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crimsonheart01 · 7 years

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Boss [Part III] (Happy x OC)

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I sat with Capri after our meeting with Nero. She was still reeling from everything that had been going on but she knew that I was doing everything to take care of her. Her wellbeing was in danger and I didn’t want her to resort back to drugs, or tricking. Not if she didn’t want too. Nero agreed to keep her around Diosa to recuperate.

I reached out and laid a hand on Capri’s shoulder. I had a feeling deep in my stomach that Capri was going to walk away from this life, and soon.

“Are you ok staying here?” I needed to be confident that she felt safe. If she didn’t then I failed at my job.

Capri nodded, “Thank you Dani. For everything.”

I smiled at her, “It’s my job, babe.” I squeezed her shoulder, “I’ll stick around for a bit. Let you get settled in with the crowd here. Once you feel ok to be on your own, I’ll leave.”

She gave me another appreciative nod. I stood up, making my way to the door. I flicked my fingers between the cheap metal blinds on the window and spotted the boys of SAMCRO still milling around. I desperately needed a smoke. I needed to relax. I rummaged through my pockets, grateful when my fingers grazed over the joint still sitting in my left pocket. I pushed through the door and without a glance at anyone in the room I continued to the front door, exiting to stand in the bright afternoon sunshine.

~(xXx)~

Nero watched as Dani strode through the club, pushing the door open and stopping outside. No one knew too much about her, him included. But, he could honestly say he knew better than anyone else. There wasn’t any warning when she emerged. She just showed up on the scene one day and never left. Her moves in their industry were exact, and perfectly calculated. She had a particular vision and worked towards that goal. Quicker than he’d ever witnessed, she made a name for herself. Girls began jumping ship, left, right and center. All to be protected. That was her claim to fame. She protected her own. Kept them safe. Made sure they were comfortable, well off. He’d even heard rumours – in those early days – of her putting up room and board for her girls, keeping them fed.

What he never expected to see was a ‘Madame’ help her girls leave. If they were tired of the life, she let them walk away, even went as far as to help them secure legitimate jobs. After many years, he learned she kept in contact with those women. Some turned into doctors, lawyers, and even teachers. He figured out from there that some of her girls were paying their way through school, and finishing with little to no debt. He understood her. He could spot a good soul from a mile away. She was boosting them. Enforcing that – if it was what they wanted – they could pursue any career choice they wanted. She never forced anyone in, or to continue.

She had one rule though, and while it was a simple one, it was strict. Not to be messed with. Anyone under her charge must be supportive of all the other women in the camp. There was no room in her company for internal animosity. In the beginning, she had to make an example of a few women, but it got the message across. You disrespect the dynamic, you get kicked out. The power this woman exuded was something he felt everyone should have the privilege of watching in action.

That’s why she was a force to be reckoned with. She built her empire. By herself. She knew when to accept, or seek out, help. But more than anything, she knew how to command a room. Make her presence known. He’d admit that she’d grown harder with years in but never to her girls. Her patience wore thin, as he witnessed just this afternoon. He assumed that was coupled with the fact that Caruso was out to get everyone but it was still a drastic measure for her to take. She’d grown wary of others, really only keeping him as contact to continue working with.

He didn’t mind. Their working relationship worked. She brought her girls his way, and made him more money while giving the girls a break from their everyday routine. He rubbed his finger against his nose, wondering how his new partnership was going to affect the working one he had with Dani. She’d already made herself known to the Sons. Some seemed impressed, while the others looked at her like a challenge. He pitied the man who attempted to contest her. He wouldn’t put it past her to castrate him… manually. He shivered at the thought and Jackson caught the movement. The blond raised an eyebrow at him and he waved him off. Nero wasn’t prepared to give them that type of information. If they discovered how unmerciful she could be, that was on them.

He glanced up at the exact same time Happy made a move for the front door.

“Hermano.” Nero called out, realizing he really didn’t have much to tell the man.

She wasn’t in the best of moods at the moment. Happy stopped, one hand on the door, and turned toward Nero.

Nero let out a breath, warning him, “Tread carefully.”

Happy nodded, seemingly taking his alert into consideration.

~(xXx)~

He mulled over the warning Nero had given, but continued forward. He made his way to the door and pushed it open, expecting to find her standing close. He blinked through the sunshine, cursing himself patting at his pockets for his shades. Distracted from his pursuit, he spotted Dani leaning against the hood of her Caddy. She gave him a half glance but didn’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his presence. He licked across his teeth. The woman was always questioning his authority. He shoved his hands into his pockets. He hated admitting it, but he liked it. He liked a woman who took charge. He would have never figured it was a turn on for him. Not when he had crows running around to catch his attention. He always had options. He never had to fight – no, work – for someone to give him attention. He liked the time she was making him put in.

