The explosion in the club changed things. One could feel the tension building and knew It was only a matter of time before everything will go to hell.

Filip was barely home and when he came, he was usually too tired and wired for any kind of talk.

One evening I was just finishing making dinner when he came in. The look on his face - hurt and shocked and terrified freaked me out.

"Jesus Filip! What happened" I ran to him and he grabbed and hugged me so hard I could hardly breath. I held him close, waiting for him to calm down and tell me what happened. I could feel his heart beats under his cut and his arms around me, clinging on desperately.

"Darling?", I whispered and moved my head a bit so I could look at him.

He was pale and looked haggard and I realised, for the first time since I;ve known him, he was old and tired of this life.

"Oh babe", I whispered again and hugged him, wishing I could help him somehow, take away his pain. "Shh, its ok".

"Christ love, everything is falling to pieces", he murmured in my hair. He cupped my face with his hands. "Please, don't leave me Ro".

I grabbed his hands shocked. "I;m not leaving". What happened?

He pressed his head on mine and closed his eyes. "Tara's gone" he sighed. "She took the kids. Jackie boy is out of his mind".

I nodded, not sure how to respond. So she left. Good for her. I was frightened for her. What will Jax do when he finds her? And he will find her. She's a smart woman, she didn;'t just pick up and leave, she must have planned it. I hoped she'll get away. That look on her face, the desperation and determination in her eyes still haunted me. And I was worried about Filip who was trying to hold the club together while Jax was pushing his agenda. What will happen now?

"Promise me Ro. Promise you won't pack up and leave. Christ girl, I couldn't take it".

I grabbed his hair, forcing him to look at me. "I love you VP. I'm not going anywhere". I kissed him with everything I got, cursing this wretched life and my helplessness.

"Come. Let's go to bed. We'll figure something out tomorrow". I puled him to our bedroom. He fell asleep in my arms, like a child, holding on to me, head on my belly, and I touched his scared face and caressed his hair, memorizing every hair, line, mark on him.

I had this nagging feeling in my stomach something bad will happen and I prayed Chibs will be spared. The very notion of him being hurt or worse cut me like a knife.

"Please God", I whispered in the dark, fighting back the tears of fear.

...

Business was slow that day and I spent most of the afternoon gazing through the window, waiting for something to happen. I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't hear him come in.

"Hey pussycat"

I literary jumped up. "Fuck, you scared me!"

"Sorry".

I leaned back and watched him smoke. There was something on his mind and it was big. He had that look on his face.

"Come on Happy. Spit it out".

He grunted and before I could say anything else he grabbed my arm and pushed me in the back room.

"Shit Happy, let go!" I tried to break free. Something in his eyes frightened me. "What are you doing? Stop!"

He slammed me against the wall and kissed me. It was a brutal kiss, teeth biting, tongue probing, pushing. It hurt and was exciting at the same time. Kind of like the guy kissing me.

I still tried to push him away but it was like trying to move a rock. And the feel of his chest muscles under my fingers was exciting. He pushed himself on me and I felt his hands go to my ass pushing me on him.

I hugged him and his hand moved from my ass, under my shirt to my breasts. I hooked one arm against his hip, grinding on him. I pushed my hands under his shirt, touching his muscled torso, enjoying the sensation of his warm skin on mine.

He pushed his hand in my pants and touched my wet and throbbing pussy, making me moan. He pushed a finger in me and I shivered around him, the voice in my head screaming.

"Stop Happy. I cant", I pleaded, my body telling a different story.

He pushed another finger in me and I hissed from pleasure at the same time trying to push him away.

"Tell me you don't want this".

"Please Happy, let me go", I wanted to cry. "Don't do this".

He began moving his fingers and I gasped for air, wanting desperately his dick instead of his fingers and at the same time still trying to resist him. He moved his hand between us and I hissed from pain, stopping him.

"What the fuck" he riped open my jeans and I saw his face crumble. He was looking at the tattoo I did a few days ago. It was still painful and he caught it with his ring. "Mrs Chibs" covered part of my scars. The look on Chibs face when I did it was worth all the pain I had to look on Happy's face broke my heart. He touched it carefully and I heard him curse under his breath.

He leaned on the wall, breathing heavily.

