A Happy Coincidence

Chapter 17

"I didn't think you were coming." Rory said, looking up at Happy as Tig lead Eric around to the back of the building picking up his gun along the way.

Placing his gun back in his pants Happy looked at her as they started to walk back to the far end of the parking lot where he and Tig parked. "Of course I came, I told you, you're mine."

"Oh." Giving his a squeeze before she let go Rory realized what that meant although maybe not exactly. It was more than them strictly not sleeping with anyone else, more than possessiveness or jealousy.

"You're mine too, Hap." Silence. Just as she expected. "You got the message huh? Later than I would have hoped."

"Message?"

"I called TM." She explained leaning on his bike gratefully taking the cigarette he offered her. Rory could use the nicotine. "Some woman answered and she said you weren't there. I left Jeffrey's address and asked her to send you. She knew I was the bounty hunter."

Happy began to grind his teeth, he didn't think Gemma did it purposely but he was pissed. "Never got it, I had Juice me help find you. I knew they had you, no one else would have done it."

"Wait, is Tig gonna kill him?" She was already heading back. "I can't let him kill Eric, I'm sorry but I can't."

"He won't." Happy didn't go after her his words were enough to stop her. "He'll just make sure no one fucks with us again, warrants or not."

As she turned to face him, keeping her distance, Rory looked him over with a smile. "And you don't want to get any hits in? I almost can't believe you're not back there."

"Did he hurt you?"

"Well, no. Didn't even tie me up or anything."

"I'll leave him for now." Until a time where Rory wouldn't have to witness it actually. "If he comes back around, Ror, I'll fucking kill him."

She didn't object; partially because Rory didn't think Eric would be so stupid and also, they'd already given him enough passes. "You get the guns?"

"Yeah." He curled his index finger silently calling her closer. "You went after em', that's dangerous, little girl."

"I can take care of myself...most of the time." She draped her arms over his shoulders and linked her wrists behind his neck. "Like tonight, I didn't really need you but you made it easier."

"Don't do it alone next time." He scolded her, his palm slapping against her ass. "I mean it."

Suitably put in her place Rory grinned as Happy lifted her up and placed her on his bike. "I'll be right back. Don't move."

He swaggered away back the way Tig went and Rory turned to face the opposite direction. She couldn't see anything anyway but it just made her feel better, in some small mysterious way.

As long as Eric got his beating Happy wasn't concerned with who gave it to him. Although, if things had progressed or gone differently he might have felt differently. With a broad, toothy grin, Happy watched as Tig dropped Eric's battered body to the ground and spit in his face.

"Just in time, Hap. You want a go while he's still conscious?"

"Nah," Happy laughed a little. Crouching down, he snarled and looked Eric hard in the eye. "You come near her again and I'll rip your fucking head off. She's mine."

Eric grit his teeth, stained crimson with blood, and tried to gather the strength to come back at Happy but it was useless. He shook his head, groaning, as his eyes rolled back in his head.

"Pussy." He snapped, disgusted, and got to his feet. "Feel better?" Happy asked Tig as they both made their ways back to their bikes.

"Do you?" Tig questioned. "The guys aren't really sure what's going with that." There was no need to point or single Rory out, Happy knew that's what's Tig meant.

Leaving the question Happy gave a Tig side-glance as they grew closer to her. "Guess that's my answer."

"Where are we off to?" She asked, her voice faltering as she tried not to picture the damage inflicted on Eric.

"I'm heading back to the club." Tig mentioned knowing Clay would want a word with Happy. "Long day, could use a beer or ten."

"And a crow eater?" Hap asked over the roar of their engines.

"Or ten." He said, speeding off in front of them.

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"So they kidnapped you, didn't tie you up or ANYTHING, and one falls asleep when he's watching you?" Juice was amazed, and amused, by Rory's account.

They had decided to go back for a few beers but almost as soon as they arrived Clay pulled Happy aside. It wasn't that he was upset but Clay wanted to know exactly where one of his best guys' head was. They each took their spots in chapel, Clay's eyes were locked on the burning end of his cigar.

"That end well?"

"Very well. Ended with that asshole bloody behind a gas station."

Clay laughed and nodded, proud of his guys, before his face turned serious again. "Where's your head, Hap?"

"Right here." He tapped the table. "My heads always here."

"And what are you leaving with her?" He had heard about Happy's hesitation earlier that day, he wasn't sure Happy even realized he had been so torn.

He didn't answer.

"You like her?"

Happy nodded.

"Keep your priorities straight. She's more capable than most of them," his thumb pointed out toward the party. "She can handle her shit while we handle ours."

"Alright, Prez." Happy nodded and agreed dutifully.

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Juice, Rory and Half-Sack were laughing heartily as Happy made his way back. She was unfazed by the half naked girls draped over their laps and they conversed normally. Happy appeared quietly, seemingly out of nowhere, and dropped down next to her, roughly pulling her onto his lap.

"Hey," she said shyly. "Your friends are pretty cool."

"Let's get out of here."

"Let's hang out, have some fun." She made the mistake of wriggling on him and Happy stood, holding her close. "Or we could just have fun somewhere else."

Juice and Half-Sack shouted as they made their exit, teasing and taunting as they always did but it didn't bother Happy. Easily, he ignored the jokes and took off with Rory for what he figured would be the start of a more peaceful existence.

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Slow chapter but don't worry, it picks up again! xoxo