I have missed writing these two in just the couple of days it has been since I last wrote for them. For as much as I love Happy, it can't be forgotten how cold and brutal he can be.

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She made Tara promise she wouldn't tell anyone about what happened and though Tara hesitated, she nodded and agreed.

"How do you think you're going to hide this from him?" Tara asked as she cleaned the cut on Emily's split bottom lip.

Emily honestly had no idea because even with makeup covering this, Happy would still be able to tell. One look and he would demand he tell her what the hell happened. There was no way she could keep this from him but she didn't know what she was going to do. She knew how Happy was. He would take one look at her face and his eyes would go black and he would become that person that absolutely terrified her. He actually was always that person but he had gotten better at curbing it around her. This would surely set him off though and there would be nothing she could do to stop it.

Tara stayed true and didn't say a word. As she and Tara ate their lunch in the cafeteria, Jax came and was smiling as he approached the table but taking one look at Emily, he looked confused for a half a second before a cloud rolled over his face.

"What the hell happened?" He demanded.

"I'm fine," Emily was quick to assure him. "Please don't tell Happy."

Jax ignored her and looked to Tara. Tara looked to Emily for a beat and then looked to him, putting a hand on his chest as if that would help calm him down. She took his hand and pulled him down into the seat next to her.

"There was a man hit by a car brought into the emergency room," Tara explained. "Strung out of his mind. He was unstable and unpredictable and…" she trailed off. "Security was able to restrain him as soon as they could."

Jax looked to Emily's bruised face, frowning. "You think he won't find out about this?"

Emily shrugged. "I'll figure it out."

He almost smirked but his face turned to stone again the longer he looked at her. He shook his head then and exhaled a breath. "Jesus Christ," he breathed.

She knew there was no hiding this from him and at the end of her shift, she decided to just face him head on and get it over with, so to speak.

He was at the clubhouse. Over the past couple of weeks, more and more of his things were finding their way into her apartment. Neither of them had ever discussed it. It was just something that happened naturally between them since he was sleeping over there every night anyway.

But during his days, if not running on some errand for Jax, he was pretty much always at the clubhouse doing whatever it was that the "club" did there.

She felt her stomach knotting itself so tightly, she felt like she was going to throw up, and she felt scared. She hadn't felt scared around him in a while but the feeling wasn't entirely foreign to her. She remembered when she used to be terrified of him.

Her eyes squinted for a moment as she stepped inside, going from such bright sunshine, and she took note of who was present there. Thankfully, there was no one. She didn't really want an audience for this.

She took the path down the hallway and stopped in front of his bedroom, the door open. He wasn't in there. She didn't know where he would be since his bike was outside but not wanting to search everywhere looking for him, she instead went into the room and sat down at the foot of the bed.

Tara had prescribed her some pain medication and she hadn't taken it yet. She sat there and felt her face throbbing. She had avoided looking at herself in the mirror all day and she still had no idea what she looked like. Judging from everyone's reactions though when they did see her, she knew it wasn't good. She had been given the next few days off – to recuperate, they said though she knew it was because they didn't want her to be around patients looking like this. She must look just wonderful and she knew more than one person was going to think that the biker she was dating had done this to her.

She knew Happy would never hurt her. There had been a time when she hadn't known and even after they had developed some sort of strange relationship between them, she had still sometimes wondered if he would. But now, being with him for some time, she knew he wouldn't. He may hurt everyone around them to take his anger out on but he had never raised a hand to her and she knew he wouldn't. She didn't doubt that.

He could be rough when they were in bed together but that was something different entirely. She craved that roughness and he knew she wanted it.

And she didn't necessarily blame the drug addict though she knew Happy would show no similar sympathy.

She heard the arrival of voices as some of them came into the clubhouse and she felt her stomach clench. Within minutes, he would be here and she would have to show him her face and there would be stopping him. She didn't know all of the details but she had a feeling. Her boyfriend was not a good man. He might have been to her but to anyone else, no. There was so much she didn't know about him but she knew she didn't want to know. She turned a blind eye and kept it turned because with Happy, she was happy and she wanted to keep that happiness for as long as she could.

