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The drive to California took way longer than expected. The already tied-up traffic made the guys hit the 89 somewhere near Pioneer, taking them on a long way around, before making it to Sacramento where they switched to the interstate again. The detour of almost two hours was pretty much the reason for Alex feeling like shit when they arrived in Charming. She was sure there would've been a shorter route, but who was she to tell them what to do? Happy told her to ride in the van, but she wouldn't listen. So she kept sitting behind him and now felt stiff like a goddamn board.

It was around nine when they finally made it to the small and little shitty-town Tig insisted on calling his home nowadays.

They didn't even bother with going to the clubhouse, since the party wasn't until the next day. Tig had called to let her know he wouldn't be in town when they arrived anyway, because he was stuck in Oakland, protecting his President's ass while Clay took care of some business, and he wouldn't be home until late.

Alex wasn't about to argue, since her plan was simple, but could've become pretty complicated in case they made it to TM. She was bent on dodging the Queen as long as possible. That way, at least, shit wouldn't hit the fan before she was able to tell her brother Happy Birthday.

Still riding behind Happy, she leaned her temple against his back and took in her already dark surroundings.

She couldn't help but to sigh. Charming wasn't her kinda thing; not for longer than a few days. It was too small, too clean and too quiet. The never-ending heat was unbearable and she didn't like the fact that everyone knew fucking everyone, while everyone also knew what everyone did during the day. This persistent silence made your mind become louder, and if you drove through Main Street you were surprised to find it actually paved while you unsuccessfully watched out for those Wild-West shootouts and Saloons from the movies. Hell, there was even a pubescent boy polishing shoes at Floyd's while the old codger was cutting the residents' hair or shaved their beards.

Alex didn't need all that bullshit. Nessi was taking care of her hair and throughout the last thirty-five years Happy hadn't missed that there were razors to buy in the supermarket to do the shaving himself. He didn't give a shit about his shoes and his head was pretty shaved too these days, another feat that was easily done with the razors from the supermarket.

The idyllic little town — as pretty and beautiful it might have been in so many eyes — was nothing but unpleasant to her. Alex didn't feel comfortable; she felt watched and observed and even at night she felt the urgent need to pull a balaclava over her head. And that without planning to rob the little bank downtown, which she thought didn't have much to steal anyway.

She liked it big. She liked the anonymous life. The fact that she still didn't know more than a handful people in her neighborhood was somewhat appealing to her. She only knew well the families right next to her. To her left and to her right, that was it. Although she couldn't rule out that the never-ending Harley-crown in front of her door wasn't the reason for that.

However, she loved the noise, she loved the goddamn dust and dirt. She loved those big streets as much as she loved to not knowing every goddamn cop by his name. And - for fuck's sake, did she love Walmart, Target and so on. Charming was driving her insane. Lenny didn't even have the fractional part of all the shit she usually needed and on her last visit she had to search three fucking stores to find the least. A real mall wasn't much more than a dream. Lucky for her, she hadn't gained any weight at her feet, because the last time she had to go to the next city to get herself an acceptable pair of shoes.

Jesus fucking Christ…she fucking loved Tacoma!

After they made it to his place, Alex opened the door with the key Tig had given her the day he moved in and leaned sighing against the wall, closing her eyes, while the Prospect brought in the bags that were still in the back of the van.

When Happy was done with bossing him around, the boy took off to the motel the rest of the guys stayed in and finally they were alone, surrounded by nothing but wonderful silence and peace.

She really didn't get how those guys could make this kind of trips with such easiness. Her back hurt like a bitch, her head too, her legs where wobbly and there was nothing she wanted as badly as a long and relaxing shower.

As she opened her eyes slowly, she found Happy leaning against the wall across from her, a smirk on his lips that got even wider when her stomach began to grumble. By all the stiff pain she really forgot about her hunger, what a shame.

Pushing herself from the wall she sighed once more before going on a hunt for one of those frozen pizzas Tig used to hide somewhere in his freezer, since his feeding nowadays consisted of TV dinners and Gemma's delicacies. That woman at least seemed to be good for something else than being such an annoying bitch.

Alex looked at Happy, getting just a confirming nod in response before she took out two of those culinary turpitudes and went to the oven. And it wasn't until she opened its door that she cocked a brow in confusion, stopping short of completing her task. For a second she stared at what she'd found, a little perplexed maybe. But then she put the pizzas onto the counter-top and opened one of the drawers to get a fork before she fumbled with the grate until she pulled out what had caught her attention.

"Jesus ,Tigger."

