daydreamer // soa fanfic

27. Til Death Do Us Part

01x09; Hell Followed

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Brea watched as her dad stared at his smiley face tattoo collection in the mirror. She frowned, knowing he was planning to kill someone today. She wished things weren't like this. That they could live a normal life. If only her mom was still around, she made everything better. Maybe Brea only recognized that because she was gone, or maybe it was true. In Brea's eyes, she kept the peace between everyone, especially Happy. As crazy as Happy is, she kept him stable in many ways.

When she passed, he started to become their go-to man to kill people.

At times, Brea felt forgotten by Happy. As if Stella died yesterday, and he was still coping with it.

The club would be the rest of her life, and she inevitably knew that. Along with Happy being part of it until death.

"Til Death Do Us Part", was in Stella and Happy's vows. When Stella passed away, he reused the vow for the club. Day by day, his loyalty to the club grows. Which scares Brea the most. She was jealous of Rose, and how she naturally embraced the life the club brings. Brea could never look at it as normal, as much as she acted like it was.

"Who are they?" Brea asked, as Happy turned around to face her.

"Some Mayan. It'll be done by the end of the day." Happy mumbled as he stared at himself in the mirror.

"Do you know his name?" Brea widened her eyes, awkwardly coughing.

"He's the presidents son. That's all I know, babe." He shrugged before walking out of the bathroom. "You don't know him, right?"

"No. Thought I did for a second." Brea nodded and grinned softly, lying. Happy just grinned and nodded as he walked past her.

"You comin' to the clubhouse?" Happy asked as he put on his sunglasses and a SAMCRO sweatshirt.

"Yes." Brea said quickly, needing to talk to Rose about this. Or if she even should.

Attempting to distract Rose for the day was her task. Happy frowned at Brea's sudden reaction to going to the clubhouse, but he brushed it off. He didn't need to worry about that today out of all days.

Brea thought about the distraction. And her idea might have been bad, but it was something she knew Rose wanted anyways. So in her eyes, it was harmless.

Brea grinned, but her smile dropped as she saw Gemma in the office, not Rose.

Brea got off of Happy's bike, before heading towards the office.

"Do you know where Rose is?" Brea poked her head into the room.

"Work." Gemma sighed, as she closed up the paperwork.

"Work?" Brea frowned, she didn't know Rose had a job. Rose always talked about how drill team was too busy for a job.

"She teaches girls at that studio down the road, since she's on probation right now." Gemma chuckled as she stood up from the desk. "Could you do me a favor—"

"Probation?!" Brea widened her eyes.

"She didn't tell you?" Gemma frowned.

"No?..." Brea looked around the room confused.

"She punched a Mayan bitch on campus. Word got around. She'll be doing competition with them in two weeks, though." Gemma explained as she put her hands on her hips. "Anyways, could you finish up some of this for me? I gotta go check on that irish guy that got shot in the ass."

"Yeah, sure." Brea nodded, trying to take in what Gemma said. "Do you know when she'll be back?"

"I'm not sure, you'd have to call her yourself, darlin'." Gemma sighed before stepping towards Brea. "What are you so stressed about?"

"I'm not stressed?" Brea lied. Gemma glared and crossed her arms.

"Mhm. Rose better not be in deep shit later, got it?" Gemma warned. "Thank you for doing the paperwork for me, I'll be back later." Gemma grinned and walked out of the office.

Brea faked a smile until she watched Gemma pull out of the T.M. Once Brea saw she was gone, she shut the door immediately, and sat in a chair, trying to calm down. Her heart was beating so fast, she couldn't focus. As much as Brea would want to help Gemma out, today was not going to be that day.

Brea stood up and paced around the office, thinking about if she should even tell Rose. I mean, they aren't together anymore right? Or are they? Brea didn't even know Rose was put on probation by her drill team. Their break resulted in Brea having to get caught up the hard way.

For all she knew, Rose was probably still seeing Esai. Brea looked out the window as she heard a motorcycle engine. It was Happy, getting ready to go do his job. Brea's heart ached, as she ran out to the prospect. She grabbed his shoulder, turning him around to face her.

"Brea? What—"

"I need you to help me follow me dad." Brea panted.

"What? I know what he's doing and you shouldn't—"

"Just take me, please!" Brea growled as she grabbed his kutte pulling him closer to her.

"Fine, fine." Half-Sack threw his hands up in defense as they walked over to his motorcycle.

"Go to where my dad is, but park far." Brea ordered. Half-Sack didn't answer, but simply nodded as they drove off.

Chibs and Tig looked at each other with furrowed brows and shook their heads.

They could never keep up with Brea and Rose.

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Half-Sack parked a block away and planned to just wait there with Brea, but Brea had other plans.

"I have to go stop him," Brea winced as she kicked his fake pride, causing him to kneel in pain as she ran to where her dad was. It was far, but she kept running.

This was for Rose. Brea knew she loved him, even though plenty of things have gone down. Love is love. And if Brea could help it, she would try her best to keep Esai alive.

Brea stopped in her tracks and widened her eyes as she watched Happy plunge an ice pick into Esai's neck.

"No!—" Half Sack came up behind Brea and covered her mouth, before pulling her behind a building.

"What are you, crazy?" Half-Sack panted.

"A little." Brea groaned, before facepalming herself. "He's gone."

"You knew him." Kip widened his eyes.

"Kinda." Brea winced before dialing Rose's number.

"Hey, I'm kinda busy right now Brea—"

"Listen Rose, I tried my best to stop him but I was too late, and I'm sorry—"

"Brea, whoa. Calm down, what are you talking about?" Rose frowned, looking around the room.