Happy
He’s waiting up for Booster to come to the clubhouse. He stands outside, leaned against one of the posts of the clubhouse porch, smoking a cigarette a little impatiently.
Booster hasn’t been around all weekend—Happy suspects that Booster’s been spending his time with that woman he says he wants to have his child. That schoolteacher … Lena Hedland, according to the bit of snooping that he’s been doing since Booster told him about the wild ass idea he’s gotten all up in his head regarding that woman. She isn’t very notable. She doesn’t even seem like she’s all that important. But Booster has been all in his head over the bitch and Happy’s coming to realize …
At first, Happy thought that Booster was playing coy. That he wasn’t serious. Honestly, how could he have thought that Booster was actually serious about something as crazy as getting a woman he doesn’t even know to carry his child? A woman who probably won’t even seriously consider the offer, anyway. She’s a schoolteacher, for cry out loud!
But more and more attention of Booster’s time has been put into this woman. He’s looked into a few of Booster’s records, seeing the kind of money that he’s dropped on her. Bribes, probably, or incentives. But it’s with those purchases and Booster’s continued absences—unless they’re entirely necessary—that Happy realizes that Booster is, in fact, very serious about having a child—someone that can take over for Booster when he steps down.
With this, Happy starts getting antsy.
Happy wants to lead the Wylde Ones one day. He knows it won’t likely happen while Booster’s alive, but it sure as shit can’t and won’t happen if Booster pops out a kid on him, either. That’s as good as shoving him out of the way.
The thought angers him. He’s been kissing ass all these years, and sure, it’s gotten him a VP position, but Booster doesn’t really care for him, nor does he obviously trust him to take over the club if he’s trying to get himself an heir.
It’s why he’s tried to have Pixie hit on Booster more, but that’s not going well.
“Hey, Happy!”
Speak of the damn devil, and she shall appear.
Happy draws in another puff of cigarette, blowing it out as he hears Pixie come up behind him. She wraps around him, hugging him. She’s a hot little thing, and she likes him. He likes her well enough. He’s pretty sure that she’s got all these notions of settling down, but he’s not that interested in her. She’s a warm space between a pair of thick thighs, and that’s about all she’s ever going to be to him.
No offense to her, but that’s just the way things are.
Still, it doesn’t hurt to have her fawning over him. It makes her do what he wants her to do, because she wants to make him happy.
“Pixie. What do you want? Anything good to tell me?”
She stiffens behind him a little. She knows what that question means.
“Not really …” she says slowly. “Last time he was here, I tried to make him stay. He said that he had things to do—but he did say maybe next time!” she explains. She must be referring to when the fight broke out. He made sure that got way out of hand so that Booster would be forced to come back here, but it obviously didn’t work as well as he’d have liked … Booster turned Pixie down; he’s obviously got it bad for that other woman.
He scoffs.
“Whatever. It was one time. Try harder again next time. Give him a flash of pussy; show off your tits. Booster’s a man that needs a little incentive, you know?” She’s a club girl; it shouldn’t be that hard to get a biker’s dick hard and his brain turned away from other things, in all honesty. Her inability to give him results is starting to annoy him. She isn’t all that smart, but it doesn’t take brains to get some dick from someone.
He snorts.
“Maybe he’ll get you pregnant instead, and then it’s a surefire way of getting us to the top, huh?”
He turns his gaze to Pixie, who looks positively mortified at the thought. Happy laughs at her, patting his hand on her head.
“I’m just fucking with you, babe. Listen. Just do this for me, make me happy, okay? I want this. I want to be the one to lead the Wylde Ones one day. Booster hasn’t been around a lot, has he?”
Pixie shakes her head.
“And who’s been around, doing shit while he’s off doing fuck knows what all the fucking time?”
“You—”
“Me, exactly. Get me this, get him distracted, back on course for what we want, and I’ll be the happiest man alive.”
With that, he takes one last drag of his cigarette, pulling in smoke before puffing it out. He tosses the cigarette to the ground, stepping on it with his boot to put out the embers.
“Next time, get him to fuck you,” he tells her. “This is as important for me as it is for you.”
Pixie watches Happy walk off, heading over to his bike. Her eyes stay on him as he slides on, and watches as he rides down the winding dirt road. It’s only when he disappears that she lets out a breath, not having realized that she was holding one to begin with.
Pixie doesn’t understand why this is how Happy wants to try and get back into Booster’s good graces … There was a point where she was certain that Happy and Booster were close. Closer than a lot of the boys in the club. But things changed. She doesn’t know when they changed, but they did. And that changed Happy, too.
She doesn’t like that Happy wants her to try and woo Booster. It doesn’t make any sense to her; doesn’t Happy want her? Happy tells her he does, but she needs to do this one thing for him—she needs to get Booster to want to fuck her, to distract him enough that he forgets about this silly baby stuff.
If she does that for him, it’ll make him very, very happy.
She regrets that she has to agree to keep trying to get Booster to sleep with her, and it’s obvious to Pixie that she’s not sure it will work. She and Booster have slept together in the past, but it was always … because Happy nudged her there, not because she wanted Booster. Her eyes have always been on Happy, not Booster, and besides, Booster doesn’t want her. Happy’s not going to take Booster not wanting her as an answer, however.
She has to seduce Booster, one way or another.