A Happy Coincidence

Chapter 25

"What's going on?" Juice asked Tig as they made their way back out to the parking lot. "She alright?"

Tig nodded, watching closely as Happy swung open the van to find Johnny and Jeffrey sleeping in the back. He meant to tell Juice not to let them in when he handed the keys over but he was too concerned with Rory. Gripping both of their shirts, he hurled them out onto the asphalt with a deep growl.

"Wake up assholes." He gave Johnny a swift kick to the ribs.

"Jesus," Johnny kicked at Happy but barely made him flinch. "Is she okay?"

"At least give us that." Jeffrey added with sorrow.

"She'll be fine." It was reluctant but Happy wanted them to know she'd live a happy life and they'd be buried in Chigger woods with the rest of the men who had crossed him. "Didn't want to see you though. You lied to her," he spat.

Tig hid his smile. Rory was out and hadn't told him anything but Happy was using the excuses Jeffrey fed him to learn everyone's lies.

"It was one last gig." He said defensively. "I didn't think he'd figure her out, she's good at what she does."

Happy nodded. "Yeah, I know, but only when she knows the goddamn truth."

"Guys," Juice interjected, "Cops'll be here soon. They just finished at the alley, fucking working slow; they'll be wanting to talk to you, Hap. We need to go."

"Get in the van." He ordered gruffly. "Juice, you take em', we'll all meet at the clubhouse."

"Rogue River?" He asked.

"No, moron, Indian Hills." Tig slapped Juice upside the head and mounted his bike. "I can't believe I have to say this but yes, Rogue River."

--

"He's a bad boy," Monroe, the Rogue River president, said. "Here's his full jacket. Murder, robbery, assault with a deadly weapon, sexual assault, rape. What do you guys want with him?"

Happy felt is blood pressure skyrocket. This was even worse than the information he'd gotten from Jeffrey. "He hurt someone close to the club." He said simply. Opening up to Bobby or Tig was hard enough; he wasn't admitting anything to Monroe.

Tig felt Monroe's eyes on him but he just shook his head. "You find him?"

"Yeah, he picked up a hooker and got a room at a motel a few miles south." His hand waved in the general direction of the motel. "I have a guy tailing him."

Happy shook Monroe's hand. "Thanks. I want to handle this though."

"Yeah, of course. Backup?"

"One or two guys." Tig answered quickly. He found it odd to be the mature, level headed one but Happy wasn't thinking straight, even if he didn't realize it.

"And what about those two? What's their story?" Monroe's VP asked with disdain as he glanced back at Johnny and Jeffrey.

Happy grinned, "Dead men walking."

--

Happy, Tig and two Rogue River members haunted the motel parking lot casually. It didn't look like a place they'd be questioned but they still kept a low profile and out of view.

"They got a witness." Tig flipped his burner shut. "Juice got into the PD's system and looked up the reports. Someone said he led her out the side door and they saw a struggle in the alley, he was trying to get her to blow him."

"And they just did nothing?" Happy asked, utterly disgusted and enraged.

"Domestics." He shrugged. "According to what the detective wrote they were chummy in the club and the witness didn't think it would have gotten so bad."

"Name?"

"We're not killing the witness, brother." Tig said.

"You want to bet that chick didn't have a fat lip when he picked her up?" Happy asked as the prostitute left the room, her lip swollen and bloody.

"I'll blow you if didn't tune her up. Fucking asshole." Tig grumbled as they moved quickly and quietly down the row of rooms and knocked gently on the door.

McGee wasn't a smart man. He opened the door without hesitation or care and was greeted by two guns. He didn't move, waiting for one of them to speak, and didn't show one ounce of emotion. What he lacked in intelligence he made up for with fearlessness.

"Why don't you walk backwards, right into the bathroom, you piece of shit?" Tig said, pressing his gun to McGee's forehead. He did as requested and gave Happy a cold, hate filled stare as Tig secured him to the cold ceramic of the toilet. "You look like you belong there."

"This for money?" He asked, looking at the four Sons with a smug grin. "I know I have a price on my head. High one, I'm flattered."

"This ain't about money." Happy growled. "That girl in the alley, she's my girl. I'm here to make shit right."

McGee's little grin spread to a full-blown smile. "Little blonde with a pretty mouth?" He asked. "I shoulda fucked her stab wounds; at least I would have gotten something out of it."

As soon as the words left McGee's lips, Happy was on him, his knee on his chest, as he unsheathed his hunting knife. "This is much bigger than what you used to hurt her." He snapped at Tig and pointed to McGee's mouth. "Hold his mouth open."

"What are you doing?" McGee began to struggle as Tig pried his mouth open.

"You got a pretty mouth too." Happy said as he grabbed his tongue with gloved hands and with one swift motion, sliced it right out of McGee's mouth. "Now I don't have to hear you bitch ass anymore."

Muffled, mangled screams left McGee, the little groans and moans made Happy and Tig grin wickedly. "You're a sick man, Hap." Tig said as McGee's tongue hit the tub with a slap. "I like it."

"I got a gun in the van." He said to the Rogue River members. "I need it before we finish up."

"What are you gonna do with that?" Tig asked, wondering why Happy would use something to pedestrian.

"Secure some loose ends." Without warning, he thrust the blade into McGee's stomach and twisted it before slowly pulling it out. Happy repeated the action again and again, all over his stomach before the final time directly in the center of his chest.

"That's gotta hurt." Tig's face was inches from McGee's.

Pulling the knife out again, Happy wiped it along the bathroom towels. "You know, you left the knife in her, that's why she didn't choke on her own blood."

It only took a few second for McGee to begin to cough, his lungs and chest rapidly filling. Happy smiled although he couldn't help but picture Rory again, coughing and gagging in his arms covered in blood. The actions helped release the rage but the pain remained.

Before they left he pressed McGee's fingers on the grip of Rory's gun before placing it with the rest of his belongings. When they tested it, which Happy knew they would, the Chinese murder would be on him and if they ever found the nosy neighbor that crime would be attributed to the dead man as well.