"I'm going nomad Ro"

"What?" I couldn't believe my ears.

"I can't stay here anymore pussycat. Not with you and him, not after that" he pointed to my tattoo. "You're Chibs' old lady and I shouldn't even look at you like that. And I'm crazy about you".

He laughed bitterly and moved his hand across his face and head. "I can't stop thinking about you. I thought, just once, just this once and maybe I'll get you out of my head".

I grabbed his hand, afraid. "Shit Happy, you can't go nomad. You belong here. Please".

"Let go Ro", he growled at me.

"No. Christ, you can't go", I squeezed harder and he kissed me again, this time desperately.

And I kissed him back, suddenly tired of the storm in my body and my head. I wanted him to go and leave me with Filip. And I couldn't let go. I unbuckled his pants and he eased me out of mine. I stroked him lightly, grazing his ass with my nails. He was gorgeous. And huge.

"Fuck you're beautiful", he said hoarsely and moved his hands up and down my hips, grabbing my ass and sliding in me. I pulled his shirt and he pushed mine and pressed his naked, tattooed chest on mine.

I wrapped my legs around his hips and he buried his face in my breasts, sucking my nipples, pushing in and out of me, fast and hard, his fingers digging in my flesh.

"Kiss me" he commanded and I did, orgasm stealing my breath. He followed, silently,with only a shiver,hand in my hair, clenching hard.

We got dressed in silence. He put on his cut and turned to face me. There was tenderness in his eyes I haven't seen before,but that teasing spark loved I was gone.

"I fucking love you,bitch" he kissed me once more and left.

I sat on the floor,sobbing and trying to get up when I heard the door again and a loud "hello" coming from the bar. I somehow managed to pull myself together,whipe the tears and return to the bar only to see two guys standing at the counter.

"Hello guys, what can I get you?"

"Beer would be nice". The younger one had an Irish accent and that made me wary immediately. I brought them their drinks and moved closer to the gun Chibs gave me months ago.

"So boys, what brings you here?"

"Business", the older guy briefly said and turned to the other one. They paid no attention to me and after finishing their drinks they paid and left.

That did nothing to put me at ease, so I decided to close for the day. The second I turned my back to the bar, a hand covered my mouth.

"Don't move bitch", the Irishman whispered pushing something, gun I guessed, between my ribs.

He showed me to the back room and grabbed me by the throat. It wasn't the gun he was holding but the knife.

"Sorry lass, but Teller's lady is already gone" he grinned "forked by his mamma, so it had to be you". He stabbed me in the stomach, gutting me out.

I screamed and he pushed me away, on the floor. I saw blood spreading around me, my stomach open. Through the tears I saw the younger man opening his phone and heard him leave a message.

"Hello Telford, if you want to say goodbye to your old lady, I suggest you make it quick. She's at the bar".

He turned around and squatted next to me. "Tell your man this is for Galen" He got up and then, as if he remembered something, squatted back and stuffed a business card in my pocket. "In case you don't make it".

Then they were gone, leaving me in the dark. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. I was going to die, Filip won't be able to help me. I cried, alone in the dark. I cried for Filip, for Happy, for myself and with every sob the pain got worse and after a while everything became a blur.

"Oh my God, Rowena!" I heard Flips voice from the distance. He grabbed me in his arms and I heard him calling me, crying and cursing and pleading. Someone else was in the room but I couldn't see who. I tried to talk, but I was so tired.

"Please Ro, please love don't leave me!"

"Galen" I managed to whisper and point to the pocket where the card was.

I heard him scream and tried to comfort him. "Shhh, its ok,Filip. I love you"

And then the light went out.

...

Bobby rushed into the bar to find Chibs kneeling on the floor, in a pool of blood, Ro in his hands, howling from pain. Tig was trying to calm him down but the Scot showed him off, growling and screaming like a madman.

"Jesus Christ!",Bobby cursed.

"Galen's men" Tig said and Bobby saw him crying too.

The growl coming from the door made both of them jump. Happy was standing in the room, his face a death mask. He showed Tig to the side and knelt next to Chibs, touching Ro's hair. The sound that came from him is something Bobby will remember for the rest of his life.

The Killer was crying.

THE END