[detailed smut in this chapter!]

Avery's head rested on Happy's chest while her arm was wrapped around his torso. Every time his fingers slid through her hair, she let out a contented sigh. A few weeks ago she hadn't expected that she would enjoy such moments so much.

“You never talked about your father”, Happy rasped, breaking the silence, his brows furrowed. “Only about your mom.”

With a clearing of her throat, she sat up and ran her own fingers through her ginger hair as she let the tip of her tongue slide over the back of her teeth before letting out a snort.

“Because he’s a piece of shit.” A bitter laugh escaped her lips. “He’s been part of our lives for far too long anyway.”

Avery hated talking about her father, just as Lyla and Ian hated talking about their father. Patrick Dvorak was a perverted asshole and a deadbeat. But their mom probably suffered the most under Patrickᅳ and Lyla.

“You wanna talk about it, little girl?” Happy, who had also sat up, pushed some of her hair out of her face and behind her shoulder so he could look at her. “I'm not good at talking, but I can listen.”

And if he was honest, he was curious. Happy wasn't one to get involved in other people's drama, but he wanted to know as much as he could from Avery. And apparently she seemed to have a complicated relationship with her father, which aroused Happy's protective instincts.

“Will you finally tell me more about yourself and your past then?”, she looked at him questioningly, almost pleadingly. He would be the first person outside of her family that she would talk to about Patrick and finally open up to someone. She just wanted to know if he trusted her the same.

She noticed that he thought about it for a moment, finally he nodded with a grunt after pressing a kiss on her shoulder. “But I'm not sure if I can tell you everything yet.”

“That’s okay”, she hummed softly, stealing a kiss from his lips. “I just want something in return.”

“You will”, he promised sincerely. “So what about your dad?”

Avery heaved a sigh, feeling disgusted before she even began to talk. “Patrick has always been a dick. If we didn't do what he asked, he would act like a stubborn child and throw a tantrum. He always wanted to be the man of the house, but let my mom work for him while he sat at home and didn't lift a finger.”

A little lost in thought, she ran her fingertips over the silky material of her bright orange duvet. She barely noticed Happy's focused gaze. “But the worst part was that he, when Mom was working and I was looking after Ian, tried to get close to Lyla. I was only fourteen at the time and didn't notice much, especially because I was mostly out with Ian.”

Before she could continue, Happy let out a snort. “Get closer in terms of him touching her?”

“Yup, exactly that.” Avery's bitter voice dripped with hatred towards her father. “That’s why Lyla moved out so early back then. She never told Mom or me about it because she was embarrassed. And somehow Lyla had to make money quickly and took the job Luann had offered her after she moved to Caliᅳ and so she became a porn star. It wasn't until Mom found Lyla's films in Patrick's closet two years later that she threw him out. Of course she was devastated, disgusted and angry. Lyla finally had the courage to tell our mom why she moved out. But she still never went into detail. To this day we don’t know how far Patrick really went.”

There was something about kids and women getting assaulted that made the blood boil in his veins. Just thinking about the fact that someone could do something like that to Debbie drove him insane. And since he was a father himself, he found fathers who touched their children absolutely disgusting and every single one of such fathers, or mothers, deserved to suffer.

“I hope that fucker is dead by now”, Happy seethed, his jaw clenched while his grip around Avery's waist became somehow protective.

The redhead snorted a bitter laugh and shook her head. “Nope, that bastard is still alive. Even has a new family and suddenly he can also go to work and support his new wife. My mom never saw any money from that deadbeat, not for her and not for us. He never fuckin’ paid for anything.”

“Did he ever touch you, Avery?” There was nothing but anger and seriousness in Happy's voice, his dark eyes always focused on her.

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Happy, whose gaze was so cold that it sent shivers down her spine. As his fingers dug into her hips and his grip became more protective, she turned her head to face him and shook it slowly.

“Me and Ian were forced to spend a few weekends with him after the divorce until the court decided that my mom got sole custody. Patrick tried it though. He constantly asked for hugs and, strangely enough, only wanted to cuddle after Ian fell asleep. Every now and then his hand supposedly accidentally slipped off my back and landed on my ass. I put an end to this shit by calling the cops after he tried to lay down with me one night”, she finished with a shrug and furrowed her eyebrows.

“Then the court finally decided that we never have to stay with him again. Mom even sued him, but Lyla was too afraid to testify against him and since nothing much happened between him and me, he was only sentenced to two years probation”, she added, disappointment lingering in her tone.

The list of people he still had to kill was slowly getting longer. At the top next to Kim was now Avery's father. Happy wouldn't let this fucker get away with this. If Ope had ever found out that his wife was being abused by her own father, he would have wanted Patrick dead. And Happy wanted to get justice for Avery and Lyla.

“That fucker is dead, I'm going to take care of that”, he snorted angrily and pulled the redhead close to his side. “While he may have done worse things to Lyla, he also abused you. And people like him always get away with it if you don’t take matters into your own hands.”

“What do you mean?” Avery noticed the change in Happy's body language. He was much more tense, his breathing was shallower but heavier and his look spoke volumes. “You mean that? That you will take care of it? Like, kill him?”

