Harley Delgado's Story

---

---

"Shit, you've got to be fucking kidding me Dean." Benji said pushing past Dean and Dean just rolled his eyes letting him in and shutting the door behind him. Harley couldn’t feel anything and if she’d been sober the disgusted and pained way Ben looked at her would have hurt. "Damn, baby, you really do get around don't you? Me, Tommy, Dean." He spat and she held his eyes, raising the beer bottle to her lips like she didn’t give a shit.

She hadn’t really focused on the rest of the conversation, but Dean grabbed her jaw and kissed her, before slipping out of the room and back down stairs, leaving her and Benji alone. She walked over to him, leaning in dangerously close, keeping her eyes on his. She shoved him against the wall and she could tell he was fucked up too and that only made her want to fuck with him. She ran her fingers down his chest slowly. Before pressing her lips to his and even through the fog of drugs she could feel that familiar shock of feeling pour over her. No matter how high she was she could never shake the feeling between them. She moved her lips along his jawline, before slipping her hand past the waste line of his jeans teasingly.

“What can I say Bones, I’m just a huge fucking whore.” She spat bitterly against his. “But, just remember you’re not innocent either and what’s it matter who I fuck, I’m not your girl anymore.” She smirked “Your dead to me Benji.” She whispered her breath on his skin. “Remember.” She breath, before stepping away and heading into the living room. “In fact I think I might marry Dean.” She smirked taking another drink of her beer.

---

---

---

---

She placed a hand on the back of his neck sending fire through his entire body. She pulled his lips back to her and he kissed her hard loving the way her lips tasted against his. "So are you." she breathed continuing to kiss him.

Her lips moved along his jaw and down his neck making him groan, smirk on his lips as her hand slipped up under his shirt. Her lips came back to his and he placed a hand on the back of his neck to hold her in the kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck, he pulled her close as she stood up though there lips never broke.

"Dance with me." she breathed and he raised a brow as she pulled him closer to the fire, he matched her smirk as they continued to kiss.

Her hips started to grind against his, slowly to the music and he held her close grinding with her, to the music. His hands roaming her body, ignoring the fact that there were others around. He spun her so her back was against his chest as he continued to grind against her on hand on her hip, holding her against him, while he moved her hair with his other hand and kissed along her neck. It was wrong what they were doing, beyond wrong. He’d watched her grow up for God’s sake. If he really wanted to fuck someone it should be Harley, hell she’d fuck anything with a pulse, if she was high enough Eli could almost beat she’d fuck him. But, he didn’t want anyone but Jaydon, no matter how wrong it was.

He felt someone grab him roughly and pull him away from Jae. “Fuck Elijah we’ve got Bloods.” The guy said and Elijah’s jaw clenched instantly. “Just a few of them, I doubt they’ll try anything.” The guys breathed and Eli sighed.

“Shit.” He breathed. “If there Bloods they’ll try something.” Eli breathed. “You got your gun Babe?” he glanced to Jaydon.

---

---

---

---

Ben grabbed her arm pulling her back to him roughly and she was glad he had a hold of her because if he hadn’t she’d probably have fallen over. Her grabbed her jaw roughly and she could see the pain in his eyes that she was causing and if she hadn’t have been so fucked up she’d have kissed and made up with him, begged him for his forgiveness, but she was too messed up to care.

"Go ahead." He breathed cruelly making her jaw clench, but she held his eyes despite how much she wanted to look away. "Dean, Tommy, marry whoever you want baby, hell, marry my father." his words hurt, because the smirk on her face told her fucked up brain that he didn’t give a shit about her. "You'll still end up in my bed once you realize how fucking lonely you are." he spat before shoving her away and she stumbled back nearly falling, but surprisingly managing to catch herself.

“I hate you.” She whispered, fighting back tears and she wasn’t sure what it was that’d had all of a sudden made it too painful to look at him. Maybe it was the simple realization of just how self-destructive she was, mixed with the fact that no matter how high she was, his words still cut her. It was worse than a slap to the face.

She slipped back into Dean’s room then and slipped her shorts and tank top back on before coming back out. Just as Dean was coming up from the basement, but she didn’t bother to stop she just headed straight for the front door. Only she paused in front of Ben, splashing the rest of the contents of her beer all over him.

“Kitten, what the fuck…where are you going!?” He called after her. “You can’t be alone out their this is Blood…” she didn’t stick around to let him finish his statement. She just slammed the door behind her leaving the two of them alone.

She couldn’t go home because she didn’t want to face Jaxon and if she walked the street, especially at this time, she was bound to get kidnapped and taken to Ben’s father to draw her brother’s out. So instead she slipped out on to the dark beach alone. She was still high as shit, but Ben’s words had turned her high into a downer and made her hate herself. When she was far enough away from the road, she sunk down into the sand where the water meet the shore, ignoring the fact that every time the water came in, it got her soaked, she half hopped she’d fall asleep an drown.

