White Lies

Chapter 11

"Where's he at?"

When Tig and Happy arrived at Parker's he was gone so their first move was contacting Rat who was meant to be following him.

"Three miles south of Wahewa." He took the right, a moment or two after Parker, and realized where they were heading. "He's out man, you better hurry the fuck up." Rat stepped hard on the gas and the ban lurched forward as Parker drive faster and faster.

"Shit." Tig hissed as they jumped on their bikes. "Stay on the phone, prospect. I want to know every fucking move or Happy is gonna go native on your ass."

The Sons followed Rat's precise directions, smiling as they came up behind the van, and both relaxed as they spotted Parker's car. Happy turned the throttle and, thankful for the darkness, pulled his gun as he came along side Parker. Shooting out one tire Happy swerved as Parker lost control. His beloved truck struck the wall, the metal and paint grinding against the median, until he skidded to a stop.

"Happy," he climbed over the console and looked out the passenger window. "Come on, it's not that serious."

"What you did to my girl is that serious." He grunted and motioned to the van with his gun. "You're coming with us."

"You're really gonna kill me?" He asked with a quivering voice. "It was a kiss."

"In the van. Now."

--

Happy, Tig and Rat ended up in Macon Woods, more notably known as Chigger Woods, with a still breathing Parker.

"This is where we bury bodies." Happy rolled his toothpick over his lips. "Shit, how many we got up here, Tig?"

"Twenty?" He shrugged. "Parker knows this already. You have a few here yourself don't you, pretty boy?"

"Three. North end." Parker swore they were going to kill him and that was exactly why they chose that area.

With no lead up or warning, Happy slammed the butt of his gun into Parker's nose. The man stumbled back, his hands covering his face, and was instantly covered in blood.

"If you ever," Happy spoke slowly between punches alternating face and body. "Come around my girls again. I'll fucking kill you." More of the same, strong forceful blows, as Tig cheered him on. "If you come around my club, I'll kill you. I want you gone." He punctuated the last instruction with a heavy boot to Parker's gut. "Out of California."

"Okay." He sputtered, spitting blood and teeth at Happy's feet. "I'll leave. I swear."

"You're not gonna kill him?" Rat asked incredulously.

"Rory said not to." Happy spoke very matter-of-factly. "Besides Parker has more trouble to his name than us, he won't rat. Right?"

"Never. I'm not a rat. I swear."

Happy grinned as Tig kicked Parker in the ass sending him toward the clearing. "Now walk back." Happy said with a smile.

"Walk?"

"Walk and I don't see your face again."

--

When Happy arrived home, fully expecting a barrage of insults and much worse, he found Rory on the couch with a beer. She was calm, too calm, and he moved carefully into the living room.

"Thought I asked you to stay at the clubhouse?"

"My house." He spat back.

Rory laughed and shook her head as she clambered to her feet. "You would say that shit."

"I'm sorry I was a dick."

Knowing it was actually physically painful for him to say that Rory relaxed a little and even smiled. "What's going on, Hap?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know?" Her shoulders slumped with disappointment. "Is it because we're married? Is it boring?"

Happy shook his head, unable to verbalize what he was feeling, and kissed her hoping to get the point across. "You're not boring, we ain't boring, I got freaked out."

"Me too," she laughed. "We were the same but I was so scared we would change that we did."

With a gruff chuckle Happy nodded and pulled her close to him. "Yeah. The baby shit got in my head too."

"The lack of baby shit." She corrected him.

"Fuck, Ror," Happy stepped back and looked at her. Never one to have an attack of conscience, when it hit him, Happy didn't know what to do other than blurt it out. "Look," he got nothing else out before she kissed him.

"Stop. It's done. Just don't be a dick again. What did you do with Parker?"

"Kicked his ass, left him stranded and told him to get the fuck out of California."

"My man," Rory grinned. "Take me to bed." Her pout destroyed his intentions of coming clean.

"I'm bloody and sweaty." And he had had sex with Jenna just hours before. Years ago Happy wouldn't care but this was Rory and it felt wrong. "I need a shower."

"Fine but I'm starting without you so be quick."

Happy watched as she skipped up the stairs and suddenly he felt scared, an emotion that always meant trouble. If Jenna got loud or if his infidelity ever got out Rory would murder him and he knew that was not an exaggeration.

Grabbing his phone from his cut on his way up the steps Happy sent Tig a quick text. "You need to keep Jenna from opening her whore mouth."

"Don't worry about it, brother. I got this."