As he moved towards her, he caught the strong scent of cannabis burning around her. He stopped and admired the way her arm lifted to place the end of her joint at the opening of her mouth. She inhaled, letting the smoke fold into her mouth, held it in and then exhaled through her nostrils. He schooled the twitch of arousal thrumming through his entire body. He couldn’t let on that she was gaining an intense reaction from him. If he had to work, then so did she. His eyes followed the movement as she dropped her hand hallway down to her waist, holding the joint out to him as an offer. He paused, understanding the gesture.

Taking a moment to assess the situation he chose to accept her white flag. Nero’s warning flashed through his mind but he knew he was in the clear. She wasn’t here to start a fight. At least not with him. He moved towards her, reaching out and taking the smoke from her. He watched as her eyes roamed over his rings, then up his arms, obvious in their admiration. Finally, her perusal reached his mouth, mesmerized by the way the inhale of smoke entered his system. She bit down on her lip, letting him know she was interested. He lifted one eyebrow at the tell. It was done on purpose and he fought with the need to grab a hold of her. He blew out, letting his hand drift down between them and matched her stance, leaning back against the hood of the car.

Without any kind of warning, her fingers crawled down his forearm and he snapped his head in her direction. There was a mischievous glint in her eyes as she circled her hand around his wrist. In slow motion, she lifted his arm towards her, guiding his hand (and the joint) towards her mouth. He held his breath, unsure of where she was planning to take this. A million different scenarios were playing out in his mind. Most notably him slamming her against the hood and taking her right here, in broad daylight. She winked, bending in closer to him, before her lips closed around the joint, the tips of his fingers brushing against her mouth. He let go. She pulled back and swallowed the deep pull she took.

He felt the sun beating down on him, the sweat collecting on the back of his neck. The pure adrenaline running in his veins thrilled him. It’d been too long since a woman had this kind of effect on him. The best – potentially worst – part was that she knew. She knew exactly how much sway she held over him. It made him positively animalistic. Every nerve within him was screaming for him to throw down, here and now. She flicked the ash away from the roach, bending to snuff it out against the asphalt of the parking lot. His gazed down at her, imagining gripping his fingers in her long hair and tugging. He shifted his hand in his pocket, hoping to discreetly hide the growing situation threatening to show.

With a practiced toss, she flung her hair over her shoulder and their eyes connected. Before she stood, swiping one finger along her lower lip, smirking as his gaze followed every centimetre. He swallowed, attempting to keep it discreet. Keeping her movements slow, she rounded to him, standing less than a foot from him. Having her this close called their height difference into the forefront. She tilted her head up towards him, her smirk still prominent. He licked his lower lip, his eyes racking over her mouth. He watched as her mouth formed the words of her next sentence. His mind spun, imagining watching those lips wrapping around a certain part of his body. Her lips stopped moving and it took him a good thirty seconds before he realized she was talking to him.

“What?” He rasped, his voice throaty with arousal.

She chuckled, “I said – you have plans tonight?”

He snapped his eyes up to hers and searched. He searched for the joke. Was she stringing him along. He’d been imaging having her to himself and she was offering it up. He could see the mirth filtering into her gaze but everything else pointed towards how serious she was.

“No.” He answered.

She leaned in close, her nose brushing along his cheek. Her breath was warm against the base of his neck, “Good.”

He ground his teeth together, forcing himself not to grab her. She stepped backwards and towards the driver’s side door. He blinked, staring at the brick wall in front of him, processing. He heard the door creak open and then slam shut. He moved off the hood, turning to catch her leaning out the window.

“Motel on 6. Room 14.” She winked.

His tongue ran across the top of his teeth as she reversed out of the spot, and driving off onto the main road. He gave a curt nod to her retreating car. He hadn’t known what he’d been expecting when he came out after her, but being propositioned was definitely not high on his list. His eyes never left the end of the driveway where the parking lot met the street, the last place he’d seen her before her car turned the corner. Was he really going to take up her offer? He scoffed out loud, of fucking course he was. The real question was would he tell any of his brothers. They already knew he had a crush. Did they need to know that she was calling the shots? That she asked him to come over? He shook his head at his inner dialogue. No. he’d wait it out. See where she took things. See exactly what she wanted from him first.

~(xXx)~

It well after sunset by the time he rolled into the parking lot. It didn’t take him long to find the room, and a spot directly out front. He parked, kicking out the stand and pulling his helmet off. He stared at the closed door, pulling a cigarette from the back in his pocket. He sparked up, staring at the number nailed into the door, just above the peephole. He’d been officially off the clock for an hour now. None of the boys were expecting him to hang around, but it was also odd for him not to stay and fraternize with the crows back at the clubhouse. No one asked questions of course. They never did. There was tiny inkling in him that hoped someone would. At least so he could just brush them off.

