A Happy Coincidence

Chapter 13

Rory felt herself relax the moment she saw Happy pull up in the black SOA panel van. "Jesus, I was really starting to freak out. Thank fuck you're here."

Tilting his head to the side he looked at the body and smiled. "Nice shot." He flicked her forehead, right between the eyes, before bending down to grab the guys ankles. "I'll take care of it."

"I'll help." It was a struggle but she helped Happy load the body into the van. "What are we gonna do with him?"

"I know a spot. We could burn or bury." As her face twisted in disgust Happy began to chuckle. "Bury it." She came closer and sensing how upset she was Happy hugged her tight, almost stealing her breath, and tried to be reassuring. He wasn't sure what he was doing though, the action felt strange yet he enjoyed it. "It's okay. That guy woulda taken your head clean off, that Colt is no fuckin' joke."

"I know." Behind his back she linked her wrists and held on, not ready to let go. "It's actually more than that." Not knowing what else it could be Happy just stood silently, his arms still around her. "Anyway," she said awkwardly and released him. "What should I do with my car?"

"My mom and aunt live around here. Park it there and we'll head up and dump this asshole."

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They took the ride to Chigger woods, neither really speaking, although Rory had so much she wanted to say and even more importantly, ask. She didn't know what she was doing when she was around him. Staring out the window she smiled as the stars grew brighter and more numerous the further they got from the city, it was romantic in a way, if you didn't think of the dead man decomposing in the back. 

"How's it been?" He asked, his eyes roaming over her for a second. "Work and shit, I mean."

Rory nodded, her lips puckered as she tried to think of the best way to describe it for him. "Busy but boring. I think women feel better coming to me to find out about their men than anyone else. It's all nasty hood rats too, for the most part." She looked over to him and frowned, whining. "I'm bored."

With a devilish smile, Happy nodded.  "You got the taste for blood, little girl."

"It scares me that killing him didn't really freak me out. It did, it does, but I always thought it would destroy me, killing someone, but it didn't the first time or now. I was more concerned with someone coming by and seeing me."

Remaining silent, his eyes on the road, Happy smiled. She was a little murderess and he loved it. "Asshole deserved it."

"Where you been?" She asked suddenly, trying to move away from the topic that confused her endlessly. "Busy, I guess, club shit, right?"

"Club shit." He repeated her words as a confirmation. 

"What is this?" Shuffling herself around, Rory looked at him. "Every time I see you we sleep together. That's it though, right?" She wasn't fishing for a commitment or a ring. She just needed to know for herself before she began to feel something more, something stronger. Her responsible side also wondered how many women, if any, he was sleeping with besides her. 

"And I cover your ass when you murder people." 

"And I let you use me as a hostage to get your friend back." Rory opened her mouth to speak again but Happy stopped the van and jumped out. "Guess we're here." She grumbled and followed his lead.

"You gotta give me your gun."

"Why?" She caught the shovel he tossed in her direction, annoyed by his request rather than having to dig. "My brother gave me that gun for our birthday, Hap. I can't just dump it. I can't do that."

"You killed two people with it, Rory." It was the first time he'd ever said her name, she smiled to herself despite their charged conversation. "One got cleaned up by the cops. That bullet is in the system now, if it pops again and gets tied to you, that's two capital murders. I don't want you gettin' the needle."

Bending her arms she covered her inner elbows at just the thought and reticently nodded. "Fine."

"I can take it apart. Give you the slide or the grip but that's it."

They had begun digging as they talked with nothing but headlights and the moon to illuminate their work. The conversation dwindled and was replaced with her annoyed groans as they lifted and dropped the body into the ditch. He picked a spot far from the SAMCRO hole they used, keeping those bodies separate from hers was safer for Rory and the club.

"If you want to build your rep," his voice was deep and harsh, startling her from her thoughts. "I can help with that and get you doing more than catching cheaters."

"That would be fucking awesome." She beamed excitedly. "I think you've said more to me than tonight than you ever have." 

Shrugging in response, he opened the passenger's door before walking along the back, slamming the doors shut, and climbing into the driver's seat. "Where you going?"

"To get my car, I guess?"

"Then?" Instead of answering his question, Rory looked at Happy expectantly. "Right. My place, you smell like shit anyway, could use a shower."