay." She pouted.

"Did they say anything?" Eric asked, still interested in her ordeal.

"No," she scoffed. "What do you think we chatted while they held a gun to my head?"

"So you sat there alone on the side of the road until we got there?"

"Well no," she said slowly. Rory couldn't possibly tell them about the incredible sex with Happy, that wouldn't go down well at all. "They kept me around for a bit then dropped me off. They aren't stupid, someone probably would have found me." She could feel their suspicions rising. "I need a nap. Jeff, can I use the back bedroom?"

"Of course, sweetie. Go rest."

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"Hey." It wasn't the most original opening to a text conversation but Happy didn't seem like a guy who would mind.

"Thought I said call?"

"Yeah, I can't."

"Why? Are you okay?"

"Im fine. I just don't want them eavesdropping. Where are you?"

Happy grinned, looking down at the grave he was digging, and chuckled as he replied. "Taking out some trash."

"That's sounds nasty." Rory's thumb hovered over the send button before she decided to add a smiley face.

"Definitely." She stared at the word, disappointed by his short reply, as another text came in. "What's up?"

She groaned, thinking what he said before was simply to shut her up. "I was thinking about what you offered earlier."

"You're actually ditching them?"

"Maybe. Why don't you show me what's on the other side?"

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Sneaking out was almost impossible. The floor creaked with every step and it only made Rory more angry. She was a grown woman and shouldn't have to sneak out of Jeffrey's house but there she was, tiptoeing out like a pro or so she thought. Eric caught her as she hit the top of the stairs. He'd suspected secrets for months but over the last few days he was sure she was involved in something dangerous.

She walked through the front yard, her ankle holding up just barely and grimaced as she started her car, her eyes on the house for any movement or signs what someone had seen her. Satisfied she was safe, Rory pulled out and drove to meet Happy.

"Why do you have butterflies?" She asked herself as she parked. "Stop it, silly girl." She scolded herself checking her reflection in the rearview mirror. "It's cool, he's just a friend that you really want to bang again." Walking through the parking lot she repeated those words until she entered the bar. It was the same one she and Happy had gone to after the Chinese kill. Fond memories.

"Hey." He actually smiled at her. It was sweet and bright and nothing like she expected it to be.

Rory sat with him and smiled shyly. "Hi." She snatched his beer and took a long sip. "How was your little job earlier?"

"Fine. Muddy. What'd you tell your crew?"

"Nothing yet. They're all hopped up on adrenaline and some stupid need for revenge. I'll let them relax and then leave." He nodded and waved to the barmaid sauntering around the room for another beer. "What kind of jobs do you think I could do?"

"Depends on how dirty you mind getting. I could set you up at a bar in Oaktown."

Rory was visibly disappointed. "I'm not going to be a waitress, Happy. I have actual skills I want to use. I'd be bored and besides don't the girls in club bars end up fucking every guy? Like a whore who serves premium liquor?"

"Nah, I'll be the only one fucking you." He said with a dark, crooked grin. "And I didn't mean as a bartender, I mean to find you some jobs. PI type gigs, that's the way it works. Word gets around people come to you for shit."

She didn't react and Happy could see she was scared, as she should be. That kind of work could be dangerous. "I don't know. Sounds risky."

"Not with SAMCRO backing."

"You'd do that? What about that Clay guy, he didn't seem too fond of me."

"You'd be at our disposal." He said coldly. "Our little errand girl."

"Thanks but uhh, I think I'll pass. I don't want to work for you guys. I don't do bosses like that and I don't just give people power over me." Her heart fell a little at the lost oppurtunity but Rory wasn't going to put herself in such a precarious position with the club. 

"You don't trust me?"

"I trust you, it's the business aspect and working with a one percent MC I'm not so sure about. Besides, I don't want to be anyone's errand girl. You guys need help with something, you come to me, I don't want to be your bitch."

Happy growled and leaned forward. "You liked being my bitch."

"I'll make you mine if I get another go."

Wetting his lower lip, Happy nodded. "Tell you what, let me set you up, get the word out and I'll personally back you. No club."

Rory smiled, she liked the sound of it. For some unknown reason, she trusted Happy, first with a gun to her head and now in business. "How do we seal this deal, then?" She was aready on her feet, slightly wobbly from her weak ankle. "And you don't get a cut, I pay you if and when I need you, alright?"

"Sounds good to me." Draining his beer, Happy stood. Lifting her, he tossed Rory like a ragdoll over his shoulder and slapped her ass making a show on his way out. He dropped her down beside his bike he threw his leg over and smacked the leather behind him. "Get on. We seal the deal with a ride."