A Happy Coincidence

Chapter 14

Sporting Happy's navy blue SAMCRO t-shirt and a pair of his boxers, rolled at the waist to fit better, Rory joined him in the living room. He was sipping on a beer, the TV glowing through the darkness.

"What are you watching?" Curling up on the recliner, she let her lips linger around her own bottle.

"Super Jail on Adult Swim." He answered just as the cartoon ended. "Robot Chicken is next."

"You watch a lot of cartoons?" She extended her leg out and kicked his knee with a grin.

Moving like a shot, Happy gripped her ankle. "I watch whatever's on." He gave her leg a tug and looked at the empty spot beside him on the couch.

"Use your words, Mr. Lowman."

"Come here." He ordered, his voice a deep growl.

She used a good amount of strength to pull her foot back but gave him an apologetic look. "Are you sleeping with anyone else?" She asked confidently despite her growing anxiety.

His bottle clinked as he placed it on the table. "No."

"Oh." She didn't know why she was so surprised but surprised or not, Rory was happy to hear it. "Good. Safety and all, you know."

"You jealous?" He stood and prowled over toward her. "Feeling some type of way?"

"No." Challengingly she moved up to her knees, still on the chair, and got close to his face. "I just don't want to catch shit from whores, you included."

When she said it, his upper lip curled into a snarl and, palming the back of her head, he kissed her. If Happy was only ever right about one thing it was her ever changing feelings for him. Digging her nails in the back of his neck Rory pulled herself closer to him.

"I don't want you fucking anybody else." He barked, his teeth tugging at her lower lip. "That pussy is mine." Brushing his hand along the elastic of the boxers she wore he grinned, snapping it against her skin. "Hear me?"

She sat back in her feet and gazed up at him, innocence in her eyes, and nodded as she sucked on her sore bottom lip. "All yours."

With a caveman like grunt, he bent down throwing her over his shoulder, and marched off toward the bedroom.

There were things about Rory he understood that others didn't and the same was true for her. They were both twisted, dark and always on guard with an ever-present keen eye, although he was further on the spectrum of weird than Rory. Their shared love of good, rough sex and willingness to get dirty was something neither found before in another. She could bury a body with a smile on her face, he'd never known a woman to do that and he loved it.

"Hap?" Her voice was full of mischief as he pulled his clothes off her and then stripped down himself. Rory rolled over and, reaching out, grabbed a bandanna from the bureau. "Tie me up and put your cut on. Let's take this one slow."

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"We should have got my car last night." Rory was not a morning person, at least not after a night of drinking and sex. Dragging herself out of bed, she redressed in her own clothes from the night before, the ones that Happy had thrown in with his wash, and followed him out front. "We could still be sleeping."

"Not me, I gotta go to my mom's anyway. The guys are up there moving some shit."

It wasn't that Rory wasn't a fan of the Sons, she just preferred to keep distance between them all; it just felt safer. They had swapped the van for his bike at the clubhouse the night before and she was thankful for the fresh air as they took the ride to Bakersfield. When they arrived, there was a giant box truck in the driveway right where she had parked her car.

"Where is it?" She asked, her cheeks flushed red with anger. "Where is my car?"

Kozik smiled at them down the alley as he and Miles loaded a crate into the truck but she had no idea who he was. "They probably pushed it up." Happy said giving her a gentle shove to get her walking into the backyard. "That's what bumpers are for."

"Really?" She looked at him wide eyed. "You guys, I swear to God."

"Not a scratch on it." Kozik said once she and Happy hit the grass. "I put a blanket on the bumper for you. Didn't want to fuck with a bounty hunter and all." It was purely a joke but she scowled, wondering how he knew so much when she had never seen him before. He hadn't been around the club the last time she was and they didn't seem like ones to gossip. She was wrong about that.

"My mom's blanket?" Happy asked. "You used my mom's shit?" Hassling Kozik as he went back into the house, Happy left Rory and Miles out in the yard.

"Hi." He said awkwardly.

She smiled and nodded. "Hi. You know how long you guys are gonna be?"

"No, sorry."

From inside the house Happy began complaining about some mess in the kitchen and Kozik came out, Miles went in to scrub the dishes and pans they'd used. Rory missed the solitude she had most of the time as she threw herself down on the patio furniture amidst the noise. Kozik pulled down the garage-type back door and locked it with a satisfied sigh. She was just about to ask him how he knew her previous trade when a basketball flew over the fencing and a quick, testosterone fueled conversation passed between Kozik and two young men.

"Tell em' I'll be right back." He said getting a running start and easily climbing over the chain link to the other side.

"Whatever." Rory sat back, pulling her glasses down and closing her eyes to enjoy some quiet.

She didn't know how much time had passed but suddenly her eyes popped up at the sound of shouting and the loud rumble of the truck. "Shit." She heard Kozik back in the alley and she knew whoever had started that truck shouldn't have.

"Stop em'!" He hollered at her while climbing the fence again with less skill than before.

Something inside Rory sent her flying to her car. Maybe it was a need to prove herself or she was possibly just doing it for Happy, but either way she was starting the engine and pulling out after them without a second thought. The roar of motorcycles sounded around the corner, they weren't behind her and Rory figured Happy knew the neighborhood better and was trying to cut them off. Stepping down on the gas she was only a block behind the truck when Eric skidded to a stop, cutting her off and almost killing her in the process.

"Goddamn it." She slammed her fists on the wheel of her little sedan and scowled at him. "What are you doing?"

"I'm taking you home. I let you have your little fit but this shit you've been doing will get you killed."

Her jaw dropped, he had lost his mind. "Wait, you've been following me? Spying on me?" When Eric got on something he didn't stop, she could see that intensity in him now.

"I saw you last night, I saw you kill that man without flinching." For once they were thinking the exact same thing, that the other was absolutely insane. "That's not you."

Rory's heart stopped as shame flooded her, she knew it was wrong but it hadn't been a thought until he looked at her with judgmental eyes. "He was going to hurt me."

"Come home, Rory. These people are animals. What are you doing chasing after hood assholes with these bikers? Do you want to end up like Emmett and your dad? I promised your brother I'd look after you and that's what I'm doing."

This time when she was hoisted up, not by Happy, she hated it. Rory tried kicking and scratching at Eric but he quickly threw her in the van, his tires screeching as he pulled out and raced back toward Jeffrey's.