Sic'em Killa

Right where I need to be

Happy:

Taya Teller. Fuck. I'd heard stories about that girl for years. Only fully patched female in the history of the Sons. I could respect that. Soon as I walked into the clubhouse I was drawn to her. Some serious animalistic shit man. I wanted to fuck her. Own her. Claim her. I was ready to give her my crow at first sight. This girl had a body count almost as high as mine, and she was fuckin bangin. Tight ass leather pants, boots, a grey v-neck tshirt, and her cut. As she sipped her beer, I took the time to really look her over. Fuckin tiny little girl. 5'1"-5'2", maybe a buck thirty. Tight and compact little curves I'd kill to get my hands on. Wild curly hair and a lot of it. But those eyes.. I could read her eyes just as easily as I could read the label on my beer or the patches on her cut. Speaking of her cut, one of the patches, Unholy Ones, caught my eye. I only knew one other person the Sons had issued that particular patch to... Me. I grinned. Little girl really was as dark as I was on the inside. "I guess I should quit hogging all your attention, the boys got a real hard on for you it seems. They're itching to catch up." Taya sighed and ducked her head. "Eyes, girl." I rumbled. Taya brought her gaze back to mine. "I'm where I need to be. They can fuckin wait." The smile I got was so bright it made my chest hurt. Tugging her barstool even closer, I smirked and we continued our conversation. I'm not a man of many worlds, but with her, I could talk to her for hours.

Clay:
Happy and Taya finally decided to grace us with their presence, and I watched them closely. I'd never seen my step daughter so... docile. When Happy tossed his empty beer into the trash can, Taya stood up and went to get him a fresh one. She handed it to him with a small smile. Happy tugged her to sit on the arm of the chair he was in, and she did, cuddling in a bit closer. I've never once, in all her 26 years, seen my daughter cuddle. Happy patted her hip affectionately. "What was that?" A visiting member from Phoenix asked her. He had a smart mouth, and I had a feeling this was gonna head south. "What?" She glared. "My beer's empty too." He shook his bottle at her. "So go fuckin get another one." She told him with a blank face. He huffed. "Why don't you bring me one, like you did for Happy?" He asked her. Shit. I caught Hap's eye and nodded at Taya in warning. He tightened his hold on her hip and sat up straighter in case shit blew up. Which it would. "Because I'm not your errand bitch. Get your own fuckin beer. You've got two working legs. Or call one of the croweaters or prospects to do it. Not my fuckin problem." She snarled. "Ah shit.. here we go.." Tig cringed. "You know, you got a real big mouth." He started but Taya cut him off. "And I bet you got a real small dick. What's your point, Arizona?" She growled and stood up. So did our visiting brother. Taya went to step forward, but she shocked the shit out of me. "Little girl..." Happy rumbled calmly. Taya bared her teeth at him one more time before taking her place back at Happy's side. I want the only one with my mouth hanging open. No one, NO ONE, had ever been able to calm Taya down. Not even Gemma. Yet Happy fucking Lowman, rumbles two simple words, and she settles. Just like that. She sits and calms down. Unfuckingbelievable. "Mother of Christ, did anyone else see that?" Chibs mumbled. "Yeah... like I said.. terrifying." Tigs answered.