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@happysonsof
“So now that you’re in deep shit, you suddenly remember me again? How convenient!”
“A simple fuck you would do,” Hap said as he gave her his award winning smile. He’d obviously come to the wrong place for help, something he’d done to her one too many times.
“You got any friends who might wanna help me and the MC out?”
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Happy just missed the bottle flying his way, moving to pick it up. he wasn’t an expert in any pills, at least not any prescribed pills.. As he saw the direction they came from, he stepped over. “Lady I ain’t no expert, but you’re doing it wrong,” He smiled, as he placed them back on the table. “I find murdering people helps when I’m pissed off”
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“It might help you too”
“Yeah?” She looks up at the man and shakes her head, trying not to snap but her head is fuzzy and the pills don’t help. “I guess it would be dumb to ask you then if there is anything that won’t make me feel like a walking zombie when I take them huh?” She knew she should be but sometimes…most of the time, it was just too much.
A snort left her at his prescription. “I’m sure my therapist would LOVE that. Not only does she hear and see things but now shes committing murder too. That would be a great headline.”
“You’ll get a reduced sentence for being mentally bat shit crazy, play on it. I would” Happy said nodding as he still thought murder was a good idea for her to relief the stress or whatever she was going through.
Hearing his comment about staying away from the crow eaters, she raised a brow but said nothing. Alissia knew what it was like in the club. If they weren’t satisfied at home, if the Missus wasn’t around - they all cheated. She didn’t think he was being truthful, but she didn’t blame him either. It’s just how they were, and she knew what she was getting into. Alissia had been a thorn in Clay’s side for years, and naturally gravitated to Happy. At first it was to tick of Morrow, but she fell in love with the rough unapologetic killer. “I’m sure I want you. I aint goin anywhere baby.” Alissia cupped a hand under his chin, smiling as she looked at him. As her watch went off, she rolled her eyes. “Better get our food soon or I’ll end up late for my appointment.”
Happy smiled with a nod, he chose to believe she wanted this, and that she knew what she was getting herself in for. The biker never once hid who he was, or what he was. Every member had at least two loves. Their old ladies and the patch. Happy was a member who did anything and everything for his club. “I’m sure it will turn up, I’ll leave a generous tip”
Josie had waited for Happy, actually turning down the others as they asked for some time with her - which was strange. The East Coast born whore was usually up for anything with anyone. However she did continue to drink, smoking joints as she sat around. Once the killer walked back in, her blue eyes were so magnetic. Josie smiled as he confirmed it wasn’t his blood. “I’ll be here once you clean up baby, been waiting for you.” There was a purr in her voice, and she finished off her drink as she waited. The blonde liked to say she didn’t have favorites, but she found herself with Juice or Happy most of the time.
Once the blood was washed off his hands, and kutte the biker returned to Josie. Now able to drink he ordered a prospect to get him another drink. “Hey, I need somebody to tattoo a smiley face, are you up for it?”
Keera comes over to a bleeding Happy after a job gone wrong. She sits on the arm of the sofa he's laying on and dangles down a beer to him as she munches on a slice of pizza. "You'd best not bleed out Hap." She comments through a mouthful, only to be yelled out from the next room by Tara not to give him a beer before his stitches.
Happy was in pain, but what was worse than that pain was a so called friend dangling a beer and pizza over him. “Don’t let me die beer and pizza-less” Happy said, not even caring that he could potentially be laying here dying. That was part and parcel of this life. “I’ll come back and kill you dead”
Alex sat on the sofa looking at the bottle of pills on the table. She knew she was supposed to take them when she started feeling like this, when things became overwhelming. But they made her feel so…fuzzy. So bad. So hallow. Was it better to feel the hallow or feel the pain?
She hated the bottle, all its bright orange. It felt like it was mocking her, taking it away. Yes, take the pain away…take her away. Her name was in bold throbbing letters across it, pulsing. A scream echoed in her head to remind her, so loud it made her head hurt again.
Her eyes popped open violently. Reaching out she smacked it off the table so hard it flew across the room and hit the wall. ”Fuck.” She leaned back in the sofa. It was going to be a long day.
Happy just missed the bottle flying his way, moving to pick it up. he wasn’t an expert in any pills, at least not any prescribed pills.. As he saw the direction they came from, he stepped over. “Lady I ain’t no expert, but you’re doing it wrong,” He smiled, as he placed them back on the table. “I find murdering people helps when I’m pissed off”
“It might help you too”
Being given his whiskey, the crow eater smiled. “Thank you baby. I’ll be here when you get back.” Josie sipped the whiskey, and winked at him. She wasn’t ashamed of being a crow eater, a down right whore. Josie loved the club, it was far more interesting than her life on the East coast. She wasn’t anyone’s old lady, and she sure as Hell wasn’t easy to pin down. For the time being, she was having fun just enjoying time with the club. Who knows, maybe she’d become someone’s old lady. Josie gave him a little wave and a smirk.
