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 opened the door to a very frustrated Gemma. She pushes past Jessie into the living room.
"It's about fucking time! I thought I was going to have to call the cops, but then I thought that maybe they had done enough for one day."
Jessie rolled her eyes at that as she followed her best friend into the kitchen and watched as she rummaged around in the fridge.
"I was laying down and didn't hear the doorbell at first."
Gemma took a bag of salad mix out of the fridge and lifted a brow. "And your phone? I guess you didn't hear that either. Happy's been calling you for hours." She shook her head as she found other makings for a salad. "You're lucky he's out on club business, or he'd be camped out on your doorstep."
Jessie grinned and shook her head. "Nah, he has a key. He would have just let himself in."
Gemma just shook her head as she made them each a salad. "You wanna tell me what happened with Hale earlier? Neither one of you looked happy when he left."
Jessie sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Just a lot of bullshit. Him telling me what Happy is and thinking that I would be shocked and scared to find it out. He wasn't thrilled when he figured out that I already knew."
Gemma stared at her as Jessie poured them each a glass of wine. "You're kidding, right? You practically grew up in the fucking club. How did he think that you wouldn't know what Happy does?"
Jessie shrugged. "I guess he thought old ladies and sisters got kept out of the loop on club business, and he isn't very far off."
"Maybe, but that kind of information always seems to leak through the cracks."
Jessie pushed her empty bowl back and sighed. "Yeah, but the part that shocked him was that I was completely fine with what Happy does. I mean, yeah, it's dark, but he does it for the club, for his family. Oh well, if it had been any other Son, David probably wouldn't have cared. It was the fact that it was the club enforcer that he had a problem with."
Gemma snorted and shook her head. "Don't kid yourself, sweetheart. Hale's had it bad for you for years. He wouldn't be happy with you getting with any guy that wasn't him, I can guarantee that. He really hates that it's Happy though because he's afraid of him. He doesn't know what to do with a guy like that, how to fight him."
Jessie shrugged as she sipped her wine. "Yeah, well, he's just going to have to get over it. I've never seen David in a romantic way and I never will. It's Happy for me, period."
Gemma stared her down for a moment before shaking her head. "Yeah? Cause it sure didn't look that way earlier. Why do you think Hap's been blowing your phone up?"
Jessie sighed. "It wasn't Happy that was the problem earlier. David just stirred up all that shit and I had to let it settle back down, that's all. All I could think was... what kind of person am I that I'm ok with what Happy does? Then it finally dawned on me. He does it for his club and his family, not because he enjoys it necessarily. I can get behind protecting your brothers."
Gemma nodded. "Most of the time, what the boys end up doing is protection for each other, the club, or their families. If you can get right with that, you'll be good with most everything else."
Jessie smirked as she looked at her friend. "Except... the road clause."
Gemma groaned and let her head fall forward for a moment. "Fuck! I hate that shit. Darlin, you aren't the only old lady who has had to come to grips with that particular rule."
Jessie shook her head. "Is it so wrong to expect our men to be faithful to us? I mean, they expect us to be."
Gemma shrugged. "You're preaching to the choir, baby. You can hope that Hap will be faithful, but if he isn't, you can pray that he keeps that shit far away from Charming."
Jessie looked over and grinned at Gemma before reaching over to clink her glass against her friend's. "Amen sister."
David Hale was still fuming from his conversation earlier in the day with Jessie as he made his way out of the station and to his car for the drive home. He groaned internally as he saw Happy Lowman leaned up against the driver's side door of his Jeep. He noticed Chibs and Tig sitting on their bikes not too far away and he breathed a little easier. He was pretty sure that Clay Morrow wouldn't take too kindly to his enforcer taking out the deputy chief of police in front of the whole town, so he was confident that wasn't what Happy was there for.
"Lowman."
"Deputy."
David rolled his eyes a little as he stopped beside the much bigger man. "Nice night tonight."
"It is."
"What can I do for SAMCRO this evening?"
"This isn't SAMCRO business. I need you to stay away from my old lady."
David looked at Happy without moving his head, not wanting to give away that he was a little surprised. "Jessie's my friend. I shouldn't have to stay away from her."
Happy continued to stare straight ahead, not even looking at the man he was talking to. "If you were just wanting to be her friend, that would be fine. I would never mind another person watching out for her, but I think you're trying to get into her pants, and that shit stops right here. If you weren't a cop, I'd beat the shit out of you and be done with it, but I can't do that. Yet. Bottom line, she's mine and I don't share."
David shook his head before turning to look at Happy's profile. "She's not property, Lowman."
Happy turned his head to look at David and the deputy almost shivered at the look on his face. It was the look of a man who knew that he was in control of the situation. "She's mine. We won't have this conversation again."
David watched as Happy strode off to his bike and his brothers, suppressing a shiver as it ran down his spine. He was fairly certain that he had just been threatened, and that if he failed to heed Happy's warning, he wouldn't hesitate to take him out of the equation.