She was useless, she’d decided. It was very rare for Harley to feel sorry for herself, it was something she hated, but she couldn’t help it. Sure things hadn’t been great before she found out Benji was still alive. However, things had been simple and how they were supposed to be. He’d only been back a day and she was already falling apart. No one wanted her around not even him, because she was too impossible. She was pretty sure Dean only wanted her for bragging rights. It was getting increasingly hard for her to trust Benji let alone believe he loved her. Tommy was only with her, because he was scared shitless of her brothers and she’s was nice arm Candy. She was convinced her brother’s and even Jae would be better off without her, because all she knew how to do was fuck up everything she touched.

---

---

---

---

Elijah knew they were fucked. Even if they hadn’t seen the video, he was pretty positive they were there to fuck shit up. However if they’d seen the video, he was screwed. There was no one to back him, sure there were other Saints there, but they weren’t exactly the fighting kind. Most of the ones that were at the party with them, were ones that had joined, just for the fear of the name, because it seemed cool. It also didn’t help that Eli tended to be a sarcastic smart-ass when he was high as fuck.

"Yeah. I'll be fine." she shrugged with a smirk on her lips and he’d wondered if she’d ever actually been in a gang fight. He was well aware that she wasn’t innocent and she’d had her fair share of kills, just like the rest of them, but gang fights were different.

“You know, I came here to check on Bobby’s girl.” Eli heard a voice and he glanced up to see a Blood, surrounded by a more than just a few of his own men. “Bobby’s not going to be happy about this Youngblood, got your video too.” The man sighed. “Give us your sister.” The man’s eyes flicked to Jae and Eli’s whole body tensed as he reached for his gun. “Will call it even.” He smirked wickedly glancing back to Eli. “Or I can just slaughter all of you worthless bastards and take her.” He shrugged.

Eli raised a brow, he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth as a wicked smirk crept onto his lips. “Your Bobby and Dean’s bitch right? Or Daddy Bones faggot?” he said fearlessly. “How’s it feel when they bend you over and fuck you.” He spat. “That’s a mighty fine off, taking my baby sister of my hands, for me.” He shrugged. “But, I think I’ll have to pass on that.” He said keeping his eyes on the the man, standing his ground.

Eli knew what he was doing was dangerous, but him and Jaxon didn’t know how to be anything but insulting when they encounter a Blood. Eli wasn’t scared of them, he was only worried about keeping Jade safe and out of the Bloods hands. Him, Tommy, and Jaxon had recently gotten news that The Bloods were planning on kidnapping both Delgado sisters in order to draw that Delgado boys out and finish them once and for all.

“You two are a little far from home don’t you think. No one’s got your back out here Elijah.” He smirked darkly “I’m take your sister.” He said glancing to Jade again, I’m going to fuck her…pass her around like the slut she is, then were going to kill her slowly.” Elijah didn’t bother to wait then, that comment had pushed him over the edge and he pushed Jaydon behind him firing a few shots. Before grabbing her and pulling her in the direction of his bike. There gun shots started echoing all around them, drowning out the loud music. As much as he wanted to stay there and blow the guys brains out for what he’d said about Jaydon, he knew he had to get her out of there, she was priority.

---

---

---

---

Harley was miserable as she laid out under the stars, letting the water wash over her like a blanket every few seconds, before it was pulled back to the ocean and she couldn’t help but feel that her heart was no different. It was contently being tugged back and forth and it was breaking her down. She didn’t know who she was anymore or what she should do. Any life she choose whether it was with Benji, staying with Tommy, or living luxuries with Dean was miserably complicated.

She honestly needed her father. If anyone would know what to do it’d be him. He had to know that Ben had to have been the son of a the leader of the bloods. Which killed her and made her feel so stupid that she’d been so blindly in love with him that she had completely ignored who he was. Her dad would have wanted her to be happy and even if it had killed him he’d probably would have went straight to the Bloods bar and talked to Ben’s dad himself, because that was the kind of guy he was. Now, though her father was hooked up to life support and they were all counting the days until he finally let go.

Jaxon was impossible to talk, but she didn’t blame him in the end he was only looking out for her he was her older brother and he was a great older brother most the time. Then there was Elijah who hated the Bloods more than any of them and he’d die before he ever let Harley marry let alone date one of them. It was more than a little complicated and utterly exhausting after what she’d been through over the last twenty four hours. After a while of lying there, eyes closed listening to the waves wash over her. She stood up and started walking along the shore.

The drugs had started to wear off and against her will she’d started to sober up which only meant Ben’s words that had been replying her head, were really sinking in and she hadn’t even realized she’d been crying. Harley could literally feel herself becoming more and more reckless, hell she’d ventured into Blood territory without so much as a knife on her and now she was on Dean Garcia’s beach who now she was fairly certain was also a blood.

She paused and stood at the shore, ankle deep in the water, staring out over the ocean. She heard someone behind her, quite footsteps in the sand, but she didn’t have to turn to know who it was. His presence was undeniable.

“What happened Benny?” she breathed though she wasn’t entirely sure he’d heard her, she was scared though if she spoke any louder she’d fall apart. She wished she wasn’t sober, because she didn’t want him to know he’d gotten to her, she didn’t want him to see her cry. “You forget something?” she asked, but it hadn’t come out as bitter as she wanted it to, it had come out weak and vulnerable.

