Tig Trager's sister Jessie has been around the club as long as she can remember. She's always held her own with the men and croweaters alike until Happy walked into the clubhouse. Can she handle the killer, or can he handle her?
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"Who's on tow this morning?"
Gemma looked at the roster and sighed. "Looks like Hap and Tig."
Jessie rolled her eyes and cursed before grabbing her hoodie from the back of the chair. "I guess I'll take Juice then."
Gemma frowned. "Take Juice where?"
Jessie chuckled dryly as she opened the office door. "The Widow Peterson needs a tow. Tig and Happy scare the straight people. I'll take Juice."
Jessie heard Gemma laughing as she shut the door to the office and made her way to the garage. There wasn't a lot going on the lot of Teller-Morrow this morning, which was unusual. Jessie thought she might actually get away with an early day today if things stayed the way they were. She saw the guys all standing around shooting the shit as she walked over.
"Juice! We got a tow!"
Juice, Tig, and Chibs all turned to look at her as she pulled her hoodie on over her head. Juice nodded and started to walk her way, but Tig grabbed his arm. "Woah. Me and Hap are on tow this morning."
Jessie grinned at her brother and shook her head. "Yeah, but I'm taking this one. I want Juice."
Her spine stiffened as she heard a deep gravelly voice from right behind her. So close in fact that she could feel the person breathing on the back of her neck. "I'll take you."
Jessie rolled her eyes as Tig snickered. "I didn't ask for you, I asked for Juice." She pointed at Juice, who was looking a little nervous, as Chibs just chuckled and walked back into the garage. "Let's go, hot stuff."
Tig smacked Juice in the back of the head as he walked by him on the way to the tow truck. "Yeah, Juicy, mommy's waiting."
Once Jessie jumped into the passenger seat, she looked at Juice. "Let's go."
He grinned and pointed at the ignition. "We need the keys."
When it became apparent that Juice wasn't going after the keys, Jessie jumped back down out of the truck and started across the lot, mumbling to herself. As she neared the garage, she looked at her brother and Happy, who were standing there smirking. "Ok, which one of you dumbasses has the keys?"
Tig snickered as he pointed to Happy, who was standing there, feet spread apart and arms crossed across his chest like he owned the lot. Jessie sighed as he gave her a slow grin. Tig shook his head and snickered again. "Looks like you need to be nice to the man, sis."
Jessie held out a hand and looked up at the mountain in front of her. "Keys, please."
The smirk on Happy's face just got wider as he shook his head. "Nope. I'll take you."
"Juice is already in the truck." Jessie shook her head. "I don't have time for this. I'll just get the extra set of keys from the office." Before she could take two steps toward the office, Happy had her off her feet and over his shoulder as he strode toward the tow truck. Jessie pounded on his back, screaming as Tig laughed hysterically. "Put me down!!"
All she received for her efforts was a stinging smack on the ass as Happy motioned for Juice to get out of the truck. Once Juice was out of the way, Happy slung Jessie in through the driver's side, pushing her over so he could slide in. He pulled the keys out of his jeans pocket and started the truck, looking over to shake his head at a steaming Jessie.
"Next time, just do what you're told, little girl."
Jessie looked at him in shock for a moment before shaking her head. "I don't know why you think you are, but you are not the boss of me, Happy!"
All she received in answer to that was a wink and a slight smirk as he drove out of the lot.
Jessie passed the joint to Gemma as she took a sip of her beer. She sighed as she looked out over her backyard, watching the fireflies and thinking that this was a pretty good end to a weekday. Her day may have started out a mess, but it ended smoothly, which was what was important.
"So tell me again why you haven't fucked Happy through a mattress by now?"
Jessie looked over at her best friend and sighed as she shook her head. "Gem, the list of reasons is very, very long."
Gemma snorted, making Jessie grin. "Yeah, I know the usual bullshit reasons you give every time I ask you, but I want the real one."
Jessie groaned as she let her head fall back against the lounge chair she was currently sitting in on her patio. "Fuck, Gem. I got a nice buzz going, a cold beer in my hand, and not one man in sight. Why are you trying to bring my shit down?"
Gemma just laughed. "Because that's what I'm good at, darlin."
Jessie stared out into the darkness for a few minutes before sighing. "If you really want to know why, I'll tell you, and then maybe we can stop having this conversation every other fucking day. These guys... they don't want mature women, they want that young pussy. You know the ones. Not quite jailbait, but you can still smell high school on them. I'm around the same age as Happy. I'm too old for him, plain and simple."
They were both quiet for a little while, each in their own thoughts, until Gemma finally broke the silence. "I don't think you're giving him enough credit. Hap isn't like the other guys. Maybe he's more mature."
Jessie shrugged. "Maybe so, but it doesn't matter. I'm not old lady material, pure and simple."
