A Happy Coincidence

Chapter 3

"So you gonna tell me why you're after Lin's crew?"

They'd stopped at a storage as unit not far from the Charming town line. She sneakily typed in the code and when asked to stay out, Happy obliged. He'd gotten the full story by then, more than just the text, and knew to tread lightly. Happy was in a precarious spot, helping this woman hunt down another crew, but he didn't scare easy.

"You gonna tell me more about your MC?"

"Nothing to tell."

"Exactly. You wanted wet work," she unlocked the gun safe and pulled out two revolvers, "You got it. You don't seem like the kind of guy that likes stories and details."

He shrugged and leaned against the opposite wall, watching closely while chewing on his toothpick. "This all weapons?"

"Weapons, family shit, you name it. This is pretty much all I own."

"You sleep here too?"

Rory laughed and shook her head. Slamming the door down she relocked it and checked twice before heading back down the hall. There was a noticeable change in her now that she felt sufficiently armed.

"I might have to stay back." He warned as they hit the parking lot, the summer air warming the chill from the storage center from their bones. "I don't know your plan but if I'm IDed, my club is fucked."

"I plan things well." Rory hopped on the bike behind him and smiled. "This should be in and out, no one will see you."

"Should be." He turned the throttle. "Last time you meant to end up begging me for help?"

Slapping the top of his helmet in response she felt her stomach turn as he pulled out of the parking lot. Rory had given Happy an address but he stopped about a half mile before and folded his cut up into his saddlebag. They took off again and parked across the street from the house.

"I'm going in the back. The bedroom is up three steps on the left, it's a split level. Two people, one of Lin's guys and his girl. They're both getting it."

Happy shook his head and grabbed her wrist as she tried to head off toward the house. "Wait. How do you know they're there? This the guy who tried to kill you?"

"No. He's not. That was actually some half bright asshole they use for, well the nastier jobs." She grimaced and shrugged remembering his eagerness to help with nasty work. "Not that you're an idiot, he's seriously an idiot. Obviously since he couldn't even kill me right."

"Why you doing this?"

Rory looked at the house, completely dark now during the late hour. "My brother and I took one of them in to Nevada. It's Lin's fault he should have checked for warrants on the regular. This asshole's girlfriend lured my brother at a bar, she's not Asian so he didn't think of it but he should have, and they killed him." She struggled to keep her composure but her facade was crumbling. "It gets messier from there. Look, I know you guys are outlaw, I can tell, I've been around long enough. You think I'm the fucking enemy? Fine, but I know you work in revenge, at least let me get mine."

"What was the warrant for?"

"Missed child support and domestic abuse shit. It wasn't even anything he'd serve time for."

Some of it rang true, aligning with his beliefs and what the guy had done sounded dirty, at least when told by a pretty girl with tears in her eyes. "That's fucked up."

"It's my fault. I picked him because he's a piece of shit who should have been paying for that kid and shouldn't have beaten his baby's mom. I picked him and that asshole in there killed my brother. I picked him." She repeated again. "You coming?"

Before he answered she was already jogging across the street, his presence didn't change anything for her. Happy followed, going right as she went left and they both check each window as they made their way around to the back.

"Like I said, split level." She whispered. "Right inside the door on the left are three stairs and the bedroom is on the right at the end of the hall."

When he moved to kick in the door she pushed him back before he could make a sound. "What?"

"Yeah, let's just announce our arrival. You fucking bikers, man." Rory pulled a lock pick out of her back pocket and made quick work of the door.

"That's sneaky."

"It's safe. I don't have cops in my pocket and I don't want a shoot out." She was also scared. This was not what Rory did and she knew deep down her father was rolling in his grave but she felt she had to do it.

The door creaked open and they stepped in with guns drawn. By the time Rory could actually step to clear the laundry room to her left her heard a gun cock.

"Who the fuck are you?" The woman asked, half dressed with a cigarette hanging from her mouth.

Rory was terrified but swallowed it down. "You know who I am."

From behind her Happy slowly unzipped his hoodie to display the large letters along his chest that proudly spelled out SAMCRO. He nodded to the girl and pointed his gun to the back of Rory's head. She relaxed, thinking the club and the Triad had taken an interest in this girl together and this was their way of cleaning it up. The moment she lowered her aim from Rory's chest to her feet, Rory pulled her trigger.

Happy far from expected her to do that but the blood spurting from the woman's neck as she crumbled to the ground made it very clear he'd underestimated the bounty hunter. The floor creaked behind them and a bullet whizzed by Happy's head. Without missing a beat he turned and fired three shots, two hitting the man in the head and one missing the mark.

"You killed him." Rory shouted and pushed Happy away. She hopped the few steps and stood over the man's dead body. "You fucking killed him."

"I saved your life." He countered and grabbing her belt tugged her down the steps. "Go rip up the living room." He ordered and moved away from the body toward the bedroom.

"What are you doing?" She followed him instead of doing as she was told. Finding him filling his pockets with some jewelry and cash from the man's wallet she chuckled darkly. "Covering my ass. They'll think it was a robbery."

"We gotta go, now."