---

---

---

---

Part of Elijah wanted to stand there and smirk, proud that he’d fucked over the Bloods although it wasn’t exactly enough to bring his family back and I was probably stupid to do considering that even if they got on his back and rode away, there was still a good chance they’d follow them and then they’d be really fucked. He felt someone rips his grip from Jaydon and he knew it was a Blood and he smirked as he whipped around to face the guy who was holding her, hand covering her mouth.

“Oh, wrong move.” Eli smirked like he was about to have a really good time beating the shit out of the guy who’d taken her.

He moved quickly grabbing Jaydon and pulling her away from the guy, before grabbing the guy and punching him, causing the fairly scrawny guy they’d sent after them to fall to the ground. Eli climbed over him and continued to throw punch after punch, until the guys face was unrecognizable. It was scare watching Elijah, but once he got going, there was really no stopping him and he became utterly dangerous, beyond reason.

He turned back to Jaydon, there was blood on his face, but he acted like he didn’t notice despite the fact that it was splattered on his arms and neck as well. He grabbed her jaw roughly, though not meaning to as he held her eyes and pressed his lips to her, the kiss was quick.

“You alright baby?” He breathed, looking her over. He knew Jae was strong, she was a bad ass and she could hold her own with one of the guys in the Saints, however the Bloods were a different story and the thought of her being taken by them after what he’d seen them do we he’d come home to his family being slaughter. Bobby was twisted as fuck and he couldn’t handle loosing Jaydon to him.

“We gotta get out of her.” He breathed getting on his bike and gesturing her to hurry and get on.

---

---

---

---

She wasn’t sure if he was still as high as he was back at the house and she kind of hoped he was, because it would be easier for her to stay made at him and resent him if he was still high, because he’d be mean, but if he was somewhat sober and he was nice, she’d have a harder time holding herself to together.

"I'm sorry Harley." he breathed and out of the corner of her eye she saw his silhouette, standing beside her. "I came to tell you that and take you home. I didn't mean what I said, I was hurt and fucked up." He shrugged and she matched his sigh, keeping her eyes on the water. "I love you, but even if you don't believe me, at least let me take you home. You're not safe here." He breathed.

She let silence fall between them for a long time, because just standing there with him made her feel better, despite the fact that she really hated him at the moment. Everything was so fucked up, that she wondered what was really driving them. She wondered if they really loved each other or if they were just hopelessly addicted to something they couldn’t have and that’s what kept them coming back to each other. Silently she wondered what he was thinking.

“Don’t be stupid.” She finally breathed. “You take me home, Jaxon’s waiting on the front porch for me, he’s probably got every Saint with in a hundred miles out looking for me right now.” She sighed. “You’re as good as dead if they catch us together.” She shrugged. “I’ve got a black eye and a broken nose for a reason, I’m not going home tonight.” She said simply. “You take me to a hotel.” She suggested running her fingers through her matted hair.

---

---

---

---

Elijah started his bike up only, another Blood tried grabbing Jade and she’d held her own punching the fairly large guy before shooting him and Elijah smirked darkly. To most guys there was nothing hotter than a high class girl with big tits and a hot body. To Eli, there was nothing hotter than a girl who didn’t flinch when she killed a man. It was sick and fucked up, but that was the kind of world they lived in. He knew then and there him and Jae could be a seriously dangerous combination and that only made their forbidden affair that much hotter.

He pulled out, the end of his bike fishtailing as he peeled out onto the road and he watched in his rearview mirror as the other’s hopped on their bike with every intent to chase after him. Eli’s foot was heavy on the gas pedal and his bike was going and easy ninety miles an hour. He knew one wrong move or a turn taken to sharp would end badly for him and Jae. He had a million things to think about in that moment. A bike pulled up beside him and he didn’t have to look to know it wasn’t a Saint.

He slowed the bike down giving him time to reach for his gun, before the guy on the bike caught what he was doing and eased back, Elijah sped back up then, shooting the guy so accurately the bullet had hit the guy in the center of his temple on the side of his head. It wasn’t long till another biker pulled up on the side of them and Eli shot him, not before the man a had managed to shoot him in the arm, making it that much more difficult for him to drive and shoot.

Eventually they’d crossed back over the California border and Eli had managed to shake the remaining Bloods, before he’d pulled into an alley way to keep the two of them out of sight. He cut the engine too his back and stepped off pulling his shirt off, his upper arm looked bad and the bullet was embedded deep in his skin.

“Fuck.” He breath, more pissed off at himself then in pain. “Shit Jadi, I’m sorry about that.” He sighed.

---

---

---

---

"Alright, let's get going before someone sees us then." He sighed and she watched him go before reluctantly following after him.

It was a bad idea to have even offered the idea of him taking her anywhere, because no matter how much they denied it they both knew what would happen. By the time he got to wherever he’d decided to take her, they’d be sober. He’d apologize and she’d be too exhausted to fight. She wouldn’t want to be alone, so she’d ask him to stay. They’d get high again and fuck and she’d let him back in like nothing ever happened and that killed her to know that he could probably murder Jaxon or Jade right in front of her and all he would have to do was kiss her and she’d forgive him and that scared the shit out of her that he had that much control over her, although she refused to admit it.

