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, Gemma, Tara, and Lyla all stood with Piney in the morning sunshine, waiting for the boys to get back from their run to Nevada. Gemma looked at Lyla and grinned.
"So, almost time, right? Are you nervous?"
Lyla grinned and shrugged. "Yeah, a little I guess. It's not the wedding as much as it is just getting everything together. There doesn't seem to be enough hours in the day."
Gemma nodded before pointing at Jessie and herself. "Well, if you need help, just let us know. We can get a lot done while you're at Cara Cara during the day. Just make us a list of things to do."
Lyla nodded and chuckled. "That sounds great, actually. There's a party supply I need to go to, but it's in Lodi and I just don't have the time between Cara Cara, the kids, and Ope."
Jessie nodded as she took the shot glass out of Piney's hand and replaced it with a cup of coffee. "We'll go, no problem. We should actually have some extra time this afternoon."
She grinned as she heard Piney mumble about meddling women when she poured the shot of Patron on the asphalt. The sound of bikes drowned out the griping from the aging biker as the guys came into the lot, one after the other. Jessie found herself holding her breath until she saw first Alex then Happy come onto the lot and park in their customary spot. She must have sighed in relief because she heard Gemma laugh before she put an arm around her shoulders.
"It gets easier, baby. You'll be a pro at the old lady thing in no time."
Jessie snorted and shook her head. "Not if Alex gets his way."
Gemma gave her a knowing wink as Happy hopped off his motorcycle and started her way, the smirk on his face getting bigger the closer he got. She frowned when he got close enough for her to see the bruises on his face and the tape across his nose. He reached for her, wrapping an arm around her waist as she grabbed his face and turned it left and right to get a really good look at him.
"What the fuck happened to you?" She turned to glare at her brother as he walked by the two of them. "What the fuck happened to his face, Alexander?"
Tig winced at the use of his full name and rolled his eyes at his sister which just pissed her off more as Happy chuckled quietly from beside her. "If you care to look, I have some bruises too. Damn!"
Jessie crossed her arms over her chest and glared at both men who were now standing side by side. "You two just had to beat the shit out of each other, didn't you?" She shook her head as she turned away from both of them. "Such macho bullshit. Don't either of you talk to me today, I mean it!"
"Little girl, you... "
Jessie swung her head around to Happy, watching as Juice cringed. "Don't you 'little girl' me, Lowman! Don't talk to me!"
Jessie heard a couple of muttered curses from behind her but didn't care as she marched to the office and slammed the door behind herself. She was still steaming ten minutes later when there was a short knock on the door and Chibs stuck his head through.
"Is it safe to come in, lass?"
Jessie glared at him. "If you're going to try to take their side, then no, it's not."
Chibs just chuckled lightly before stepping fully into the room and shutting the door. "Now, lass, it ain't about sides here." He sat down in the chair across from her and leaned forward with his elbows on the desk in front of him. "Ye did want them to work it out, didn't ye?"
Jessie sighed as she put her head in her hands for a moment. "Yes, of course, I did, but I didn't think it was going to come to blows."
Chibs shrugged and gave her that grin that always made her smile, no matter what kind of mood she was in. "Well, they worked it out. Shouldna matter to ye how they went about it." He winked at her as he stood up and held out a hand for her to take, pulling her out of her chair. "Now, the shop's closed today, so ye don't need to be hiding in here. Go check on yer old man."
Jessie stood in the doorway to Happy's dorm, watching him pull clothes out of his dresser. She assumed that he had just showered since he was wearing only a towel around his waist. She bit her lip as she admired the view a little longer before finally clearing her throat to let him know that she was there.
He looked at her and smirked. "Finally got tired of standing there staring little girl?"
Jessie smirked back and shrugged. "Eh, if you've seen one heavily tattooed guy, you've seen 'em all."
Happy chuckled quietly and sat down on the end of the bed as Jessie walked over and ran a hand over his head. She heard him sigh as his head landed on her stomach with a soft thud. "I missed you."
Jessie smiled and leaned down to kiss him on top of the head. "I missed you too. How's the face?"
Happy looked up at her. "It's fine, little girl."
Jessie shook her head. "I just don't understand why you two thought that was necessary."
Happy shrugged. "You don't have to understand, but it was."
Jessie sighed before deciding that he was right. If whatever tension there was between him and Alex was solved by a fistfight, then so be it. She chuckled before pulling his head off of her stomach to make him look up at her. "I want to kiss you, but I'm afraid to."
Happy grinned and pulled her down onto his lap. "Don't be afraid, just do it."
Jessie leaned in and laid her lips on his, sighing in contentment. She was glad he was back, even for a little while.