“You’re welcome, and I’ll be about an hour tops,” Happy smiled, as he headed out the door. He got on his bike, heading to commit the murder in the name of the club. It was more than a simple hit, it was a message killing,so Happy had to get a little more dirty, a little more bloody. The job was done though, as happy was a professional at killing, it was the one thing he did the best. It didn’t take him long to return back to the club house, but he needed to wash up before hanging out with the crow eaters. “Not my blood” He smiled as he passed Rosie again.
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As the knife was pressed into his skin, he hisses. “Son of a bitch! You bastard!” Tig knew that he asked for this but fuck it all if it didn’t hurt like a bitch. The smell of burning skin and hair filled the air and once it was over he turned to face him. “You enjoyed that didn’t you?” He asks still reeling as he takes another sip of the booze. He did ask for it after all.
“Think we got any pain cream to put on it or somethin? I don’t wanna have to worry about the burn not healing properly since I just got my ass branded.”
“Yeaaah!” happy said with the biggest grin. As much as he loved Tig like a brother, happy loved to inflict pain more, and it made him want to find somebody to actually hurt and do this but a lot more. Happy pulled out a rag, and used it to wipe the knife down, before putting it back in its sheath.
“I don’t know, but I will put some on.. As a favour for you, as you let me burn your ass. I will kill you with the same knife if you tell anybody about it though. They won’t find your grave”
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Chibs knew that he could count on Happy. The man was loyal to the bone. He would give his life for this club if he had to. That’s exactly what SAMCRO needed if it was going to survive this. Chibs had a bad feeling that this was the perfect opportunity for their rivals to see a weakness and strike. If that was the case he’d rather have someone like him at the mother charter. “Would you be interested in becoming my VP?” There was no other person better for the position. “If you say no because you eventually want to go back to being nomad I understand. I just wanted to offer you the position.”
Getting back into running porn was a legit business. “We will have to get another building and having you around to help out the shop and finding prospects will sure as shit help. If they can stick around and not be scared off that is.” He smiled at him. Happy was terrifying when it came down to it. Most people didn’t know how to handle him, so if they could still manage to stick around after meeting him then chances are they had what it takes to wear the reaper.
“Let’s get this over with.” Chibs downs the beer and puts his helmet on, heading out to his bike.
Happy felt a wave of emotion coming over him, at the offer of VP? How could the man turn down such an honour? He enjoyed the life of a Nomad a lot, it was a member of the club who could go to any chapter and be welcomed as one of their own.. But saying with the SAMCRO chapter, Happy got to feel what it was like to have a home, and quite frankly, nothing beat that. Nomad was always there in the future if needed. Happy followed Chibs out, heading to his own bike. “I accept Prez. I will be your VP, and we fix this shit together” Happy said, smiling at the other, Happy would give even more than he already has, to make sure this chapter survives. Being the VP was a big responsibility, and Happy was prepared to meet it.
“I’m gonna get the best guys for this club, I promise. I’m going to put them through a tougher year before we patch them in, does that sound good to you?”
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“I know how you feel about rats, everyone in this club feels the same way. Next time one of our own is accused of it though we need to take a look at the evidence before making a call.” He wasn’t upset that it was his life on the line. He’d gotten past that a long time ago. “Now my kids don’t have a mom and knowing that it didn’t get brought to the table just means that certain people think they can get away with shit and say it’s for the good of the club. I have loyalty to this club just like anyone else. Hell my old man was one of the original 9. There’s no reason why Donna should be in her grave.” Opie’s hand was shaking as the rage came back up to the surface. He couldn’t lose his grip now. “Sorry..just still gets to me.”
Opie was lost. He’d buried himself into the club after Donna’s death. “You know how everyone around here likes to talk about how important family is? My kids haven’t even really seen me since the funeral.” Opie had suffered major depression after Donna and he still was reeling from it.
“Nah dude, i get it.. Don’t be sorry. Emotions and shit eat us all up. It don’t mean much, but I am sorry for what happened to your old lady, and all I can say is that we can hopefully learn from it. Family of club members should be off limits, so Donna should never have happened. Tig did a sloppy job, as if it were me? You’d be dead” Happy said, deciding it was probably best to switch the convo up. “We do preach that, along with brotherhood.. Maybe we’ve lost our way a bit, but it’s time to get back to that. Also, you let me know if there’s anything you need.. I might not have loads of money, but I’ll help you out. I’m also good with kids”
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Opie knew where Happy’s loyalty stood when it came to the club. The biker has had the same conversation with pretty much everyone so he of course was going to have it with him. “Donna was killed because Clay thought that I had turned rat. That ATF bitch made it look that way.” That had been a dark time for the club and luckily Opie had since proven with hard evidence that he hadn’t turned on them. “The only reason I found out about the truth behind Donna was because Tig couldn’t hold back the guilt of it anymore and he told me..”
When Happy told him that he would be the one to pull the trigger if asked to, he nods. “Only thing I ask, is if for some reason you do have to put a bullet in me, you make sure my kids aren’t around and you tell me man to man. I won’t run away from your gun.” Opie had been off since Donna’s death. He no longer had any reservations about meeting the Reaper, he just wasn’t going to take his own life either.