She hesitated before finally getting on the back of his bike. She hadn’t ridden in what felt like ages. She refused to ride on the back of anyone else’s bike after Ben “died”, which pissed Tommy off.

The thought of being on the back of another bike again was excited and her heart speed up when he pulled out onto the road. It was an incredible feeling being on a bike again after three years. Riding motorcycles was embedded in her DNA. Being on the back of his bike again, it gave her a since of peace and freedom that she hadn’t gotten to feel in years. It made her feel alive and like herself again for once. She didn’t wrap her arms around him because she didn’t have to, if she was being honest she trusted him more on the bike then off the bike. She hadn’t even realized how far they’d driven out of town until he’d pulled into the parking lot of a hotel and cut the engine, bring her down from her temporary high.


"It's not exactly five star, but it's not roach infested either." he shrugged as he got off the bike and she stepped off after him. "I can just drop you here and you can call a cab in the morning, or I can stay with you if you want." he said with a sigh and she had to force herself to hold his eyes.

She closed the distance between them, as she reached around slipping her hand into his back pocket and grabbing the pack of cigarettes and lighter she knew would be there, out of his back pocket, before taking a step back and lighting the cigarette. Moaning softly as she took a long drag. She was hopelessly addicted to cigarettes, probably more so then any of the drugs she took and not having one tended to make her moody and she hadn’t had one since before her and Jaxon’s fight.

“I got no money, no cell phone, no gun.” She breathed out a cloud of smoke. “I mean I can make the money easy, standing on the corner. Not like I haven’t done it before.” She shrugged. “I can use the payphone to call Jaxon in the morning and hope to God, I make it through the night without getting myself killed.” She said honestly. “Or, you could get the hotel room. Go down to that gas station we passed, get some booze, and we can get wasted and talk about how much we’ve fucked up.” She smirked. “Who knows maybe you’ll even talk me out of my clothes, your good at that.” She sighed. She kept her blue eyes on his brown ones. “It’s up to you Bones.”

---

---

---

---

Sure, Eli’s arm hurt and it’d be sore as hell tomorrow, but he’d been hurt way worse in the past. A simple gunshot to the arm was nothing, he was just mad at himself for putting Jaydon in danger and knew the news was bound to get back to Jaxon, if it hadn’t already and in all honesty the thought of being killed by a blood sounded better then listening to Jaxon lecture and scream at him for hours and being the loyal lap dog he was, he’d sit there and take it. Jade’s lips set his body on fire like only her kiss could do pulling him from his thoughts.

"It's fine, it's not your fault." she breathed against his lips, before kissing him again and he smirked. "Besides, we got out of there alive, didn't we?" she held his eyes and he held hers back, before she smirked and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning up on her toes to kiss him and he wrapped an arm around her tiny waist pulling her close and kissing her hard. "What's a party without a high speed chase and some gunfire anyway?"

She laughed lightly and he just smirked as she kissed along his jaw, running her hands down his chest making him groan and making it hard for him to concentrate on figuring out a way to get them home. He fisted his hand in her hair, bring her lips back to his and kissing her hard for a long moment before finally pulling away. He lend his forehead against hers, holding her eyes, running his thumb across her bottom lip.

“As much as I’d love to get down and dirty right here,” he said with a wicked smirk. “I gotta get this bullet out of my arm and we have to get home so Jaxon can behead me for almost getting you pretty little ass killed.” He laughed.

He released her then making his way over to his back and pulling out his bag, digging through it before finding a small first aid kit. He used the tweezers to dig out the bullet, making it clear it wasn’t the first bullet he’d had to fish out of his body or even someone else’s. Finally he’d pulled it out of his skin and tossed it into his bag before wrapping his arm with a bandage.

“Alright, it’s as good as new.” He smirked.

---

---

---

---

"Alright I'll stay." he didn’t hesitate to give her an answer immediately after she’d asked him to stay in so many words. "Come on." he said and she waited outside while he got the room. Before he came back out handing her the key. "I'll go get the booze, you go wait in the room. Try not to get into too much trouble while I'm gone." he teased and she only rolled her eyes as she watched him pull out of the parking lot.

There was a small hint of painful worry that he might not come back for her. She was used to people not sticking around, but with him it was different. The gas station had been pretty far back up the road, so she had some time to kill. She finished her cigarette, flicking it away, before heading up the stairs to their room. She walked pasted various other rooms, one she could her loud moans from, while the other she could hear a couple fighting and she just continued, before pausing at one room, the door wasn’t clicked completely shut and through the window she could see a young girl slipping into the bathroom and she smirked.

