X POV

I wake up handcuff to the bed post and I have no clue what the hell happened last night. I know for a fact Happy and I didn't have sex last night and then I move my body around a little bit. That's when it all hits me, I got in a fight with Juice last night. Instead, of yelling for Happy, I lay there and think about what Juice told me last night that it was my fault Aaron died. But didn't, he know that Aaron was like a sister to me, I would have given my life for her as well. But he assumes, that it was all my fault, like I had something to do with the IRA attacking us, if it was them. All of sudden, I hear, "your finally awake," Happy said. "Happy fucking Lowmen, why the fuck am I handcuff to this bed," I tell him as calm as I can. "Why, becuase this shit with Juice and yourself has to stop. You guys just can go around fighting each other at every chance you guys get. Plus baby, you tore your stitches during that fight so I knocked you out and had chibs restitch you. Then I handcuffed  both hands becuase I know you are good at picking locks. You have to rest and let them heal," he tells me. "Fine babe you win but I will tell you this if juice fucken hits me am fighting back. So be warned about that so for now I will rest as long as you are in here with me and you uncuff me," I say the ending with puppy dog eyes looking at him. "Fine but stay put anything you need I got it for you baby," he tells me.

For the rest, of the day I don't come out the room for anything. I only get up when I go to the bathroom that's it becuase Happy is brings food for both of us to eat up here and watch some tv. Through out the day, I sit there and wonder what would have happened  if I died and Aaron lived. Since I haven't seen Juice I don't know where we stand but I hope we can put this behind us becuase he is like a brother to me.

Juice POV

'What the fuck?' Is my reaction in the morning when I can't move my hand becuase its are handcuff to the bedpost. "HAPPY FUCKING LOWMEN. GET IN HERE !!!!!" I yell fo Happy becuase I know he had something to do with this. Happy slammed  the door open and said, "Why the fuck are you yelling so early in the morning?" He asked me. "Hello I am handcuff to this damn bed and I will like to know why," I told him. "Why becuase you fucken got into a fight with my wife not just any old lady Juice," he tells me. I start to think about the fight that happened  last night  and I don't feel bad that the fight went down. "Look man, I know you are still fucken tore up about losing Aaron but you can't name X. Aaron was like a sister X and my wife would have given up her life for Aaron and you know that. Plus she has nothing to do with the IRA we are still trying to figure if it was them and why they would attack us," he tells me as calm as Happy can get.  I don't say anything instead I sit there and just think about what he said. "If I uncuff, you, promise me you will not get in no fight with X anymore," he tell me. "Ok fine, man what ever you want just get me out of these already," I say to him.

Once he gets, me out of them he leaves the room and leaves me alone for the time being. I still can't help but think it was X fault that my baby is not alive. As of now I don't forgive her but I will put up a front for Happy. Only time will tell if I ever forgive X.