CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Demands & Love

The lot of TM was filled with motorcycles and cars as Jolene parked her Jeep next to Gemma's Cadillac. The doctor ran a hand through her dark hair before getting out from the Jeep, and unblocking Mateo from his car seat.

"Wow, Mommy!" Mateo spoke with amazement in his voice, as his dark eyes took in all the unfamiliar motorcycles. "It's a party!" The year year old said excitedly.

"Yeah, little man." Juice said with a laugh as he grabbed Jolene and Mateo's bags out of the trunk. "It's a party."

"Yeah." Jolene scoffed. "It's a fucking party alright." She muttered, glaring at Juice as they made their way towards the crowded clubhouse.

The clubhouse was noisy and too hot as Jolene entered it with Mateo, and Juice trailing behind them. Her head and eye were already throbbing, but it seemed to intensify once she stepped foot inside SAMCRO's clubhouse. Jolene felt Mateo remove his tiny hand from hers, and watched as the toddler ran off in search of Happy or Tig before she could protest. "I'll watch him." Juice assured her with his signature goofy smile before following after Mateo. Jolene let out a sigh as her dark eyes searched the overly crowded clubhouse for Lyla or Gemma. There was too many croweaters, members from other charters, and people SAMCRO considered family in the small space, and it was making Jolene feel claustrophobic. This wasn't the doctors first lockdown, far from it, but it had been the first one in a long time and she had forgotten just how overwhelming they could be.

"What the fuck happened to your face?" Tig asked, pointing a finger at Jolene's bruised eye as he stepped in front of her. "Who did that to you, doll?" He asked, his intense blue eyes staring into her equally intense dark ones. Tig knew he wouldn't be the only one who would want a piece of whoever laid their hands on Jolene. He knew Happy would happily torture whoever it was, preferably making it as slow and painful as possible.

"It's nothing." Jolene spoke through gritted teeth. She could already tell half of the people in the clubhouse had their eyes on them, because of Tig's loud fucking mouth. The brunette knew she should of tried to cover it up with make up, but Juice didn't really give her enough time to do so.

"The fuck it's nothing." Tig exclaimed. "You look like you went a round or two with Tyson."

"Alexander, leave it the fuck alone." She said in a low growl. The doctor knew SAMCRO, more specifically Tig and Happy would go after Mr. Haynes for hitting her, and she didn't want that. It wouldn't do any good for anyone if they tried to get retaliation. "It's just one of the many casualties that comes with my job."

"What the fuck!"

Jolene heard Happy's growl before she saw him. She watched as he took a few quick strides, and stood in front of her with Mateo in his arms. The sight of Happy holding Mateo almost made her forget they were in lockdown, and that her face was throbbing. Almost.

"Who the fuck did that?" Happy demanded, handing Mateo over to Tig, who happily took the toddler into his arms. "Tell me!" He hissed, grabbing Jolene's chin with his fingers and turning her face to look over the damage done to her eye. The bald biker could feel the rage taking over his body, there was no doubt in Happy's mind that he was going to slowly hurt whoever did this to Jolene.

"Good luck brother." Tig sighed. "I already tried to get her to talk." He said before walking off with an excited Mateo in his arms.

Happy grabbed Jolene's arm, dragging her back towards his dorm. "Start talking, little girl." He growled as he slammed the door shut, the force of it making the door knob shake.

Jolene let out a laugh, she knew Happy was trying to intimidate her into speaking, but Jolene had never been intimidated by Happy. The brunette thought he sometimes forgot who exactly her dad was. "It has nothing to do with the club, so it's none of your business." She told him flatly while crossing her arms across her chest.

"I don't give a fuck if it was club related or not! I want to know who laid their hands on you!" Happy yelled as he stepped closer to the brunette. "No one is allowed to touch you." He rasped, his voice growing lower as he gently pressed a calloused finger on the edge of her bruised eye.

Jolene closed her eyes, taking in Happy's gentle touch. His fingers had always felt good against her skin. "It was no one, Hap." She told him, her voice sounding small. "You can't get revenge for it." Jolene told him. "'Mateo needs his dad around." She said while opening her eyes, and giving him a small smile.

Happy nodded reluctantly. The enforcer knew that meant it was a patient at the hospital who had hit her, and Jolene not giving him a name was her way of making sure he didn't do anything stupid. Happy didn't like it, but he'd go along with it for now.

"I want you stayin' in here tonight." Happy told her before walking out of the room.

Jolene couldn't help but feel like it was going to be a long night.

/&/

Jolene laid in Happy's small dorm room bed, trying to keep her mind form wandering to Happy, and the rest of SAMCRO. The brunette could only hope that whatever it was they were out doing that they all came back whole. Jolene turned the light off, and snuggled into the blankets that smelled of Happy, sleep falling over her as soon as her dark eyes shut.

The sound of the door closing woke Jolene, she quickly turned the light on and sat up, blinking her sleepy eyes a few times to focus them. "It's just me, Jo." Happy spoke with an amused smirk on his lips.

Jolene nodded as she took in Happy, there didn't seem to be any wounds on his body. "Everyone okay?" The brunette asked, watching as he took off his kutte, and placed it on the chair.

Happy nodded as he placed his knife and gun on the dresser. He knew Jolene didn't want details, and he wasn't going to give her any. "Where's Mateo?" The tattooed biker asked while pulling off his shirt.

"With Gemma." Jolene said, trying not to get distracted by Happy's shirtless body. "You call him Mateo." A smile forming on her face. It felt good to hear Happy call him by his name instead of 'the kid.'

"It's his name." Happy said simply as he crawled into the bed next to Jolene. Happy could make out his SAMCRO t-shirt on Jolene's body, a smirk falling over his face as he played with the hem of the shirt. He wanted Jolene, and he wanted her now. Happy had to have her right now.

"Hap." Jolene said with warning in her tone.

"Let me love you, Jolene." His voice low and full of lust, his dark eyes looking into hers, asking for permission.

Jolene nodded as Happy swiftly removed her shirt, his lips attacking her bare skin. Happy Lowman was going to be the death of Jolene Delaney, and in this moment she was okay with that.

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