For sure dumbfounded, she looked at the pink thong that was dangling down the forks teeth.

Happy tried to suppress a laugh which caused an ugly snorting noise leaving his nostrils, while she looked at him and then back at the thong, repeating this twice.

Well, this was something new.

"Should I worry?" She asked, still a little baffled and suddenly Happy broke out into a loud laughter, turning around while trying to hide his face behind his hand, shaking his head in the process.

She had to admit, she had a lot of crazy kinks herself, but her brother always seemed to top her with ease. Not that she was surprised…or judged. She'd stopped doing both a long time ago when she was around nineteen and found some lube and a dildo that damn sure wasn't hers, hidden in the closet in the hallway behind the washer. She still refused to think anything specific into that and just told herself both had belonged to the girl Tig was involved with at the time. But deep down she knew, it hadn't.

Walking over to the trash can she threw the thong into the bin along the fork she'd used to get it out. She then took the pizzas to put them back into the freezer again.

"Chinese?" Happy asked still smirking and she just gave him a confirming nod. As much as she accepted her brother's craziness, her appetite for pizza was gone.

. . . . . .

Alex certainly was surprised that there actually was a delivery-service still available. As far as she knew, Charming went to sleep at eight.

They'd taken showers in turns to avoid missing the doorbell ring, though she was sure the food wasn't even cooked when Happy was done. This was another of his habits; a less annoying but still weird one. He never showered longer than exactly nine minutes, as if he'd set an alarm right next to him. He didn't. Just as he didn't have any signal for the two minutes being over when he brushed his teeth. She'd even clocked the time multiple times, what earned her a confused look from him…and creeped the shit out of her when she saw he stopped brushing when something pretty close to 120 seconds had passed. As if he had this inner clock, telling him when the time was over.

She remembered Missy used to have this clock. She could've been god knows where, but always ran to the door when Alex got home from school, every single day. Tig had told her she sometimes slept at the other end of the house, certainly not hearing her. Yet, she ran towards the door exactly five minutes before Alex came home, her tail starting to wiggle when four minutes had passed.

Not that she was comparing Happy to a dog; if anything he was the owner.

They'd eaten in silence, not feeling the need to interrupt the calm serenity, before they splayed out across the couch, Alex in front of him paying less attention to an uninteresting movie on the TV.

She was surprised that she could actually do this. Usually she wasn't much of a cuddle-bear in California. Due to the heat, she seldom was able to be close to another person that way; not for long. The temperature actually didn't bother her, since her brother had installed an air conditioner at one point. Though, Alex never did well with the weather the Sunshine State offered, and her body always reacted as if an invisible force was telling her to overheat whenever she crossed the State's border. She was glad that she wasn't feeling like a melting mess right now, and she turned around, snuggling further into him with her face buried into the crook of his neck. She loved his scent. It was masculine and clean, always able to make her belly tighten, sending a hot flash down her pubic bone.

Wearing nothing but a thin, tight and cropped tank, and some thin black cotton shorts, her exposed legs were able to feel the thick denim of his jeans, while his hands seemed to be glued to her waist.

Until now situations like that eventually ended in pure torture for her. Because she always felt like she had to hold back, to keep herself in check, to not say or do anything wrong that clashed with those damn rules they'd set for themselves all those months ago. But now she wasn't. Now she could do whatever pleased her. Right? She didn't have to hold back.

Though, despite what had happened in Rogue River, Alex couldn't help the tingly feeling that mainly was located in her belly.

She didn't know what caused the feeling though. It was ridiculous to be nervous. They'd already done so many things that sure weren't to find in the palsy-walsy zone, there was no reason to be nervous. She wanted this for so long while pushing away all those needs, that she shouldn't be nervous; if anything, she should've been all over him already.

Maybe it was because they were here now. The time in Rogue River felt so unreal to her. Like one of those things that could've been called what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

That they now laid on her brother's couch while it still continued sort of told her, is wasn't a dream or a movie or something her desperate mind had made up for her. This was real.

So she swallowed the antsy feeling and placed a soft kiss to his neck. It wasn't more than a little peck, hardly palpable. But she knew he hadn't missed it, as his thumb suddenly started to draw small circled onto her skin.

She was aware that continence wasn't part of his program; and neither was shyness. She wasn't quite as blunt as him, but they had this in common. So him doing nothing but that, was just as unlikely as her belly threatening to explode, being overcrowded with those damn butterflies. But maybe she wasn't alone with that. Maybe she wasn't the only one feeling this tension. Maybe they had this in common too. In the end, it wasn't just her doing nothing like this since he'd pulled her into that mind-blowing kiss before they'd left the motel-room in Oregon.

