Tig and Happy were moving the unconscious guy into the van while Chibs and Juice were escorting the other two by gun point. Neither wanted to climb into the van so Happy cold-cocked them with the butt of his gun knocking each unconscious. He had Juice drive to the cabin so he could begin interrogating Isis' intruders. All his anger and irritation needed to be displaced somewhere. These three were about to be on the receiving end of Happy's wrath.
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Tig, Chibs, and Happy had finished burying the three bodies out in the woods where no one ever goes. Juice had already left with the van to head back to the clubhouse. Happy was very bloody and wanted to go get a shower. Although he was known for being ruthless, Tig took note of just how brutal the Tacoma Killah had been during his interrogation.
They arrived back at the clubhouse shortly before sunrise. Everyone else were still sleeping and those who had homes were still hours away from returning. The small group remained quiet as they headed off to their dorm rooms. Happy immediately stripped out of his blood-soaked clothes and headed for the shower. As he stood in the spray of hot water, he began to think to earlier when he was inside her home.
His mind's eye brought to his consciousness how she looked in what she wore to bed. Short shorts showing off her long legs. White tank top contrasting her tanned skin. Standing there in the middle of her bedroom waiting with a gun pointed directly at whoever entered. There wasn't a glimmer of fear in her eyes. It was more than obvious that she knew how to handle her weapon. And that was hot to the killer. He wanted her. Badly.
Isis woke to her alarm and groaned. The events of the previous night flooded her mind. She was grateful Tig and some of his brothers had come over to handle her problem for her. Even if she probably could have taken care of it herself. But then she'd have had to call the police and she didn't want to involve them. As she went to take herself a quick shower, she began to think of the one who'd entered her bedroom to check on them.
Tall, dark, handsome, quiet. She was sure he didn't appreciate being woken up in the middle of the night to deal with some intruders who were just trying to steal things. It was appreciated. Then there was that deep, sexy voice of his. She liked it. A lot. As she showered, she couldn't help but wonder about him. What was his story? He intrigued her greatly. Would she ever get to see him again? Was he single? Taken? She sighed as she finished her shower.
She got dressed quickly knowing she had to make something special for her daughters like she promised the previous night. Omelets would be good. She didn't normally make them and it would be a good start to their day. As she was working on breakfast, Leia entered the kitchen not entirely awake. Isis smile at her daughter as she poured herself a glass of milk. Leia asked what was for breakfast. "Omelets and bacon." Isis told her making her daughter's eyes light up.
The prospect was tasked by Clay in waking up Happy, Tig, Chibs, and Juice. When he emerged from his dorm, Tig explained what had happened with Isis the night before and that was why they were all late for work. They'd gone back to sleep after they got back to the clubhouse. Clay frowned not liking this woman calling upon the club to handle her business for her.
Happy and Tig were none too pleasant to be around most of the day. Juice did his best to remain optimistic despite the sleep disturbance. Chibs just tried to get through his work day without losing his temper. Tig was snapping at everyone all day. Gemma wondered what was going on. Clay finally explained why half the club seemed to be in such foul moods. The Queen gasped when she heard about the break in. She decided to go see Isis to check up on her.
Hearing Gemma was going to see Isis, Happy decided he'd "escort" the SAMCRO Queen. Clay nodded as Happy told him what he wanted to do. Gemma and Happy headed off to Isis' shop shortly after lunch. He couldn't wait to see how she was after last night. In all honesty, he just wanted to see her again. He couldn't place why he wanted to see her so badly. He didn't do relationships. He didn't want to be tied down to one woman, much less a woman with children. Isis was different though.
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Voracious Angel
FantasyWhen a woman and her two daughters move to Charming to start anew, Happy can't help but find himself falling hard and fast for the no-nonsense, take-no-prisoners mother. Can he handle everything she deals with? Can he keep her safe from her Russian...