Once the girl had disappeared into the bathroom, Harley pushed the hotel door open and headed straight for the girls suitcase, which was on the bed her clothes scatted on the bed and hanging out of the suite case. Harley helped herself to some of the girls lingerie that looked expensive and still had tags on it. Harley dug through the girls shit finding a shit ton of drugs and it was obvious by the girls choice of clothing what she did for a living. Harley swiped a good amount of the drugs and the sluty, lacy lingerie nightgown before slipping out of the girls room and unlocking her room, slipping inside.

“Dumb bitch.” Harley breathed, smirk on her lips, as she tossed the drugs to the bed, realizing for the first time Benji hadn’t even tried to be casual, he’d gotten a king size bed, making their only option sharing the bed and she just rolled her eyes with a smirk. She hopped in the shower, felling a million times better, before finally slipping out her new outfit, just as she heard a knock at the door.

She tossed the door wide open, smirking at Ben, before walking to the bed and sitting down next to the drugs. “Hey, think fast.” She said tossing him one of the bags full of coke. “I went shopping while you were gone.” She said with a wicked smirk.

---

---

---

---

"Alright then I guess we should probably get going then huh?" she said holding her eyes and he could tell she didn’t want to go back just as much as he didn’t. She wanted to stay out longer and prolong the enviable, but he wasn’t sure what the hell there was for them to do.

He sighed leaning against his bike and lighting a cigarette, letting silence fall over them for a long moment, like he was simply taking a smoking break before they got back on the road. If he was being honest the last twenty-four hours had been the most exciting and exhilarating time he’d had in the past three years. He’d give anything to continue to have it just be the two of them, but he wasn’t sure how to make that happen.

Just then a back door opened next to Jae, music blasting from inside and Eli raised a brow as a couple came out, practically fucking each other through their clothes and he smirked and he slipped his shirt on grabbing the door just before it closed and leaning in close, so his lips were just grazing Jade’s.

“Or we can go inside and make the most of the last night before Jax kills me.” He shrugged, but he didn’t give he a chance to say no, he pulled her with him, slipping in the back door. The place was ancient and smell of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume. It was an old club, meant for cheap hookers and perverted guys. Eli felt at home, it was exactly the kind of place he hung out in.

---

---

---

---

"I don't believe that for a second." he smirked and she lend back on her elbows on the bed, watching him cut lines of coke like a professional, making her smirk. "Unless of course by shopping, you mean stealing, then yeah, I guess that makes sense. Thought I told you to stay out of trouble though." He teased and she just rolled her eyes.

The two of them together, high and feeling invincible was a deadly combination. Hell, if they were high enough, as long as Benji was by her side, she’d probably attempt to assassinate the president. There was just something about him that made her want to be bad and fuck shit up. She watched him lean down and do a few lines. He turned to her then, giving her no time to dodge him as he fisted his hand in her hair kissing her hard. She moaned the second his lips touched hers. She was sober, so her feelings were completely real and she hated him for not waiting until she’d gotten high. He kissed her for a long time and she leaned into the kiss, before he finally pulled away, grabbing one of the liquor bottles.

"Your turn princess." He smirked and his voice almost seemed like he was challenging her and she raised a brow, purposely leaning over him, doing the rest of the lines which was probably one line too many, considering her nose had started bleeding, but she whipped it away. She sat back up then, grabbing the bottle from him and downing half of it before shoving it back in his hands.

“I wish you’d stop fucking with my head.” She smirked, it was the truth, but it wasn’t just him. The two of them had always played head games, Harley probably did it to him more, then he did it to her, but she also knew that was what kept them coming back to each other. “You got a girl Babe?” she asked. She was honestly surprised his father hadn’t guilt tripped him into marry someone he didn’t love. “Who’s your old lady these days?” she asked holding his eyes.

---

---

---

---

The club wasn’t too bad, but once they were inside it was more like a bar, that was trying to double as a club. Elijah wasn’t stupid, he knew that Bloods were still hunting them and he wasn’t sure who might be in the bar with them, so he kept Jade close until they’d found a spot in the corner of the bar, where it was dark. They’d made out for a long time, he’d ordered drinks for both of them before he’d slipped his hand up her dress and they’d done stuff right there in the bar, without anyone so much as even noticing.

It was hot and kinky, which was exactly what Eli lived for and Veronica was too much of a prude, hell she rarely had sex with him and he’d practically had to force her the times they had done anything. If felt incredibly good to know that Jade not only wanted him, but she enjoyed him. However underneath his tough exterior and all the fucked up “brother/sister” sex they were having, he could feel himself falling in love with her and as much as he wanted to try and stop it he knew it was already too late.

He kissed along her neck slowly, pulling his hand out from under her dress as he watched her breathing start to slow. He pulled away then taking drink of his beer. There was a part of him however that was worried, that he was the only one actually falling for her. She was young, still a kid and he wasn’t. They both had different things they wanted out of life, despite how similar they were. She had Eric and he wondered if what they were doing was just a fling to her. He sighed as a slower song started to play and a few couples made their way out to the dance floor.

He didn’t bother to tell her anything he just grabbed her and pulled her up from her seat and lead her to the dance floor, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. He started to move slowly with her, dancing fluidly and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually slow danced with anyone.