She placed another kiss to his skin, just above the mark she'd left there the day before, realizing she really had to gain some control over her teeth. On the other hand, maybe not; she did have a feeling that he liked it.

When her tongue came out to caress the angry red spot, he suddenly leaned his head to the side, giving her more space.

His hand on her waist went lazy and only drew her closer, when she inherited the circles around his cephalic vein; "I wanna feel you so bad." She whispered, feeling him swallow thickly while he literally pressed her body against his, his lips brushing her ear when he spoke in a low growl.

"Telling me that, while we wait for your brother to come home anytime soon, isn't the best way to make me happy, girl."

"Not gonna be able to keep that from him anyway."

She placed another wet kiss to his skin, obviously causing a deep and shaky breath to leave him slowly, before another attempt to swallow made his Adam's apple bob.

"Pretty sure, you don't want him to learn about it by your winking feet with your legs thrown over my shoulder." She hummed in agreement, yet she couldn't help the smile making its way to her lips; "I really like that position. Best way to hit the right spot."

He grunted and grumbled and growled and finally he tugged her even closer, if that was possible; "Fucking tease."

"I'm sure your dick is big enough to make me scream that way."

Twisting her upper leg between his, she slid upward, allowing her thigh to rub slightly at his crotch; "You need to stop playing with fire, girl."

She pushed her leg further, simultaneously letting her hand trail down the wife-beater he wore, feeling the flexing muscles through the thin material as she spoke; "But I like it hot and dangerous."

But she stopped, right above his waistline, her leg sliding down again as she snuggled back into her innocent position from before; "But maybe you're too old for this after such a long ride."

It was then when he suddenly pushed her up into a sitting position and before she knew what happened, she was pulled up from the couch and thrown over his shoulder. She screamed and giggled when he turned to leave the living-room, not bothering with turning off the TV or lights, carrying her through the hallway right towards the spare-room her brother always had prepared for her. As if she'd made it a habit to show up on his door-steps without previous announcement.

"What about my brother?"

"Gonna show him what an old man is capable of."

She still giggled as he kicked the door shut and locked it neatly and it took just seconds for her to be literally thrown onto the mattress.

He didn't make a big deal out of crawling onto the bed, more or less straddling her while standing on his knees.

He growled, and all she could do was pulling her lower lips between her teeth. But then she gasped when he suddenly grabbed the collar of her tank and with one jolt ripped the fabric apart with no mercy.

She sure hadn't expected this to happen.

She liked that top. She really did. But every protest she could think of was swallowed by a moan that was forced out of her throat by the mere action. Never having seen him like this, she already loved this side of him. It made her melt away in his hands even without him touching her; made her feel like some bitch in heat on a leash. The tingly feeling twitching in her center almost hitting an unbearable point.

For a second he stared down at her bare breasts, the aggressiveness in his eyes slowly being replaced by an unmistakable desire.

Cupping both mounds with strong hands, he leaned forward before pulling her in for a heated kiss; "Fucking perfect."

With his hands kneading them vigorously, his mouth deepening the kiss in such a dangerously passionated direction.

Her hand pushed up his shirt, impatiently forcing him to break the kiss, to rip it over his head just as eagerly.

And he pinned her hands to the sheets above her head before he leaned forward, kissing his way down her cheek, trailing down her neck and collarbone. He was literally devouring her until he finally reached the object of desire before sucking one nipple hungrily into his mouth, causing a never felt static sensation ripping through her whole body. However he was doing that, it was driving her insane.

He switched to her right, teasing the sensitive nub with that skillful mouth as his left roamed down her side, searching for her waistband.

"In a rush?" She asked; "Fuck!" as he suddenly bit down on her nipple, causing her cry out loudly before she stupidly smiled to herself. He probably was. And she was absolutely fine with that.

He released her breast, leaving behind a cold sensation but created a new one, when his tongue trailed down her stomach. Switching his position to kneel between her legs as his fingers hooked into her waistband, he pushed down the thing fabric to reveal her body completely.

He stared at her core for a moment, his parted lips allowing her to see his tongue swirling in his mouth, before he looked up at her, his eyes hooded with cravings.

She went up on her elbows, watching his every move, as he then went to lay down onto his stomach, his hands sliding around her thighs to spread them, holding them in place.

