Anarchy's Archangel

Chapter 20: A Nice Fella

With Tara, Jax, Kip and Gemma up at the cabin getting Cameron and Cherry ready to leave, the rest of us were hanging out at the clubhouse. I lit up a joint and took a hit before offering it to the guys.

Bobby shook his head, "Rosie, come'on. No bud before 9am." He lectured.

I scrunched my face and stuck my tongue out, "You're the only one who follows that rule Bobby-Elvis." I sassed as Happy and a few other SAMTAC guys walked in.

"Hey again killa." I greeted with a grin as I got up to hug him.

"How's the ink doing?" He questioned in his gruff tone. I gave a thumbs up and he nodded before walking to the center of the room where Clay was. I went and sat next to where Chibs was standing.

"Our cargo has doubled, two heading up. Chief Unser has graciously supplied us with a truck." Clay said to Happy as Unser stepped forward.

"Shipping manifests for two pallets of electronics. 180 pounds and 98 pounds." Unser explained as he handed the papers over to him.

"That outta get you and the cargo across the Canadian border without a stop." Clay reassured as he got up and pulled out an envelope of money.

"Perfect." Happy said, turning down the envelope, "This is my gift to you. You know my mom's real sick. She's in a home in Bakersfield. Thinking of going nomad so I can spend more time with her."

Clay nodded and pulled him into a hug, "You know there's always a seat for you at that table, brother."

I gave him a one-armed hug when he walked up to me. "Let us know if you or your Ma need anything." I added, the guys voicing their agreements and clapping him on the back as he made his way out.

"He seems like a nice fella." Unser piped up after a moment of silence. Clay spit out the shot he had just knocked back. I started coughing and would fallen off my barstool had Chibs not been standing behind me. Everyone stared at Unser in shock.

"What?" Unser replied, clearly confused.

"Don't ever let Happy hear you say that, or you'll quickly find out he's not what you'd call a 'nice fella'." I said with a laugh as I stubbed out the joint. Unser's eyes widened.

"I— I've got shit to go do." He mumbled tiredly before heading out the door. We all started laughing once he'd left.

    That night, Chibs was watching intently as Tig and I shot pool. "Tryin' ta figure out how ta beat me darlin'?" I teased, bumping my hip into his as he walked by.

He chuckled, "Makin' sure ye ain't pullin' a fast one on Tiggy." He joked. Tig and I both clutched at our hearts in mock offense.

"You think I'd hustle my former sponsor?!"
"You think I'd fall for her tricks?!" We said simultaneously, before looking at each other and laughing as Chibs and the others shook their heads.

A moment later Clay walked back into the main area of the clubhouse while on the phone. "Yeah. No, me too. A'ight, thanks Jason." He said before hanging up. We all stopped what we were doing and gathered closer.

"Rosen?" Gemma asked.

"Yeah. Luann's in the clear—" Clay began, "Otto, not so much." He said, trailing off. We all looked at each other.

"Why, what happened?" Tig asked.

Clay chuckled, "He, uh, shattered Stahl's face." He explained, looking over to Gemma.

"Oh, I love that man." Tig stated with a grin.

"Ohhh!" Chibs cheered.

"He was tryin' to prove to the club he wasn't gonna give anything up. We're free of the A.T.F., ladies and germs!" Clay shouted the last part, as all of us cheered and went back to what we were doing.