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Sitting down the street from an old gray two story house, Gemma watched through her tinted SUV windows as Happy strolled out the house, his cut had been taken off since he had went in almost ten minutes before after storing his Harley in the two car garage. Gemma almost choked on her own tongue when a tan woman with dark brown hair, pulled up in a high ponytail, followed behind Happy in a red tank top and khaki shorts. Gemma couldn't hear what they were talking about but she could see a flash of metal before Happy kissed the woman on the cheek and started towards the driveway where a white truck stood, keys dangling from his hands. The scene almost looked wholesome, if it wasn't for the fact that she knew what Happy did for the club and the fact that the pussy in shorts was taking him away from it.

Ever since the boys had gotten out if prison, Happy had been leaving early from club parties and been staying away from the clubhouse after work. Clay had told her to drop it but after five months of the same routine she was tired of not being able to confront the Killer.

Once the pickup was out of sight, Gemma let the door of her black SUV open and slid out, her knee high black high-heeled boots hitting the pavement before she headed in the direction of the house. As she got closer to the house she examined the home, the gray wood paneling of the house paired nicely with the stone border that covered the bottom half of the first floor, the grass was completely manicured, which was no surprise considering Happy was OCD about cleanliness, it always struck Gemma funny that a man of his nature would care if their was a beer stain on the floor of the clubhouse but of course it was most likely the reason he had never been caught with the amount of bodies he has taken out. Walking up the two steps to the front door, Gemma knocked on the white painted door, only having to wait a minute before the door was opened and she was standing in front of the woman that Happy had kissed minutes before. Without even being invited in Gemma stormed in like she owned the place, glancing quickly around she noticed Happy's cut hanging off a chair in the kitchen.

Before the younger woman could even utter a protest at the intrusion Gemma shushed her by speaking, "so you're the pussy that's keeping Happy away," at the woman's folding of the arms and the quirk of an eyebrow, Gemma took in the woman's appearance of medium size rack and brown hair, "your definitely not his type he typically goes for blondes with big racks."

"You should go," the younger woman spoke her 5'8 height did nothing to Gemma's 5'9 one and with the five inch heals she stood at 6'2.

Gemma continued, as if she was never interrupted, "you know he is cheating on you, you might a well pack up while Happy is still caring enough to keep you."

The woman's arms dropped to her side as her dark brown eyes became the color of coal, "excuse me but you do not get to come here and act like you know everything, you need to leave," as she yanked the door wide open.

"You should get out of his life, he obviously doesn't care about your pussy if he is still getting free pussy elsewhere."

The woman stepped closer to Gemma, her voice sounding like steel, "Get. Out. Now."

Gemma smirked, raising her hands in an 'okay' gesture, "just speaking the truth, you should get out while you still can."

Before the younger woman could retort, the pitter-patter of feet could be heard coming down the stairs and a moment later a little girl wearing short pick overalls, ran full speed at the younger woman. Gemma's brown eyes going wide at what came out of the little girl's mouth, "when's daddy coming home?"

The woman didn't miss the color drain out of Gemma's face before kneeling down to the child, "daddy will be back in ten minutes he went to pick up the pizza for dinner. Why don't you go back upstairs and play with your dollies."

"Okay," the little girl spoke before noticing the older woman that was standing in her house, "my names Bella, who are you?"

Gemma shook her head before trying to regain feeling, this was bad, "Gemma."

"That's a pretty name, are you staying for pizza?"

"Bella, the lady was just leaving why don't you go get cleaned up."

"Okay," with that the little girl was running up the stairs.

The younger woman watched the little girl head back up before turning back to Gemma, "well Gemma it looks like you can leave now, don't worry I'll make sure to tell Happy all about this."

Gemma's lips turned into a fine line before turning to go out the door, she knew when she was had, as much as she hated it Clay was right she should of stayed out it. The door slammed behind her before she was even a step out the door.

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