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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"She's hard-headed and stubborn. She always has to do things her way, and won't listen to anyone else once she's made up her mind. Every time I think I have her figured out, she does something that makes me want to turn her over my knee."
Jessie swallowed hard at the visual of being put over Happy's knee. She remembered that she was supposed to speak as he continued to stare at her. "She... uh, well, she sounds horrible. Well, maybe horrible is a strong word. She sounds difficult."
Jessie watched as Happy cracked a smile. "Yeah, so why am I so hung up on her? It doesn't help that her brother is my best friend either. He wouldn't like the idea of me getting with her, but I just can't help myself."
She stared at him as he slowly made his way around the desk until he had her pretty much pinned in her chair between the desk and the wall. The phone started ringing as Happy smirked, making her eyes go wide as realization set in. "You're talking about me!"
Happy winks as he points to the phone. "Answer that. We'll talk later."
Jessie sputters in indignation as he retreats back to the office door before walking out and shutting it behind himself. She blows out a breath as she grabs the phone. "Teller-Morrow, this is Jessie, how can I help you today?"
By the time Gemma made it in, Jessie was in a state. Gemma just grinned at her as she set her purse down on the desk. "What's got you so worked up darlin?'
Jessie pointed toward the garage and glared. "Baldy out there decided that he's interested in me, but... "
Gemma held up her hand. "No, Jess, there's no but. This is what you wanted, remember?"
Jessie shook her head. "Yeah, but he didn't have to be so offensive about it."
Gemma cracked a smile. "Well, he is Happy." She looked at the clock on the wall. "Did you call the lunch order in?"
Jessie nodded as she opened the cash drawer and pulled out some money. "Yeah, I'll make a run to the diner."
Gemma smirked. "Why don't you get Hap to take you?"
Jessie rolled her eyes and held up her car keys. "I don't need a babysitter. I have a car."
She heard Gemma chuckling as she walked out into the sunshine and shut the door behind herself. She ignored the sounds of the guys working in the garage as she walked across the parking lot. She waved to Clay as he walked out of the clubhouse in the direction of the garage and he waved back, giving her a wink and a grin. She reached her car and was opening the driver's side door when a very familiar voice called out to her.
"Jess! Hold up and I'll go with you."
Jessie blew out a breath as she turned to see Happy jogging over to her, Tig walking slower. "I can go by myself, ya know. I have a license and everything."
Happy just smirked and shook his head. "Yeah, I know, smartass. I'll come with."
Tig walked up, his head swiveling between his sister and his best friend. "Hey, why are you wanting to go with Jessie?"
Happy shrugged, looking over at Tig. "Does it matter? I just wanted to ride along."
Tig grinned, nodding his head. "Yeah, I think it matters. I think you're trying to get with my sister, and that shit ain't happening."
Happy turned fully to Tig as he pulled Jessie behind himself as the two men faced off. "It's not your place to say, brother."
Tig shook his head, stepping closer to Happy. "I think it is. I mean, I'm her older brother and her only family, so if it's not up to me to look out for her, who is it up to?"
"Maybe it's up to the guy ready to step in and be her old man."
Tig suddenly pushed hard on Happy's chest, causing him to step back into Jessie. He put a hand behind himself to keep her close. "Over my fucking dead body, man!"
Before Jessie could say anything, Chibs and Clay were stepping in between the two men and holding them back. "That's enough! You two stop your shit and get ready for the run we need to take. Juice, you go with Jessie to get lunch."
Jessie rolled her eyes as Juice stepped over to take the keys from her hand. "I can take myself, really."
Before anyone else could say anything, Happy turned and gave her a look. "Give it up, little girl. Go with Juice."
As Tig lunged for Happy again, causing Chibs to put him in a headlock, Jessie growled under her breath and strode over to the passenger side of the car and got in, slamming the door behind herself. She looked at Juice, who was grinning like an idiot at her. "Just drive, would you?"
Jessie managed to keep away from conversation all the way to the diner and back out to the car with the food. That, however, was as long as Juice was going to go without talking.
"So... you and Hap, huh?"
Jessie looked at him and saw that he was grinning at her. "No, no Hap and me. Just because he thinks that he has decided to make me his old lady doesn't mean that I agree."
Juice frowned as he stopped for a red light. "I thought that you had a thing for Hap. Everyone thought that... well, everyone but Hap and Tig."
Jessie sighed and let her head fall back against the headrest. "Look, it's not that I don't find him attractive, but this is pretty sudden, you know? I mean, we went from him being snarky to wanting me as his old lady. That's a little bit of a shocker."
Juice nodded in agreement before sighing. "Yeah, but it probably won't matter anyway. If Tig really doesn't want him to be with you, he can't be. That's the way it works."
Jessie turned to look at him in shock. "What?! I'm not some teenage virgin. I am fully capable of picking my own partner."
Juice shrugged. "Club rules, Jess. If Tig doesn't like him, as the male head of your family, he gets the last word."
Jessie snorted. "Well, that's some stupid bullshit, right there. I'll be damned if I'm going to let Alexander Trager pick my mate."
