Harley Delaney

Prospects

Tara pulled up to Teller-Morrow, she was gonna help patch up some of the wounds from the fight.

She smiled at me, when she walked in. But continued down the hall with Jax. As he guided her to Opie, Juice and Happy.

"So, how the h*ll did that happen?" Half Sack asked with a chuckled as he slid his hands in his pockets. I breathed a laugh, and explained it to him.

He shook his head. "Oh sh*t. If you thought dealing with them was tough before, wait until they give you some b*tch work. Being a prospect sucks."

I chuckled . "Only gets worse Half Sack. Always does."

I felt two arms wrap around me out of nowhere.

"You're Otto's kid! I'm Chucky!" He smiled. I politely took his arms off of me. I'm not much of a hugger.

I'd heard of Chucky before, my dad cared a lot about him. Protected him on the inside. I remember he had a nervous tick. A pretty odd one.

"Yeah, you're the masturbating dude." I chuckled. He shook his head. "Not anymore. I don't have any hands." He smiled.

A weird thing to smile about that's for sure. I chuckled and patted his shoulder.

"My dad talked a lot about you. So, if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

He nodded. "Ditto!"

"Prospects! Get ya arses in 'ere. Clean dis blood of da floor." Chibs yelled.

Half Sack rolled his eyes, and chuckled as he looked at me.

"Duty calls Harley."