Happy listened, hearing Opie out. “Fair warning, if the ATF bitch made it look so, I’d have probably voted your death too, but only because I hate fucking rats. I guess we need to make sure we confirm shit before we act, but know Clay and Tig didn’t bring it to the table” Happy said as if that made things right. It did in his mind.
“I will give you that respect,” He nodded, something he could agree with. Opie deserved as much to be able to look his killer in the face.. Should it ever come to Happy being that guy? Opie would know its coming, and get to see it.”Ain’t no harm going to come to your kids, bro.. I’d kill anybody who tries to harm them, or let them see the shit no kid should see. You have my word on that, and you can trust me to always act in best interests of the club”
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Hearing Happy address him as the President of the club was a bittersweet feeling. Chibs knew all too well the heaviness that title held and the pride that the patch that displayed it should have. He wanted to be happy about it, but at the same time he was so damn tired of losing everyone around him. He takes a deep breath. “Good man. I will need you to stick around a bit at least until we can get some new members in here or some transfers.” Charming was the first Chapter, home of the original nine. If they fell apart then the whole concept of SAMCRO might as well go right along with it.
“Come on let’s grab a beer. Before we go killing anyone we have to go to the reading of the will.” Jax had written one up when his sons were born and now they needed to see where everything was going. “We need to look and see how we want to handle the bike shop.” That was the only legit business that they had and Chibs wanted to keep it going.
As Chibs walked over to the bar and pulled out two beers he rubbed his fingers over his beard. “There’s nobody to kill here.. Jax went out because he couldn’t face his demons anymore..For once there’s nobody to aim anger at..” Jax Teller had killed himself. At least he went out on his own terms.
“I am happy to become SAMCRO, if it helps keep the club and charter whole. I will do it” Happy said, hating the fact that there wasn’t a way for them to get even with this.. It was what he knew, and what he knew right now wasn’t going to help them mend. “I will stay SAMCRO and help you out brother, we got this,” He said as he followed his president towards the bar. They needed to fix their charter, and keep the SONS alive, or face the fall of it all. Without the mother chapter, would the rest follow suit and fall too? Happy wouldn’t let that happen.
Happy looked round to see if any non club members were about, as he didn’t much like talking club business around them. “I can put more hours in the shop, and we can find few more prospects? I’ll take on running the shop and prospects.. if you want? I don’t want to step on toes here, just help out my Prez. Also, we can get back into the porn business? Pussy sells and it’s legit”
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Tig shrugged his shoulders. “You know what fuck it. I’m into some weird shit.” Who knows he might actually enjoy himself, plush he didn’t want to go up to the hospital if he didn’t have to. After the last time of going up there and getting his ass jumped outside of the ER, he wasn’t too keen on it at the moment. Too many crows had ended up there as of late.
He leaned over the counter and took a swig of some whiskey. “Ready when you are.”
Happy couldn’t help but smile at the thought of being able to do this. He enjoyed being able to inflict any kind of torture, even if it wasn’t exactly meant to inflict pain, but rather help. “I got you, bro” he said, as he allowed the knife a little more time over the flame of the lighter, wanting it as hot as possible. “Don’t worry, if this doesn’t work I’ll cut it off” Hap’ said, and then without warning he pressed the now hot metal against the open bite marks on his friends ass. Holding the knife in place, as best he could.
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Jax wanted to kill everyone that had anything to do with Abel’s disappearance. “Thanks man. We’ll hopefully know more about this after this meeting happens. As much as I want revenge we need to be smart about this.” He knew that if he gave Happy even a look that suggested killing, the other would do it with no hesitation.
“Let’s go find out who the fuck has my son.” He grabbed his helmet and heads out to his bike.
Happy nodded, they did need to play smart.. That wasn’t really his area of expertise, as he was the gun them down kinda of payback. That wasn’t to say he was an idiot though, he just would go gun-ho instead “I’ll follow your lead, bro” Happy said as he followed Jax outside.
Happy grabbed his own helmet but moved over to Jax as he was putting it on. “You shouldn’t ride alone after the meet, I’m with you. Don’t have to be holding hands, but I ain’t gonna let them get at you again”
With that he headed to his Bike, waiting for Jax to go.
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"I can't believe the boy is gone." Chibs had been around for practically all of Jax's life and now he was dead just like everyone else. "What's our next move here?" By this point Chibs had taken over as VP of the club. He looked over towards Happy. "Are you planning on staying or are you going to remain a nomad?"
Happy couldn’t believe it had come down to this.. Even as the hard ass unapologetic assassin of the club, even he had a heart.. Sometimes.. Jax going out the way he did? didn’t feel right to the man, but there was nothing that could be done about it now. “I’m with you, Prez” Happy said, to chibs, making sure the man knew he was here and ready to help the mother charter heal from their losses. “As long as you want me”
“Who needs to die?” Happy asked, a genuine question, as this was the main way the man could get back at whomever needed to be got. It was his way of settling the score. Hurt the MC and Happy hurts you.
