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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Jessie poked her head out of the office door into the garage, looking down at the paper in her hand. "Hey, who's got the '58 Ford Fairlane?"
Chibs lifted his head from under the hood of a Mazda to grin over at her. "Hap's got that one."
Jessie sighed. "And he would be where? The owner is on the phone."
Chibs chuckled and motioned toward the clubhouse with his head. "He's still in his dorm. Had a late night last night. Tell him you'll call him back."
With a growl, Jessie slammed the door to the office and told the man on the phone that she would call him back ASAP with the info on his car. Once she got Half-Sack to watch the phones, she made a beeline for the clubhouse. She walked into the dim interior, wrinkling her nose at the smell of stale smoke, booze and old pussy. She shook her head at the half-dressed women still passed out in various spots around the room. She spotted Piney sitting at the bar with a bottle of Patron in front of him.
"Jesus, old man, it's not even ten a.m. yet! Why don't you put down the shot glass and air this place out?"
Piney turned and winked at her as he chuckled and held up a shot in salute. "Why don't you bite me, young lady? Why you in here anyway? You usually stay in the office."
"Looking for Happy."
Piney nodded toward the hallway leading to the dorms. "Haven't seen him yet. Probably still in bed."
Jessie muttered under her breath before giving him a nod. As she made her way down the dimly lit hallway, she really hoped he wasn't naked, and she also really really hoped he didn't have a croweater with him. That would just make her morning complete. She hit paydirt with the first door she tried. As she let it swing open quietly, she breathed a sigh of relief when she only saw Happy. She cleared her throat, hoping to wake him, but he remained asleep, snoring softly.
She tilted her head as she leaned against the doorframe, silently checking him out. She'd always thought he was handsome in a sharp, sinister kind of way, but now, with sleep softening his hard edges a little, he looked even better. She sighed as she thought of just how long she had been in lust for this man. Jessie grinned to herself as she shook her head. Too long.
Ever since he started running down their way with the Tacoma charter, and now, with him being Nomad to be closer to his mother, she saw him a lot. He worked at TM, helped the boys with whatever they needed from him, ran up and down the coast. She knew what he did for the club, she wasn't stupid. She'd heard enough conversations to know that he was the enforcer, The Killa, as Tig called him.
She shook her head as she stepped out of the doorway and closer to the bed. She stuck out a foot and kicked the mattress, shaking the bed. All she got was a grunt, so she did it again, harder. She couldn't stop the grin that appeared as she heard him speak in the deep, gravelly voice.
"Do it again, little girl, and see what happens."
"Oh good, you're awake." She ignored his snort and tried not to stare as he rolled over on the bed and revealed his heavily tattooed torso. She really hoped that she wasn't drooling as she stared at the point where his vee line disappeared into his boxers. "Mr. Harper would like an update on his Ford."
Happy suddenly sat up on the side of the bed and stared at her for a moment before cracking the smallest grin. "His Ford is a piece of shit and needs to be retired."
Jessie grinned and shook her head as he stood up and walked over to the dresser close to where she was standing. "Well, I can't quote you, unfortunately."
Happy nodded and turned to walk into the bathroom. "I'll get you a report as soon as I make it to the garage, ok?" He was smirking when he turned to look at her. "Unless you're gonna wash my back, I'll see you outside, little girl."
Jessie cleared her throat and turned to walk out the way she had come. "That will be fine."
Jessie looked up in surprise when she heard the office door open and then slam shut, to find Happy standing there not looking very... happy. He slapped a piece of paper down in front of her and she saw that it was the report she had been waiting for. She looked back up with a smile on her face only to be met with a scowl. "You seem to be in a bad mood. Something happen?"
Happy nodded as he continued to stand on the other side of her desk, leaning on it with both hands so that he was towering over Jessie. "Yeah, I have some things on my mind."
Jessie nodded and grinned. "Well, I've been told that I'm easy to talk to, so shoot. Get it off your chest. If nothing else, you might feel better sharing it with someone else."
Happy nodded before staring down at her desk in thought. Finally, he lifted his head and looked into her eyes, making her heart skip a beat. "There's this girl I like. I've wanted her for a while now, but I don't know what to do about it, and now, she's making things difficult."
Jessie swallowed hard as she felt her stomach clench. Ok, so maybe she hadn't been expecting that. She did a mental eye roll as she silently congratulated whatever croweater that had managed to get his attention. While she was kind of pissed that she was never the center of his attention, she couldn't blame him for wanting someone. She understood that quite well.
