Sic'em Killa

Welcome to the party Killa

Taya:

The gavel banged and ended church and we all strolled out. In the bar area of the club house, the party was in full swing, booze, bitches, smoke. The usual. "Taya." My stepfather called out. "Yeah Clay, what's up?" I asked. "Got a brother coming in from Tacoma tonight. Nomad. Scary dude. Please don't scare this one off. We'd like to talk to him about patching over." He said with a chuckle. "How scary?" I grinned. "It's Happy Lowman, I'm sure you've heard of him." Clay grinned and walked off. I purred to myself. Happy Lowman. The Tacoma Killa. Oh I'd heard of him alright. Never had the honor of meeting him in person though. Before I could even finish my thought, the door opened and in he walked. All 6'3" of tattooed man. Damn, and what a man he was. We locked eyes almost immediately, and I walked straight up to him. Before I could introduce myself, a croweater had already popped up. "That's Taya, the SAMCRO princess." She giggled. I growled. "Don't call me a fuckin princess." God, I hated that name. "But why?" She giggled again. Happy cut her a dark glare that made me go all warm and soft. "Because she's a fucking queen." He rumbled. That voice. It was deep and gravely, and promised dark pleasures beyond my wildest dreams. Fuck. The croweater scrambled away, and I giggled. Standing in front of Happy, I was aware of my size. 5'2" and 130lbs soaking wet. I looked tiny. "Your reputation precedes you, queen." Happy smirked. "I could say the same for you, Killa. Drink?" I nodded my head to the bar. Happy smirked and nodded, following me across the clubhouse. The brothers spotted Happy and called him over, but he ignored them. Not even glancing their way, keeping those dark eyes trained solely on me. Tig came over then. "Happy, brother! Good to see you man! Come catch up with us." He nodded to the table the boys had occupied. Happy spared Tig a quick glance. "No. Later." He said simply, and returned his attention to me. Tig blinked. "Ok then." He walked off and threw his hands up. Happy reached out and tugged my stool closer to his, and I blushed girlishly. "I've got mad respect for you, woman. You earned a patch. I can dig that." Happy said, leaning in so that I was practically surrounded by him. Anyone else, I would've shot. But him, I didn't mind. I was enjoying the hell out of it.

Tig:

"You see that? That's terrifying!" I pointed at Taya and Happy, all wrapped up in each other. The two most notorious patches of the Sons. Both known to leave a trail of bodies. Chibs cracked up. "Settle down Tiggy, they're just talking. Although, the lass does look smitten." "I don't know man, I kinda agree with Tig. Happy is smiling. Like... smiling! Since when does the Tacoma Killa smile?" Juice asked and shrugged. "Exactly brother!" I pointed at him. "Relax guys, they're just talking. Besides, you ever known either of them to get too close to someone?" Clay shrugged. He had a point. Taya wouldn't let a man near her, and Happy was usually ball deep in a different croweater every night. Sometimes two. It would be fine. Totally fine. God help us if those two ever hooked up though. Real life Harley Quinn and Joker shit.