Killa and the Thief

Chapter 3

Jessalyn rolled her car past the "Welcome to Charming" sign and was not a bit surprised when the piece of shit cut out with smoke billowing from the bonnet.

It had been a long drive from New Orleans and now her car had upped and died it looked like she was staying in this weird ass town.

Deciding to leave the POS on the side of the road she grabbed her bag from the backseat and made her way along the dirt road hoping for a cheap ass motel, the only cash she had was what she had lifted before hightailing it out of dodge.

Jessalyn heard the rumble of motorbikes coming from behind her and watched as a large group of men rode past. She knew that they were most likely the bosses around town and the police didn't or couldn't do much about it. That was a point in favour of this town in her mind.

After walking for a few minutes she came across the imaginatively named "Charming Inn" and headed towards the reception area to book the cheapest room possible.

Much to Jessalyn's distaste a group of the motorbike riders were before her in the queue to talk to whoever was unfortunate enough to be on desk duty. From what she was listening in on it seemed like the asshole in front owed some money to someone and these guys had been sent to get it.

She quickly lost interest in what was happening when she spotted a wallet hanging out the back pocket of one of these leather wearing motorbike riders.

As they were far too interested in the jackass they were terrorising she took stock in her surroundings, already formulating a plan. It was schemes like she was planning that earned her the nickname Jam.

There were 3 of the leather wearing dudes in front of her, one with shoulder length blond hair who also happened to be the one arguing with dipshit behind the counter, another with crazy curly hair who was chain-smoking like a damn chinmey and the third, her target, he was tall, bald and had tattoos that went on for days. All 3 of them were muscly as hell so she knew she had to be quick and clever about this or she was done for.

She edged closer to the 3 making sure they were still busy with whatever it was they were doing, when she was satisfied they hadn't noticed her she made her move. Using just her thumb and forefinger she took hold of the wallet poking out the jeans, leaving her grip momentarily to ensure he still hadn't noticed. When she was sure he hadn't in one swift move lifted iy out of the pocket and into her bag.

With a grin of triumph she took a couple of steps back to her original space and plastered an innocent look on her face.

The men in front finished up with the now terrified man at the counter and turned to head off spotting her stood waiting patiently.

"Sorry about that darlin'" the blond said as they all walked past. The curly haired one smiled at her and the bald one said nothing, just nodded at her.

Jessalyn simply nodded back unsure of how to respond knowing what she had done.

She waited until she heard the roar of the bikes leaving before stepping up to the counter to book a room she was now desperate for.

The guy gave Jessalyn a key and she more or less sprinted to the room wanting to rest her tired bones and to check the spoils of her successful lift.

She closed the door behind her and dumped the contents of her bag on the bed. Spotting the wallet she picked it up and opened it. No pictures of family, no cards, a driving licence sporting the name Happy Lowman and a huge stack of cash.

She counted it up noting there was $1500 inside, who in the hell were these people. Jessalyn needed to know if they could get their hands on cash like that.

Choosing to leave that mystery for another day she moved her shit off the bed before laying down to get some much needed rest. She figured that sooner or later someone would find her car and track her down but for now sleep was more important.

Happy was feeling pretty good about the shit they had pulled off today, the only thing he had to do was stand and look intimidating which for him was just like every other day.

He was a little pissed that he hadn't noticed that short dark haired chick stood behind him, he was beginning to wonder just how much she had heard and whether it was a good idea to head back to that shitty motel to make sure she knew not to say anything.

His head was getting noisy and he didn't like it. He indicated to Jax that he wanted to pull into the store to grab some smokes and maybe so beer. With a nod of understanding the three of them stopped their bikes.

Jax and Tig both pulled out a cigarette lighting up and spotting the look of longing settling on Happy's face. He had not had a cigarette in close to 2 months but today was the first time he was ready to say fuck it and smoke an entire pack.

He growled when both Jax and Tig refused to enable him to break his hard work and that served to strengthen the need for the precious nicotine. Growling at the pair of them he stalked into the shop and over to the counter. He ordered a bottle of bourbon and a pack of smokes reaching into his back pocket for his wallet to pay the guy.

Happy patted both pockets to be sure, he knew he had his wallet when they left Oakland that morning, knew he had it at that shitty motel but now, when he actually fucking needed it, it was gone.

In a fit of rage he turned and punched straight through the glass door, Jax and Tig making a move to see what had happened. Spotted the clerk dialling 911 Jax threw a bunch of cash to pay for the damage as Tig carefully approached the very angry man.

Happy saw what was going to happen so stalked out of the store and over to his bike, starting it up and heading back to TM to take his frustration out on something not quite a breakable as glass.

Jax picked up Happy's forgotten items and stored them in the saddle bag of his bike before he and Tig followed the direction Happy had gone.

They both pulled into TM and headed to the clubhouse spotting Juice at the bar typing rapidly on his laptop, a brand new black eye growing on his face.

Tig sniggered before asking Juice what had happened. What he said neither of them were expecting and had them both rolling around in fits of laughter.

Happy Lowman had had his wallet stolen.

Happy had stormed into the clubhouse and ordered Juice to hack the cameras at the Charming Inn and when he had dared answer him back his fist flew before he had even thought about it and sent his brother flying. Without a word Juice got up and started typing away on his laptop doing what he had been asked to do.

Happy walked round the bar and grabbed a bottle of bourbon, taking a large gulp before spitting details at Juice so he knew what to look for.

"Chick with long dark hair, looks like damn butter wouldn't melt, black handbag, one of those big ones that Gem takes shopping oh and the last thing, that bitch took my wallet."

He saw the look on Juice's face, that he was trying his hardest not to laugh at the fact that some little hussy had managed to take his wallet. Clearly she had no clue who she had just fucked over but by the reaper he planned to show her.

Happy knew that his brothers would never sign off on violence towards a woman so he was planning on getting creative, maybe he could simply scare her into giving it back but if it didn't work he may have to enlist the one and only Gemma Teller on this one.

He left Juice to his work and went to the boxing ring, taped up his fists and began to pound the bag placed in the middle of the ring.

Just had to wait for Juice to work his magic.