“You wanted to know more about me, right?” He looked at her intently, to which she nodded slightly. “Then you should also know that I mean it when I say something like that. He wouldn’t be my first.”

She felt a little sick to her stomach. The redhead didn't know what the tingling sensation that spread throughout her body meant. Suddenly her whole mouth and throat felt dry and she couldn't swallow the lump stuck in her throat. She slowly pulled away from him to let her gaze wander over his body.

It took a moment for his words to really sink in. She already knew from Lyla that no one in the club was innocent and she had spent enough time on the streets to know that sometimes you had to take things into your own hands.

But she had never killed anyone and she didn't know if she ever could. Hearing that her father wouldn't be Happy's first kill made her a little nervous.

“So, are you a hitman or something?”, she asked quietly, her gaze a little awkward.

“Not exactly, but kind of.” Happy looked at her closely and by the time she had moved away, he wasn't sure how she would react to the rest. “I carry out the murders for the club.”

“Holy shit”, she muttered, pulling her legs a little closer to her body. “How many? I mean..how many people have you killed?”

“You really want to know?” Right now he was sure that she didn't want to know. “Are you still sure you can handle my life, little girl? If you want out of this, do it now.”

“IᅳI”, she couldn’t find the words to express how she felt.

She watched in silence as Happy rubbed his face before looking back at her. One look into his cold, dark eyes was enough to captivate her again. In addition to the cold, there was something different in them this time. Uncertainty.

The younger Dvorak couldn't believe he was a cold-blooded sociopath who just randomly killed people. No, he had feelings, it showed when he talked to Debbie or played with her. He cared for his family, his clubᅳ and he cared for her. He had to have reasons why he killed these people.

“Are you killing innocent people?”, she wanted to know after what seemed like an eternity.

“No, the people we kill are never innocent”, he rasped as he placed a hand on her knee. “And I would never hurt you if that's what you think. We don’t accept violence against children or women.”

“I never expected you to hurt me, I know you wouldn't”, she replied confidently, her facial features softening again. “How many, Hap?”

Her gaze wandered to his hand on her knee and after a moment's hesitation she leaned forward a little and pressed a kiss on his knuckles before placing one of her hands on top of his, resting her chin on it.

“About fifty in the last twenty years.” He said with a nervousness in his voice, even though he hated himself for getting nervous at all.

But Avery meant something to him, he didn't want to lose her. Between Debbie and the club, she gave him support he didn't know he needed. Of course he could go on living without her, but it would be a lot darker in his already pretty gray world. Just like Debbie, she was the narrow ray of sunshine that made him feel something.

Avery stared at him in slight shock, repeatedly reminding herself that they weren't innocent people. So in addition to his rough but caring side, she now also knew his darker side. And now it was up to her whether she could live with it.

And despite being shocked, she didn't have to think twice. Avery knew that she would get over it in time. There were far worse people in this world and Happy, even though he was a murderer, had never once let her down and helped her when she needed it the most. He also made her feel like she had a home with Debbie and him. If he were a bad person he wouldn't do any of this.

“I can handle it.” She looked at him resolutely, a small smile on her lips as he ran a hand over his scalp with a sigh of relief. “But I have one condition; I want to find out more about it, including how this club stuff works. And I also want to know more about your past, after all, you now know a lot of my past.”

“Anything you want, little girl”, he rasped against her lips before pressing his against hers, wrapping his arm around her waist again so he could place her underneath him. With his other hand resting next to her head, he simply looked down at her for a moment, memorizing her beauty.

“Thank you”, she breathed out as she felt her heart beating twice as fast as she saw the lust flashing in his eyes while she was now lying under him.

And she also found it difficult to take her eyes off his tattooed body. Except for the boxers that hung on his hips, he wore nothing else and she was also wearing nothing more than a top and her panties.

“I want you”, she blurted out demandingly, and yet she sounded nervous and almost shy as she said those words. Avery tentatively let her hands slide down his body until she finally tugged at the hem of his boxers. “All of you.”

No more words were needed. Happy, who had been casually observing her, slammed his lips down on hers in the next moment and explored her mouth with his tongue. God, he would kill for this woman and that was enough for him to know that she was the one.

Her breaths came in short gasps after he broke away from the kiss and let his lips trail down her neck. Then he sat up and pulled her with him so he could take off her top, freeing her breasts before he pushed her back into the mattress with his weight.

Happy took his time to work on her nipple. Closing his lips around one, he rolled her other bud between his thumb and index finger. The soft moans coming from her had him rock hard within seconds and a pleasant grunt rattled through his throat after he let her hard nipple slip out of his mouth.

When his tongue trailed from her breasts down to her stomach and stopped right before her panties, she held her breath and licked her lips, waiting to see what he'd do next. The next thing she knew was that she was gripping the sheets after he had ripped her panties off and ran his tongue through her wet folds.

“Holy shit”, she moaned out, running the hand she wasn't gripping the sheets with over his scalp. Oh how she wanted to freeze this moment.