“Jadi.” He breathed “What if I love you?” he knew it was a loaded question and he could always blame it on him being drunk later on. He figured that maybe she won’t think much about it, because of course he loved her, she was supposed to be his sister. “What would you say?”

---

---

---

---

She knew eventually they’d have to move on, both get married and live separate lives. It was enviable and the thought of him with someone else was sickening. He’d always be the only one she’d ever want, but eventually his dad would find out or Jax and Eli would find out and they’d have no choice. He was the only man she wanted to spend her life with, she’d known that from the second she’d met him. She was scared of what his answer would be, hell he could be married for all she knew. She grabbed a new bottle of liquor and pooped it open taking a long drink from it well she waited for his answer.

"No one really." he shrugged, she covered her relieved sigh with another drink of liquor. "I've been with Hollie Fitzroy a few times I guess, but it's not really a relationship." he shrugged and she watched him take a swig of his drink and she hadn’t missed the way he’d glanced to her engagement rings and she sighed biting her lip and looking away. She raised her bottle to her lips and taking another long drink letting it burn down her throat.

“She’s perfect.” Harley breathed. “Easy to handle, pretty, keeps her mouth shut.” She shrugged, glancing to him. “She’s got no fight, that’s perfect for the wife of a soon to be leader.” She nudged him playfully.

It was the truth though. The difference between girls like Hollie and girls like Harley was their ranking among the gang. For girls like Hollie, their parents were most likely already in the gang and if they weren’t then she was a privileged girl looking for a little trouble. Those kind of girls kept their mouth shuts and did what they were told. They were the perfect wives, but when things got rough they wouldn’t stick around. Then there were girls like Harley, who had responsibility, cause her father was at the top of the food chain.

She knew the gang inside and out, she hadn’t been kept on the outskirts of the gang life, she’d been right in the middle of it. She was hard to handle, she fought back, and she didn’t take any ones shit, but when things got tough you could bet your life her ass would be right there by your side.

Harley glanced down to the ring on her finger and sighed. “He hates you, you know?” She breathed referring to Tommy, hating that the alcohol was making her actually want to talk to him and be real for once. “Because he knows I’m still in love with you, he knows you’ve still got me.” She shrugged, keeping her eyes on the ring. “He knows it should be you marrying me, they all know.” She shrugged. She bit her lip chocking back the pain in her voice. “I don’t want to marry him, I fucking hate him.” She said honestly.

She knew what he’d say, he tell her to leave him, but he knew as well as she did, it didn’t work like that. Even if she left him, she’d end up with some other ass hole Saint, who was more or less only marrying her to get close to her brothers and be higher up.

---

---

---

---

Elijah knew it was a stupid thing to bring up, them being together was just as bad as Harley and Ben being together. It was something that just couldn’t happen. He wished now he’d been more understanding of the two of them, because he’d seen how miserable Harley was. She wasn’t even the same girl anymore she was an empty shell of herself. Now, he was in the same boat as her, because not only had he lost his first love, but now he was in love with someone else entirely, maybe even more in love with Jae then he had been with Sabrina, but they couldn’t be together and that thought of that was frustrating. There were far too many things in their way.

"I'd say you're a fucking idiot." She finally breathed and he smirked at her answer. "But I must be one too." she sighed and he matched her sigh already knowing what she was going to say next. "Because I think I love you too." he’d heard her clearly despite how quiet and meek her voice sounded in that moment.

He knew right then and there, he should have straightened them out. Called it off and driven her back home, because that was the responsible thing to do, he’d crossed the line kissing her when he’d kissed her back on the beach, then fucking her in the bathroom had been beyond wrong, now he was pretty sure he loved her as more than just his little sister. It was all a big fucking disaster waiting to blow up in their faces, but he didn’t give a shit, if it blew up it blew up and he’d probably end up dead, but in the end it would all be worth it.

The worst part about it was that Jade hadn’t seen all of Eli’s dark side, she didn’t know who dangerous he could be when he loved someone and he’d seen Jae, she liked to play games with guys and the first time she tried to fuck with his head or flirt with another guy in front of him, she’d learn real quick exactly how controlling and possessive he was. He pressed his lips to the top of her head.

“It’s going to be complicated.” He breathed slipping his hand into her hair and kissing her deeply, before pulling away and resisting his forehead against hers. “But if you want this…we’ll make it work.” He breathed against her lips with a smirk.

---

---

---

---

"Yeah well, I guess there's nothing we can do about it." he breathed and she ran her fingers through her hair with a soft sigh because he was right. "Unless we actually had the guts to run away. For good." she glanced up to him and she rolled her eyes when she saw the smirk on his face.

It was exhausting and she hadn’t really slept in close to forty-eight hours, so the idea of running away at that moment didn’t seem at all appealing and while they might be happy for a while. Nothing ever stayed high for her and eventually there happiness would end. Harley knew deep down, that the only real way for them to be okay, was for both of them to move on no matter how bad it hurt. If they continued to see each other, it would only hurt more in the end. She just didn’t want to admit that out loud.

