What happens to the Tacoma Killah when she pulls into the garage needing a flat changed?
Can a billionaire trust fund kid and a psychotic killer build a life for themselves even though they come from two vastly different worlds?
Isabella headed to work like she normally did each day. Half-way there, her car began smoking so she pulled to the side of the road. She called for On-Star who told her the nearest shop was the Teller-Morrow Automotive Repair. She called for a tow and stood by her car with her purse. Happy offered to take it before taking the tow truck keys. Chibs raised his eyebrow at the Killah since Happy never volunteered for anything unless it had to do with extracting information out of someone. A few minutes later, he pulled up in front of the broken down BMW and took a few breaths. She smoothed out her skirt and waited for the tow truck driver. He stopped and stared when he saw her.
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"Oh, good morning, Happy." She sweetly smiled at him.
"Good morning, Isabella. What seems to be the trouble?" He asked as he slowly moved closer to her.
"Well, it started sputtering and then smoke started billowing out of it." She tried to explain.
"I see. Well, let's get it towed to the garage and I'll personally look at it for you." He told her.
"You will? (He nodded his head) Thank you!" Her smile widened making his heart beat faster as he looked at her.
She stood at the side of the road and watched him hook up her car to the tow truck. She carefully climbed inside the cab, making sure her skirt was smoothed down and looked good, and put her seatbelt on. He drove them back to the lot. Chibs was going to get on the car but Happy said he'd do it. Chibs, once again, raised his eyebrow at the Killah. Isabella walked into the office to get her paperwork started as Happy had instructed her to do. Gemma was surprised to see the young woman again but nodded when she heard about her car troubles. Happy was as ecstatic as the man could be that his plan had actually worked. Or so it seemed. Once her paperwork was done, she walked outside to call her father to let him know about her car troubles.
"Hello pumpkin. What's wrong?" Her father asked.
"I'm having some car troubles. I'm at Teller-Morrow and they're looking at my car now. I'm not sure what's wrong with it or how long it'll be before I'm in the office today." She explained.
"Ok, sweetie. Keep me in the loop." Her father stated.
"I will, father. See you soon, hopefully." She stated before they hung up.
"Hi there, Doll. I'm Tig. What's your name?" A tall, curly headed man with striking blue eyes asked as he walked over to her.
"Isabella. It's nice to meet you, Tig." She smiled sweetly at him.
"Get back to work, Tigger, and leave our customers alone!" Gemma practically rolled her eyes making Tig wink at Isabella, "I'm sorry about him. He thinks it's ok to hit on anything with tits."
"Oh, it's ok. I don't offend easily." Isabella chuckled.
Chibs' laughter made Happy look over at the medic.
"Gemma shooed away Tigger from 'ittin' on the cute little lass that's been comin' 'round." Chibs stated making Happy growl.
"Have you guys seen that hot little thing today? Polka dots look amazing on her." Tig smirked, unaware of the death glare he was receiving from Happy.
"Hey Tig? There's a repo that Gemma wants you and Juice to handle." Jax walked up to the trio making Tig grunt something about working with Juice.
Happy finally found the problem and smirked. It was as he figured. He'd busted her radiator the previous night. He took out the busted piece and set it aside unaware that she was walking towards their clubhouse. Chibs wasn't busy so he walked over to see what she needed. He introduced himself and asked her name. Having introduced themselves, he explained they were the local motorcycle club SAMCRO, or Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club Redwood Original, and that was their clubhouse. She nodded as she looked around having never been in a biker's clubhouse before. He offered her a drink but she politely declined making him smile. 'The lass is so polite and courteous. So out of place for this joint!' he mused as she just wandered around taking things in.
She stopped in front of the wall that had their mug shots on it. Seeing Happy's face made her all the more curious about him. What had he gone to jail for? How long was he there? Chibs just studied her face as she looked at their mugshots. She wasn't disgusted with them, it appeared she was more curious than anything which made him curious about her. Happy went to tell her about her car but found her missing. Gemma didn't know where she'd wandered off to. Jax nodded towards the clubhouse making him freak out internally about why she'd be in there and who might be talking to her.
When he entered, he found her still staring at their mugshots and his heart sank to the floor. Seeing his face up there would surely nix whatever hopes he had of seeing her again. Chibs finally guided her away from the wall. When she turned around, her eyes immediately met Happy's. She smiled sweetly at him and just stared. He remained quiet making Chibs look between the pair. 'Does Happy have the hots for the lass?' he thought as he watched Happy go completely silent as he just stared at the young woman next to him.
"Have you found anything out on my car?" She asked, voice calm and soft.
"Oh. Uh, it's a busted radiator." He explained, voice deep and gravelly, "We don't have any in that'll fit yours so I'll have to order it."
"I see. Well thank you for letting me know." She smiled at him again making the Killah smile back, "I should call my father for a ride to the office."
"I'll let you know when your car is fixed so you can come pick it up." Happy told her.
"That would be great. Thanks." She told the assassin as she grabbed her phone out of her purse.
Happy watched her leave their clubhouse to make her phone call. Chibs watched Happy watching Isabella. The Tacoma Killah sighed as he stared, looking her up and down every so often, wondering what her lips would feel like against his. Happy never called customers about their cars being ready. He volunteered to take the tow knowing it was Isabella who needed help. Happy insisted on being the one to work on her car. Chibs was sure the Killah was more than infatuated by the young woman and figured that was messing with his brother's head. None of the Sons ever had to chase tail. The crow eaters flocked to them. This woman was different. At least for Happy.
After ending her call, she looked back to find Happy standing in the clubhouse staring at her. She winked again then turned and walked towards the shop office to sit on the picnic table and await her ride. She was late to work as it was and knew she had calls to make and meetings to get to. Happy's jaw stood askew once more at how brazen she was with winking at him. Did that mean she liked him? Was she just teasing him? Sitting at the picnic table, she politely crossed her ankles with her purse in her lap like a little lady. She was too good for him and he knew it. Despite that knowledge, he still couldn't stay away from her.