And she felt static shock flashing through her stomach, when his tongue came out, tipping against her hood once, a yearning whimper of her filling the quiet room. One that quickly turned into a quiet moan, as he begun to flick his tongue over her clit, suddenly sucking her into his voracious mouth.

Sucking, licking, nibbling, biting, the growls and grunts escaping him told her she wasn't the only one enjoying this. Yet, she was the only one jumping towards the edge with big steps, her head thrown back into her neck, as she tried to fight against his grip; tried to push her hips further into him.

She gave up on that when he stubbornly held her in place and then suddenly his arm was circling her lower abdomen, before she gasped in surprise, feeling two fingers entering her opening, pumping in and out in a steady rhythm.

"Alex?" Her heavy pants were caught in her throat and her head flew up in shock as suddenly a quiet knock sounded from the door, the voice of her brother showing off some serious worry.

She was just about to try and get the strength to tell him she was fine, when he tried to turn the nob; "A…" but he never made it to calling out her name again, "Oh fuck, yes!" because Happy hooked his fingers and suddenly begun wiggling them inside of her violently, his circling tongue pressing into the one fucking point at the same time, the multiple stimuli almost too much to stay sane.

The next thing she heard was Tig whistling to himself while his footsteps fade away, and when she looked down, Happy pulled away from her core, a satisfied and confident smirk on his face.

He'd told her he wouldn't allow anyone to stop them again. Yet, she wasn't sure if this really was better than her winking feet.

After hearing those noises coming out of the spare-room, Tig wasn't able to hide the smug grin that was spreading all over his face, which Happy and Alex pretended to ignore while dancing around the obvious in slick perfection.

Though the Sergeant kept his mouth shut, knowing if they wanted to talk about it, they would, but if they didn't, there was no way to make them. Both were the incarnation of pigheaded stolidity.

But, it was pointless to hide shit from him. Even without the noises and without discovering that aggressive hickey on his brother's neck, he knew something had changed. He'd already known when he'd spent a few days in Vegas with him.

Watching Happy for almost two weeks, turning down every pussy that eagerly offered her services, Tig knew something was off. It wasn't like he ever tried to do the right thing by suppressing primal needs to please some bitch's possessiveness; it was beyond obvious that he didn't harbor any interests at all.

But, unlike a lot of other guys, Tig wasn't surprised. Happy's life was all about loyalty; it always had been.

It was hard, almost impossible to earn the Killer's love, but once you did, he was the most loyal man you could ever hope to meet. That was the whole secret behind his personality so many people weren't able to understand. That was what made him such a good Son. That was who he was for the club, and that was who he was for all the people he cared about. He would never betrayed the club, he would never betrayed his family and he would never betrayed a woman he truly loved, no matter what kind of a betrayal it was.

Though, it had been a long fucking time since he'd seen his brother acting like that.

Back then Happy didn't use to be like he was now. There had been times he hadn't acted like a sex-driven nymphomaniac who was going crazy when he didn't get pussy for too long. There had been times Happy used to be completely different. It were times he lived up to his name; where he stuck to the one woman which waited for him at home, not even placing a damn hand on a sweetbutts ass. Simply because he wasn't interested.

Those were times that were almost forgotten because it wasn't mentioned anymore, since the opportunity of Happy losing it dangerously was a big one, even ten years later. The last one brave enough to do otherwise and even go as far as tease the Killer because he was pissed, left the hospital four days later, being covered in cuts and bruises, with a still broken nose, a fractured jaw, a dislocated shoulder and some bullshit-story about an accident on the road, made up by nobody else than the Tacoma President himself.

Victoria had been the woman Happy loved with all he had since the day he'd met her when he was around twenty-one. The woman he wanted to settle down with. The woman he wanted to give those two and a half kids, a white picket fence and fucking diamond-ring.

Though, nowadays, she was nothing but a bad memory; the invisible ghost which was haunting the man for almost ten years; the root of all evil. Not only in Tig's eyes was she the reason for Happy being who he was these days; for him dropping one of his biggest and to him most important principles — sort of breaking him in a horrible and rarely seen way.

There were men that became their fathers spitting image, be it good or bad, but Happy wasn't one of them. Despite all the propensity towards violence that probably was a result of his youth, there was one thing Happy never wanted to do. He'd witnessed too much of his own mother getting beaten to shit, almost to death twice, from a shitty father that finally found his bitter end by the same son he managed to get behind bars when said son barely hit the age of eighteen.

If there was one thing Happy never wanted to do it was hurt a woman.

