The Anarchy Princess

21. Matches

EZ
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I sat across from him as he tore into a plate of pancakes, while I sat here, impatiently sipping my coffee. "What are we even-" I started to ask. "Shut up." He replied quickly. "Sure." I said, as I eyed the gun that he had placed so casually onto the booth. I sighed as he kept eating pancakes like it was the best fucking meal on earth. "Look if you can just-" I interjected. "Shut? Up?" He asked, while he eyed me fiercely. He kept eating the damn pancakes. "You know what? I don't get how you can just fucking sit here all cheery and shit." I ranted. He banged his fist on the table as he stared back at me. "You done?" He asked, with attitude. "I just want to eat in fucking peace while I can." He stated. "Yeah. Alright. Fine." I sighed back at him. Tough dickhead. "Hey boys, how's everything going?" A waitress walked up. "Good, uh so, can we get the check please?" I smiled at her, "oh, but uh, before you do that, can I order a meal, cheeseburger, extra bacon. -and how old's your pie?" He asked. I groaned. They had both turned to me promptly. "What." I asked defensively. He shook his head as he frowned slightly. Dick. "Sure thing hun." The woman replied as she walked off, after also glancing down at the gun, then at me. I glared at him. "Can you put the damn pistol away now? You're scaring patrons." I hissed. He only breathed out a laugh. "You said you wanted to talk. Do so." I said. "Yeah, we will. When I finish my burger, and my slice of pie." He said. My mentality wasn't cut for any more.

Happy
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I had gotten a small word from Chibs, not much but it was a name. I went to the only place I knew who could help. I parked my car in front of the lot, I got out and I walked up to his door. I had knocked on it like a mad man. Despite his protests, he finally decided to open the door. He was surprised.
-Post-
I knocked loudly onto his front door. Checking my watch it was half past 3. "Jesus. OK. OK!" He yelled as he flung it open. He was pretty shocked to see me, that was for certain. "Happy?" He questioned. "What- what the fuck?!" He hissed at me. "Hey. It's been a while." I stated. He threw open the door for me to come inside. We sat on the couch. "Ok, seriously. What the fuck man?" He asked again. "Shit, I'm sorry, it's late. I should've called." I sighed. "It's just, my girl. My kid. July, she's been missing for about 24 hours now and you're- well, you're the only person I know that lives for this shit." I took a deep breath. "I-I can't just dive into it. Do you even have any information?" He asked. "Kinda." I replied. "A name." "A-A what?" He asked in shock. "I'll need more than just a name Hap, and even if I did have more.. do I- do I wanna know where you got this info from?" He asked. "No." I said. "Jesus, man." He scoffed, before he laughed in disbelief. "Juice? Please?" I asked. He could see the raw emotion. "Fine." He sighed. "But, listen. It's not gonna be at all guaranteed. So no killing spree's. We clear?" He asked. "Crystal." I smiled. "So what brings you down here?" He asked me. "You. I wanted to check in. See how that tube down your throat is holding up since the stabbing." I said. "Yeah, it's all rainbows and shit." He breathed. "Good thing I got a heads up from someone anonymous, huh?" He asked. "Yeah, a real good thing." I replied. "Jesus Hap, I sound worse than you. And I've never smoked a day in my life!" He said. "Yeah. You really gotta quit those cigarettes man, they're killer." We laughed. "If you do need anything, don't hesitate to call." I said, he nodded. "Thanks for having my back, if I didn't get to that guy's eye first.." he trailed off. "Hey. You did." I said as I grasped his shoulder. "That's what's important, yeah?" I said, "you gotta kill, or be killed." "I don't know how fucking great it truly is though, I gotta live by a tube." He said. "Fed through a damn funnel." He laughed slightly. "Ok, that may be, but you're still fucking alive." I replied. "Don't take it for granted." He nodded and smiled at me. "Yeah. You're right. I can't hold in the bad. I had to have extensive surgery, for the metal straw to be put in my throat. Then on top of that, had to re-learn my muscle memory. How to breathe, to talk and shit." He sighed. "Sorry." I replied. We had embraced once more.

Unknown
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"Is this even a good idea?" I asked worriedly. "Of course it is." They said. "My ass is already wearing thin with the club, if they find out I was behind this shit too.." I said. "You're having second thoughts?" They asked. "If you are? I need you out. Gone. Now." They stated. "Jax teller, Chibs, and Happy? They all need to pay." Their concealed voice had replied through the phone. "What if they figure it out? That we set up the kidnapping? And then blamed the president of the fucking Son's of Anarchy on Teller's disappearance?" I spat. "Well." They laughed. "Simple. Then you're dead." They stated. My blood ran cold. "It's not just me that's behind it all." I muttered angrily. All I got was silence in reply. Three beeps had signaled that they ended the call. "Fuck." I breathed. "Somethin' up, brother?" A voice behind me asked. "No. Uh, no Happy. Everything's just peachy." I sighed. "Right." He nodded. "It's just- my grand mom is dying, and I can't fly out of state to visit her." I said. "Family drama with me and my parents." I said. "Mh." He hummed. "Alright." He said as he walked away. I finally took a breath I didn't know I'd been holding in. "Shit." I hissed as I tried to calm my quiet, shaky breaths.