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 grinned as she watched Kozik playing peek-a-boo with Tristan. Since they had found out that the baby was indeed his and not Happy's, he and Chastity had gotten a lot closer. They were even talking about marriage and getting ready to move into their own place. She sighed when she felt rough fingers running over the tattoo on the back of her neck. She turned her head and gave her old man a smile as he leaned in for a kiss.
"Whatcha thinking about?"
Jessie shrugged, looking back at Kozik one more time before turning on her barstool to face Happy. "I don't know, just thinking."
He inclined his head toward Kozik. "You ready for one of those?"
Jessie lifted a brow and grinned. "What? Kozik? Yeah, I'm good. I think one Son at a time is enough for me."
He growled and leaned in, biting her on the neck below her ear. "Smartass. If we weren't getting ready for church, I'd take you in the back and show you just how much damage one Son can do." He grinned when she giggled. "Nah, I meant the baby thing. You think we're ready for that?"
Jessie eyed him as he looked over at the dad playing with his son. "I don't know, maybe. What about you? Do you think we're ready for a family?"
Happy turned back to look into her eyes and Jessie's breath caught. "Yeah, I do. We're stable."
Jessie took a deep breath and let it back out before nodding. "Ok then. I'll stop taking my pills."
He reached up and laid a hand on the side of her face before leaning close. "Good. I love you, Jess."
Jessie felt tears welling up and swallowed them back. She wasn't going to ruin a rare declaration of love from Happy with a crying jag. "I love you too, baby."
"You hanging out here?"
Jessie shook her head as she watched a few of the other guys walk in. "No, I'm heading over to Gemma's to help her with some things."
Happy nodded as he kissed her. Alex stopped to kiss his sister on the cheek and slap Happy on the shoulder before continuing on to the chapel. "Ok, I'll see you at home later then. Be careful."
Clay had every man's undivided attention as he laid out just what kind of threats Ethan Zobelle and his henchman, A. J. Weston were. They were still in shock from being told about Gemma being attacked by Weston as Clay slammed his fist into the redwood table.
"They attacked her when we weren't looking. Until further notice, none of our old ladies go anywhere without an armed escort. I don't care if it's just the grocery store. All the ladies accounted for at the moment? I know Gemma's at home. Wayne's with her."
Jax nodded. "Tara's at the hospital."
Happy shook his head. "Jess was leaving as we came in here. She's headed to your house."
Clay nodded. "As soon as we're done here, we'll make sure she got there safely."
Happy nodded, feeling his gut twist at the thought that she could be in danger. He shook himself, trying to tell himself that it wouldn't help to worry before he had something to worry about, but it didn't help any. He wouldn't feel better until they got to Clay and Gemma's and he saw for himself that she was there and whole.
Happy cursed under his breath as he, Clay, and Tig parked their bikes in the driveway. Wayne met them on the porch as Gemma walked out.
"Where's Jess? Where did she go?"
Gemma shook her head, frowning. "She hasn't been here. I've been waiting on her. I tried calling her a few times, but she didn't answer. I figured she just stayed at the clubhouse waiting on you."
Tig cursed and looked at Happy. "It's been over two hours, man. It's a five-minute drive from the lot to here, even with traffic."
Happy pulled his phone out and called Jessie. When it went straight to voicemail, he cursed and hung up. "She always answers, no matter what."
Clay nodded as he looked at Wayne. "Can you get some eyes out on the street? Maybe she pulled over somewhere, or stopped at a store." He grasped Happy's shoulder and squeezed. "We'll find her, man. Don't worry just yet."
While Wayne called the station, Gemma called around to anywhere she could think of that Jessie would stop, and Tig called all of the Sons. Within ten minutes, there were bikes blocking the road in front of Clay's house and Happy was starting to lose it. He was sitting on the curb by the driveway, his head in his hands. He felt someone's hand come down on his shoulder and looked up to see Tig standing behind him.
"We'll find her, brother."
Happy shook his head. "Yeah, but in what shape?"
Tig shook his head. "They didn't kill Gemma, man. They may mark her up a little but... "
Happy scoffed and looked at his friend. "You know what they did to Gemma. If they touch her, man... I'll kill every one of them."
Just then, Happy saw a police car coming down the street. David Hale parked at the curb and came straight for Happy, shaking his head. "We found Jessie's car out on Laurel Avenue, but... do you know if she had anyone with her?"
Happy shook her head. "I don't know, why?"
David scratched his head. "There was a car seat in the back seat of her car and blood all over the two front seats. If she was by herself... "
Happy started looking around wildly. "Fuck! If she was alone, there would just be blood on the driver's side, and we don't keep a car seat in the car. Koz! Where's Chastity?"
He watched as the blood drained out of Kozik's face. "I don't know, man. I thought she was in the clubhouse."
Happy cursed as Clay shook his head. "They've got them both. And the baby."