So, despite his reputation, killing a woman at all was against everything he believed in. But killing the one he loved…that was beyond any cruelty and Tig couldn't even imagine what he'd felt in that moment, just like none of his brothers could. Most of them wouldn't have been able to even think about it, Tig included, but Happy did and he did so much more. And although all that love later had turned into pure hatred, Tig was sure, the second he pulled the trigger, it wasn't just Victoria that died. In that moment, something died in Happy too — he hadn't been always as ruthless and crazy as he was now.

After that, Happy had changed. He went on a run for almost five months, taking over whatever job was offered around the country, and was more or less unavailable for any calls that came from Tacoma. When he came back, he wasn't the same person as before. What once had been only one smiley-face that stood for his deceased father, quickly had changed into four. The already less talkative man became a silent shadow of his former self, only talking when he was asked a question or when he did have to say something serious or important. His predisposition for violence had grown dangerously. His behavior when it came to women had changed into a shocking disrespecting and dismissing one. He only used them, sometimes went as far and call it a thing, while it actually wasn't more than a fling, always accompanied by at least one side-bitch, usually more, no matter how much it hurt the girl.

He didn't trust anyone anymore, except his brothers. And even a Son had a fucking hard time to prove his reliability. There was more than one prospect that never got his colors because of Hap. And even if they made it that far, it easily could turn into years, until they gained his full trust. But a woman, well, Tig didn't know one that actually made it that far. Usually because they didn't stay long enough to even entertain the idea. Though, something told him, they could've stayed for years and never would've made it to the point.

But Alex, she was different. That girl had earned the Killer's trust before she hit puberty. Her multiple proven and profound loyalties weren't a secret. There was no doubt that she would rather put a bullet into her own head before doing what Vicky did.

Tig knew, his sister belonged with those few people that were able to dig a hole through that thick wall Happy had build around his heart. And she was one of the even fewer ones who were stubborn and determined enough to do it all over again in case he build it up again. If there was one woman able to pull him out of this pathological paranoid and stone-hearted shithole, it was her.

But it wasn't just one-sided. Whatever crazy bond those two had developed throughout the years came both ways. Tig still remembered when he'd heard about that fucker Marc leaving her, leaving behind nothing but a wrecked mess that he'd called his sister. Stuck in a wildfire of self contempt, that became reignited by the words the motherfucker had thrown into her face, morphing into an awful mix with that bullshit their father used to tell her daily. She was a girl, she was useless to that sick bastard, and suddenly she didn't even feel like that anymore. It was stupid and irrational, yet Tig knew where she was coming from. That bullshit drilled into her head for so many years, left scars behind, not just mentally.

He went up to Tacoma for weeks back then, trying to help her get out of this unhealthy mess, but he didn't succeed.

It was Happy who was able to climb down into that depressive rabbit-hole and pull her out again, inch by inch. Tig still didn't know how he'd done it, but suddenly she stopped blaming herself for everything; suddenly she stopped seeing herself as nothing but useless. Suddenly she stopped confining herself to her damaged womb.

Yet, Tig hadn't seen it coming. After watching what happened with them all those months ago, he'd also seen what kind of awkward relationship those two had build up around them. He'd already lost any hope that it would ever change, so seeing this now, was probably the biggest fucking surprise and gift possible.

Happy never was rough with her, he barely yelled at her. Tig almost doubted that she'd ever seen the Happy so many brothers knew. She was his soft spot, that changed his whole demeanor without meaning too.

Though, now there was something about the way his hand was placed to her hips when Happy sneaked around her to steal one of the chicken-stripes she was currently roasting.

"Happy!"

And there was something sweet about the way she slapped his hand away, trying to block his huge appearance, as he suddenly spun her around, laughing loudly while pulling her into his chest. Tight enough to hinder her stopping him, before one of the stripes disappeared into his mouth.

"Now one is missing!" A smug grin on his face, Happy looked down at her confidently.

"Gonna put you on a diet…stop the fussing about not fitting outfits."

Tig watched with amusement, chuckling to himself when Alex suddenly hit Happy's chest with a towel, pushing him back out of the kitchen while the Killer barked out a loud laugh.

. . . . . .

"Wanna tell me something?" Tig had tried to not ask. But with all of those thing happening under his roof it was pretty impossible to not get nosy.

But, he hadn't expected anything else than the certainly following; "No!"

"You gonna give me that big-brother talk now?" Pulling out his smokes he offered one to his guest too, lighting it quickly before blowing out a thick cloud towards the sky, knowing they were past every goddamn big-brother talk he could think off; "No!"

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