She lend in and kissed him, pulling herself into his lap so she was straddling him. Her kiss wasn’t desperate or urgent, it was sad and deep. She pulled away, because if she hadn’t it would have gone farther and if they slept together again, she’d never be able to tell him goodbye. She rested her head on his shoulder, her arms wrapped around his neck and she didn’t say anything just let silence fall between them. She was trying her best to work up the courage and her own strength to tell him she had to walk away and she knew she couldn’t let him kiss her and reel her back in, because that’s all it would take.

She pressed her lips to his neck, letting them linger there for a long moment. “You know I love you Baby. More than anything in this world.” She whispered against his skin. “I lost you once, I don’t think I can do it again.” She swallowed hard, because she could feel the knot in her throat and she was trying to hold it together. “And, you’re right. There is absolutely nothing we can do to change who we are and what’s expected of us.” She said pulling away to look him in the eyes no matter how hard it was, she had to face him, so he knew how much she really did love him, but she just couldn’t handle sneaking around with him, fall in love all over again, just to have him ripped away in the end.

“We could run, but you know it’s only a temporary fix. The longer we keep this going, the more were hurting ourselves.” She breathed closing her eyes.

---

---

---

---

Eli would do anything for her, if she told him that she thought they should go home and go back to the way they were, it’d be hard as hell but he’d do it if it was what she wanted. It wouldn’t be impossible, but it’d be miserable watching her with Eric, because if it really came down to it Eli was fairly certain that Eric wouldn’t do everything in his power to keep Jaydon safe the way he would. Eric wouldn’t sacrifice his life for her, but Eli would in a heartbeat.

"Alright." she said pulling him from his thoughts and he groaned against her lips as she kissed him and he kissed her back just as deeply as she was kissing him. Eventually she pulled away, tracing his jaw with her lips and he pulled her closer as the song ended. "But we'll have to be really fucking careful." she sighed holding his eyes and he raised a brow.

“Babe, I’m the definition of careful.” He said with a wicked smirk. “We really should head home though.” He finally said running his fingers through his hair and lacing his fingers with hers as he led her back through the club and out the back door to his bike. “the sooner we get home, the sooner I can get Jax off my back and we can jump back under the covers.” He smirked as he threw his leg over, getting on the back of his bike and starting it up.

---

---

---

---

"Do you want me to go then?" he breathed and she was surprised that he wasn’t fighting her. She knew he was tired of trying to convince her and she was too exhausted to be broken again. "I can leave if that's what you want and I won't bother you again. But I want you to look me in the eye and say it." She could see the pain in his eyes and it killed her. She closed her eyes finally letting tears fall down her cheeks because this time, she was actually saying good bye, giving up on them and it wasn’t like her. Anyone who knew Harley knew she was a fighter.

She shook her head and opened her eyes holding his, for what she knew would be the last time. “No.” she whispered. “I’ll walk away this time.” She said standing up and collecting her clothes. “I’ll call a cab.” She nodded, like she was trying to convince herself to leave. Finally she headed towards the door and she hesitated, for a moment she wanted to take everything back and beg him to run away with her, it was on the tip of her tongue.

Instead though she slipped out of the hotel room and down to the lobby, the cab had taken a total of five minutes to get there. She’d counted to keep herself from running back upstairs to Ben. The second she got in the second she got in the cab however she completely feel apart. There was no trying to hold it together and she was glad that she was alone, aside from the cab driver. When she’d gotten back to her house she knew something was wrong, she could feel it like a cloud hanging over her.

Eli’s bike was parked in the drive way with about a million other Saints bikes. Jaxon was sitting on the steps of the porch his hands buried in his face and her heart nearly stopped because at first she thought it was Jaydon, until she saw a flash of blonde hair, that matched her own in the kitchen window and then she knew exactly what was going on, she could tell just by the look on Jax’s face when he glanced up at her as she stepped out of the cab. Her dad was gone. It looked like he’d been crying for hours and she knew there was only a few things that could really make Jaxon feel anything.

It felt like someone had punched her in the stomach and stole the air from her lungs. She only made it a few steps onto the grass before falling to her knees, because they’d given out on her. She cried harder and she felt Jaxon wrap his arms around her as he sat next to her on the grass and she buried her face in his shoulder. It wasn’t very often that the Delgado siblings hugged, but she felt a million times better when her brother was hugging her. She felt Tommy rubbing her back softly and it only made her cry harder. She wanted to be strong, but she couldn’t after what had just happened with Ben only to come home and find that she hadn’t been there when her dad passed away because she was too wrapped up in being a fuck up.

After that night, the Delgado’s had to shape up. There was no more being week or vulnerable, because that Bloods would get word that Victor Delgado was dead and if they were vulnerable they’d strike. The funeral had been more than difficult and had she not been preoccupied comforting her little sister, she’d have had another mental break down. Benji had been pushed far back from priority, now that her father was dead, she had ten times more responsibility and she had to step her game up.

Knowing Ben was alive, was easier to handle. She’d stopped fighting Tommy and Jaxon and she’d focused on her wedding to get everything else of her mind. She stopped acting like a spoiled brat and started acting more like an adult. She’d turned back into her old self, for the most part, because it was easier to lie to herself and pretend to be okay, with the thought that Ben was alive, then it was to be a grieving girlfriend.