He took a long drag, flicking the ash from his smoke. He had no idea what to expect. What if he walked into that room and was ambushed. She did have a bit of a tiff with Tig this afternoon. What if she was choosing to take it out on him? He stopped, rolling his eyes at himself. He was thinking irrationally. He was a shoot first, ask questions later kind of man. Ask the questions later he reminded himself. He flicked the cigarette onto the ground and stomped it out. Gripping his keys, he shoved them down into his jean pocket and moved forward.

He knocked on the door and the lock clicked open the second his fist pulled away. The door never opened but he understood the sign. He turned the knob and entered into the room. The door swung shut behind him as he took in the scene before him. The room was immaculate. More so than any other motel room. The bed was made and there was a duffel bag tossed onto the night side table. She stood with her back to him, facing the only dresser in the room.

“You have a choice.” Her voice carried through the sparely lighted room.

He stayed still, waiting for her to clarify. She kept her back to him, the jersey she was wearing tied tight around her waist, showing off her midriff. What he was quick to notice was that she wasn’t wearing anything else but a plain black pair of boy short underwear. He ran his eyes down the length of her legs, admiring the toned muscle. His gaze was snapped back to her hands when she swirled the glass she was holding. The dark liquid spun in the glass before she whipped it back and swallowed it down in one gulp. He licked his lips, his thoughts straying to what else that mouth could do. Bumping her hip against the dresser, she turned around and let her gaze stray to the clasp of his belt buckle. The tips of her mouth perked up and she shook her head.

“Nevermind. I’m not giving you any options.” She bit down on her lip as she spoke.

He inclined an eyebrow and she laughed. She stepped towards him, leveling her palms against the breast pockets of his cut. He inhaled deeply at her touch. Flipping her hair over one shoulder with a flick of her head, her hands began running up and over his shoulders. Leaning into him, balanced on her tip toes, she tilted her face and nipped at his jawline. He growled in response, reached around her and grabbed any part of her that he could catch. He yanked her towards himself, dragging her body against his. She let out a breathy chuckle at his reaction.

Using his hold on her as momentum she opened her legs and swung them around his thighs. He dropped his hands lower, gripping her underside and tugging her closer to him. She ran her nose along his jaw, from the tip of his mouth to just below his ear. She paused, blowing down his exposed neck. His reaction was unwanted, but he couldn’t hide it. His hands twitched at her attentions. He leaned back, forcing her to turn and face him head on. He captured her mouth with his, harsh and rushed. She groaned into his kiss. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and she rubbed her body against his. He bit down on her lower lip and her fingers tightened on his shoulders.

Without any warning, he took a step forward, ripping her away from his body and tossing her down onto the middle of the bed. Her echoing laugh shot throws of arousal through his body. She pulled her knees up, planting her feet on the edge of the mattress. She propped herself up, at an angle, with her elbows and winked at him. He turned and flipped the lock on the door before facing her again. She had her head tilted to the side, eyeing him with pure lust clouding her eyes. He ripped his cut off, slinging it over the chair next to the bed. Taking no time to pause, he fisted the fabric of both his pullover and shirt to tug it off over his head.

Losing patience, she sat up, grabbed him by the hem of his pants and yanked him to the bed. He fell above her, flattening his hands against the bed to brace himself. Her legs snaked around one of his. She turned her face to his left arm, her tongue flicking out, running along his bicep. He hissed at the touch. With his other hand, he reached between them and ripped open his belt buckle. He let his jeans fall while she hooked her toes into his pants and pushed them further down his legs. As they hit the floor he crawled onto the bed, grabbing her chin in his hand and whipping her face back to his. His lips crushed down onto hers and her body rolled into his without hesitation.

Planting both her hands on his shoulders, she shoved and used the motion to flip him over. Her legs encased his as she straddled him. Without haste, she lifted her shirt and threw it beyond her with abandon. His eyes zeroed in on her naked chest. He licked his lips. His hand smoothed along her sides, gradually making their way to cup her. She moaned at his coarse fingers massaging her body. Taking liberties, she flung her head back and ground down against him. They groaned in unison. Hers a mewl and his a growl. She wrapped her fingers around his wrists and peered down at him. His eyes were swimming with lust and it made her laugh. His nostrils flared at the noise, until she made her intentions clear. Letting go of one of his wrists, her hand drifted along her torso to his groin. She gripped the hardness under his boxers.

With a glint to her eyes she murmured, “Your entire night better be free…” She tugged and he fought to keep his eyes from rolling back, “…because I’m not letting you go any time soon.”

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