"Saw your car outside," Happy was saying as he turned into the room but he stopped in his tracks when she lifted her head and he got the first look at her face. Within an instant, his eyes turned completely black and his expression went to stone. She could feel the coldness sweep into the room and she slowly stood up.

"It's not that bad," she began to say but he cut her off when he strode up to her, placing himself in front of her. His hands lifted to her face and she could feel the anger throbbing off of him and yet, his hands were gentle as he turned her face one way and then the other.

"Tell me," he growled and that was all he said.

She swallowed, closing her eyes for a moment as his black eyes penetrated her. "There was a man in the emergency room today," she began to say though she hadn't wanted to tell him anything. "He, he didn't mean to…"

"Who was he?" His hands were still cradling her face and she opened her eyes again to look at him. She tried to think of another time she had seen him as angry.

"Happy-"

"Tell me," he said again.

"He was just an addict and he didn't want to be there…" she tried to weakly explain.

He didn't say anything else. Without a word, he turned and walked out of the room and she slowly sat down on the foot of the bed again. She could only imagine what he was going to do but she didn't want to think about it. She didn't want to think about it at all because then she would have to admit to herself the type of man she found herself with and if she was with Happy and happy with him, what sort of person did that make her?

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He took his time. He never rushed when he was doing this type of thing and he made sure that the junkie tied in the chair received all of his special skills. Rope, fire, knife, rubbing salt in the wounds, little drops of acid. They were in the warehouse for hours and he sometimes took breaks to catch his breath, wiping sweat from the back of his neck or chugging from a bottle of water as he looked at the man, bleeding and whimpering through the gag tied around his mouth.

Jax had helped find him, asking Tara about the man's description and she had been reluctant to give it because she wasn't stupid. She knew what would happen when they found him but in the end, she told him and they then went to go the usual spots where the junkies hung around in the area.

He didn't need help. He never did. This was what he did. This was his role and it always had been but Jax, Chibs and Tig had volunteered to stay with him. Tig had even left and brought back vanilla milkshakes for them as if they were watching a show.

Happy's concentration was never broken. He never let allowed his mind to be clouded with thought when he did this but this time, it was different. This time, it was as personal as it could get. He looked at the man and all he could see were the bruises that marred Emily's face. Emily. No one touched her. Even if she wasn't his old lady, he would have killed the man before him if he had even looked at her the wrong way.

He went to the table where he had his other tools of the trade and picked up a syringe. He turned to the man and the instant he saw the needle, his eyes widened as if he knew what he was going to do. Happy went to him and crouched down in front of him.

"When the air enters a vein, they call it an embolism. From there, the air enters an artery. It can either go to your brain or heart or lungs. It'll give you a heart attack, a stroke, or give you respiratory failure," Happy told him.

"I did not know that," Tig said to the other two.

The man whimpered and began to scream through his gag.

Happy stood up and went to his arms bound behind him. He saw them scarred and littered with track marks. He gripped one and injected the needle into the vein, injecting nothing but air. The man was struggling to get away and screaming but Happy didn't even blink as he injected him again. He then stood up and tossed the needle onto the table before going to where the guys sat and Tig handed him one of the milkshakes.

The man was dead within ten minutes and they helped dig the hole.

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She was in bed but she wasn't sleeping when he got back home. It was almost two o'clock in the morning and she heard him, first in the kitchen, getting a glass of water, and then he was coming into the bedroom. He went into the bathroom and she listened as he did his things in there before coming out again. She didn't have to look to know he was putting his clothes away and straightening his things before he got into the bed. She was lying on her side and he laid down behind her, his body forming around hers. His arm was heavy across her hip and she felt his warm breath on the back of her neck.

Neither said a word. She didn't ask where he was or what he had done. She didn't want to know. She never wanted to know. She wanted to remain as stupid and as blind as she could for as long as possible because she knew when she couldn't hide from the truth anymore, that was when this would all end and she wasn't ready for that yet.

She found his hand in the dark and laced her fingers through his, feeling him squeeze back.

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