SAMCRO's Secret

An Old Friend

Happy reached across the bed, his eyes still closed and heavy with sleep, his fingers raked across the empty sheets and his eyes shot open. Where is she? Is she okay? He looked around the room, Tyler was no where to be seen. He waited for a moment, listening, for anything. His acutely tuned ears were set into action, and he heard it. The soft foot falls of Tyler's favorite shoes, the grey ones. The jingle of her keys in the lock, and the wind made by the door as she opened it too quickly.

The small clang as she set the keys down on the glass table near the door. The rustling of a paper bag in her hand, and the one creaky floorboard between the living room and the kitchen. He found himself not bothering to get dressed as he made his way toward her. "Hey, you're up." she said giving him a soft smile. "Where'd ya go?" he asked as he pressed his lips to her forehead.

"Picked up some breakfast." she shrugged. As Happy opened the bag he noticed a weird red stain on it, he looked in it and groaned. "Babe, wrong bag." he said and she rushed over. "Oopsies! You didn't see that!" she said, pecking his lips and folding up the top of the bag. "I'll be back later!" she called then she rushed out, with the bag. Happy sighed, he didn't know how she could've gotten the two bags switched up. The one she brought home was filled with freshly pulled, bloody teeth, not breakfast.

He leaned against the counter, anger filling him as he thought. He remembered going to bed with her last night, she had to have waited for him to go to sleep then she left and did whatever it was that she was doing. She hadn't bothered to tell him, she was keeping it from him. She could've gotten herself killed, or kidnapped. He grumbled obscenities about her as he made his way to the shower. He locked up the house before leaving to TM to work in the garage. As he walked towards the lockers to grab his shirt he sent her a text. You're in trouble, little girl. he sent it with a sigh.

Busy, talk later? He got the reply almost instantly, it didn't stop him from worrying. Be careful. He sent back and pulled on the shirt and placed his kutte in the locker. Yes, sir ;) she sent back, "Obviously not that busy." Happy muttered to himself.

Tyler groaned as she pulled into the lot at TM. She was sore, more so than she was willing to admit. She'd had an intense day, but she stayed reachable, mostly. Just in case the club needed her. She pulled her kutte from her saddle bag and pulled it on before walking towards the clubhouse. "Hey." she greeted the Prospect. "You're late for church." he said pointing at the chapel and she grimaced. She slowly opened the door and stuck her head in, Happy glared harshly at her.

"Glad you could finally decide to join us." Clay growled. "I got a good reason why I'm late, bet you'll like it." she said as she sat down. "Don't make up some bullshit excuses." Happy snapped. Tyler rolled her eyes at him, "They aren't excuses and they aren't bullshit. They're half a dozen AKs and two dozen KG9s." Tyler said with a smirk, piquing the interest of everyone at the table. "Let's hear it." Chibs sighed. "Well, with my other work, once the job is completed. Any, valuables that are with the job are mine to take. And I figured SAMCRO could make a little money." Tyler shrugged.

"Where are they?" Clay asked. "Safe." She replied nonchalantly. Tyler couldn't quite put her finger on it, but her trust in Clay wasn't exactly all there. "How safe?" Jax asked. "I've got 'em locked up tight in Stockton." she said and they nodded. Tyler glanced at Happy, he's pissed. "Well that'll solve one problem, but we've still got ATF up our asses." Clay said and she shook her head. "Nah, I took care of that. They'll back off, just stay under the radar for a couple months and we'll be in the clear." Tyler said and Clay leaned back in his chair. "How'd you manage that?" he asked and she smirked. "Both of my bosses each have half the population on their pay roll. Combine those two halves cause I'm working for both, and you've got everyone backing me. Which means they're backing SAMCRO." Tyler said proudly and Tig clapped her on the back. "You're doing good, kid!" he said just as proudly.