The last time she felt this good was ages ago and that guy wasn't nearly as good as Happy. The man on top of her knew how to use his tongue. She spread her legs for him to give him full access and threw her head back into the pillow.

“I knew you'd taste good”, Happy growled excitedly, his mind just as clouded as Avery's. Her taste, how wet she was for him and her increasing moans as his tongue slipped inside her was a combination that could probably make him come without having to bury himself deep inside her first.

As her legs started shaking, he slipped his arms under them to hold her in place after placing them over his shoulders, his tongue mercilessly working on her clit. Every time his breath hit her throbbing clit she came closer to her climax.

Her hips buckled forward as the licks on her clit increased and she was about to lose her mind over his skills. The redhead took a sharp breath at the grazing of his teeth and cried out in pleasure. In hard quick swipes he licked her clit, causing her body to tense fast.

“Fuck”, she panted as she dug her nails into the back of his neck, drawing a groan from him. “Make me cum already, please!”

Happy chuckled against her pussy, the vibration of it making her gasp once again. Only when she began to beg did he release himself from her center, kissing his way back up until he finally placed his lips on hers. Tasting herself only turned her on more and at the same time made her blush as she could feel Happy smirking into the kiss.

“You got a condom, little girl?”, he rasped into her ear, nibbling on her earlobe before he sunk his teeth into her neck, which earned him another throaty moan from her.

Avery impatiently reached for the nightstand, opened the small drawer and rummaged around for a condom. Even though she most likely couldn't have children, she always wanted to be on the safe side and be well-equipped.

Happy snatched the condom out of her shaking fingers, ripped it open and rolled it onto his cock. A grin plastered on his face as he caught Avery watching with pure lust and excitement in her eyes.

The ever-growing need in her body became almost unbearable while she waited for him to fuck her. Biting down on her lower lip, she watched him position himself between her legs again.

Then he reached for her hand and pushed it into the mattress above her head, his fingers intertwined with hers. When their eyes met and he dug his fingers of his other hand into her hips, sending a sweet pain through her body, he placed the tip of his cock at her entrance and pushed inside  her inch by inch, giving her time to adjust to his length.

Her eyelids fluttered shut as an overwhelming pleasure overcame her, her back arched and pressed tightly against his body. Fuck, she couldn't get enough of him already.

Avery could feel her heart pounding in her chest after she opened her eyes again to look at him. His intense gaze made her shiver and swallow softly.

Happy let out a low growl as he buried himself inside her, stopping for a moment to enjoy her walls clenching around his pulsing cock. Then his fingers dug deeper into her flesh as he moved in and out of her in a pleasant rhythm.

Avery leaned in to capture his lips in a hard and rough but also passionate kiss that Happy deepened immediately, leaving her breathless. She racked her nails down his back eliciting a deep, almost animalistic growl from him. His darkening eyes met hers, a proud grin forming on his lips as he felt warm liquid running down his back from the scratches she had left there with her nails.

He let go of her hip and grabbed a fist full of her ass, squeezing it. “I need you to cum for me, baby”, he growled lowly as his lips danced across her skin, leaving a wet trail down her neck. “Cum for me”, he demanded.

“Hap”, she whimpered as everything in her abdomen tightened as he pounded into her, his thrusts hard and rough just how she needed them.

The sweet pain he kept sending through her body as he squeezed her ass made her moan his name while she dragged her nails down his back again.

“Wait, not yet”, he ordered as her pussy was already tightening around him, and he felt his own orgasm slowly coming. But he wanted to cum with her.

“I can't wait any longer”, she cried out, looking at him through half open eyelids, already on the edge. But she tried. She tried her best to hold back while he let go of her ass and slipped his arm under her back, pressing her even closer against him. “Happy please!”

He ground his hips against her core with a devilish smirk dancing on his lips, apparently enjoying teasing the hell out of her.

“Now, little girl. Cum for your man,” he whispered lowly; that did it for her. It took only two more thrusts before she couldn't hold it in anymore and came hard and all over him, almost screaming out his name.

And with a loud grunt he came right after her, spilling his seed into the condom before he collapsed on top of her.

“So you're my man, huh?”, the redhead asked after a while, still out of breath even though he did most of the work. Avery ran the tip of her nose along his neck and closed her eyes as she inhaled his scent.

“Damn right”, he grumbled with his face buried in her hair. Then he supported himself a little on his arm and looked down at her, with his other hand he brushed some strands of hair that were stuck to her forehead from her face. “I meant it when I said earlier that I want you to be mine only. No more other men, Avery.”

She lost herself in his eyes for a moment, biting her lip at his serious, almost urgent tone before she nodded. Somehow this side of him turned her on, that possessive side. “I promise, no other men. The same goes for you too, Hap. No other women if you want me to be yours”, she emphasized.

“I would be stupid to risk losing a woman like you for the bitches I used to fuck”, he whispered against her lips, which he kissed again. This time it was a gentle, almost loving kiss. “You’re the one I want.”

“Good, because you're the one I want”, she whispered with a smile, gently biting his bottom lip, causing him to grunt softly. She had a really good feeling about the whole thing and maybe she would finally find some happiness in her life again.