It had officially been two and half months since her father had passed away and since she’d seen Benji. She thought about him at least a dozen times a day, but she tried her best to preoccupy herself. Sometime during the two months though, she’d buckled under the pressure of trying to be so perfect and found herself going back to Dean, because he was the closest thing she had left to Ben. It was there days until Harley’s wedding and all she could think about was Ben it was driving her crazy. Dean’s lips moved along her shoulders and she smirked pushing him off playfully as she stood up and got dressed quickly.

“Babydoll.” He breathed and she was glad her back was turned to him, because ever since she’d called things off with Ben, he’d stopped calling her kitten and started calling her Babydoll, like he knew Ben used to and she visibly winced. “Why are you leaving, weddings not for another three days right?” he said coming up behind her and turning her back to face him, fisting his hand in her newly dyed red hair, because her natural color blonde was holding a million memories that she was forcing herself to forget. He pressed his lips to hers and she smirked, biting his bottom lip as she pulled away.

“Yes it is which is exactly why I shouldn’t be in your bed.” She said shoving him away. “We’ve gotta stop Dean, after Saturday night, this,” she gestured between the two of them “Is officially over.” She said grabbing her keys and heading towards the front door, he grabbed her just as she grabbed the handle of the door and spun her back to face him kissing her hard, before releasing her.

“You’ve been saying that since we started fucking again.” He laughed letting his eyes rake over her and she just rolled her eyes turning back, towards the door and he took the opportunity to smack her ass as she slipped out. She hated to say it, but lying to herself was working for her. She looked good, better then she’d looked in years.

---

---

---

---

They’d driven for a long time until they’d finally gotten back home and as they pulled up to the house, Eli couldn’t find parking. Harley’s lined the street and Veronica’s car was parked in the driveway and he knew something was seriously wrong. He had a feeling that it had something to do with Harley only because the last time he’d talked to Jaxon they still hadn’t found her and if something had happened to her he’d never fucking forgive himself. He practically parked in the middle of the street as close as he could get to the house and jumped off his bike not bothering to wait for Jaydon.

Only before he managed to get to Jaxon, who had his face buried in his hands sitting on the steps of the porch he was greeted by Tommy who grabbed him roughly shaking him to get his attention and he watched Marky run past them straight for Jaydon and he felt his heart rate speed up. He was smart enough to have figured out that it wasn’t Harley, because if it was Tommy would be a complete fucking wreck, he wouldn’t be calm.

“Tom what the fuck is going on.” Eli said shoving him away irritated and his eyes flicked to Veronica as she came out of the house and down the stairs towards him, looking like she’d been crying.

He met Jaxon’s eyes and his stomach twisted as he watched his brother’s eyes go through a wave of emotions. “You mother fucker!” Jaxon strained scream made him closes eyes. “He was your fucking dad and none of you were here for him!” Elijah shook his head like he didn’t want to believe it.

The night was a fucking mess, from Harley coming home and nearly having to be admitted into the hospital to him and Veronica getting into a fight and him trying his best to comfort Jaydon without making it look like they fucked each other. It was then that Elijah knew he had to straighten his shit out and step up. He was Jaxon’s right had man and he was going to have more responsibility whether or not he wanted it.

The months went by as the Saint adjusted to Jaxon and Eli being in charge. Jaxon had told Eli privately that he wasn’t sure he could handle it alone, so in the end Eli had stepped up and him and Jaxon were both leading the Saints. It seemed to work out. Jaxon had ripped Eli apart for what he’d done to Bobby’s girlfriend and for almost killing Jaydon. In the end though him and Jae hadn’t stopped fucking. They’d take every opportunity form Veronica leaving to get groceries to him sneaking in through her bedroom window. He’d become completely addicted to her and for the first month it was flawless.

However they’d started slipping up and getting lazy about it and Veronica had found a few of Jaydon’s bras, while Eric was wondering why she’d become distant, and Eli was pretty sure that Marky had heard them on one of the many nights they’d spent together because he was acting different. Which only ended in him and Jaydon fighting more and more recently. He didn’t want to lose her, she was the best thing that had happened to him in a long time, he wasn’t ready to give her up.

He hadn’t seen Jadi in two days, because he’d been busy fucking Veronica, to shut her up. He’d also been busy with tux fittings for Harley’s wedding. He was literally craving the feeling of her touch and the taste of her lips it was driving him nuts and making him antsy like he was contently tweaking. He was at the Tux shop looking over himself in the mirror. Jaxon, Marky and Tommy were all still changing and he took the chance to slip outside and call Jaydon, because he figured maybe hearing her voice would calm his nerves only all he got was her voicemail.

“Listen babe, I really fucking miss you.” He breathed into the phone not really sure what to say. “I gotta see you, I’m losing my mind…” he trailed off like he was going to say more, but he figured it was pointless and he just hung up, because he had a crushing feeling that she was fucking Eric and the thought drove him nuts.

---

---