Never Again

Chapter 3

It was the next morning and Cora was packing her bag, getting ready to leave for Charming. She had no idea who Jax was sending to get her, but he had told her to be ready by 9 AM, so she was scrambling to get packed in time.

Just as she finished throwing in the last bit of clothes that she wanted to bring, there was a knock at her front door. She grabbed her bag and hauled it to the entryway, setting it down at her feet as she opened the door to meet her SAMTAC "chauffer."

When she opened the door, she was greeted with the sight of a tall, intimidating man. He was bald and had dark, piercing eyes; his arms were covered in tattoos, and he wore a grim expression on his face. Cora looked up at him questioningly, as if in disbelief that someone so menacing actually existed. "Did Jax send you?" she managed to get out.

The man gave a small nod, his stony expression never wavering. "Yeah, you Cora?" She nodded in return, expecting him to give her his name too, but instead he abruptly pointed behind him. "You ready to go?"

Cora picked up the bag that she had placed at her feet. "Yeah, I am," she responded, confusion laced in her voice. "Aren't you going to give me your name though?"

"Happy." He uttered his response very matter-of-factly.

She blinked at him, dumbfounded. He looked the exact opposite of his name. But rather than mention that, Cora merely agreed, saying, "I see the resemblance."

Happy didn't say anything in response to that comment. Instead, he turned and started walking away, calling behind him, "You might want to change outta that."

She glanced down at the nice outfit she had on; she was wearing her usual skirt, accompanied by a purple blazer. "What's wrong with this?"

Happy stopped and turned back around, raising an eyebrow at her, the first hint of emotion showing itself on his face. "You really wanna ride a motorcycle in a skirt?"

Cora froze. "A motorcycle?" she echoed. "I thought this was a car trip."

Jax had never said anything about her having to ride a motorcycle, though considering that she was dealing with a biker gang, she supposed that riding a motorcycle to Charming should've come as a given.

"Do I look like someone who drives a car?" Happy asked, his face serious.

Cora didn't answer; she knew that his question was rhetorical. Instead, she sighed, tossing him her bag of clothes. Then she turned and headed back inside her apartment to change into actual pants.

Cora hated pants, and she avoided them at all costs. It often earned her a lot of ridicule from people; she got called a priss more than she got complimented, but skirts were just much more comfortable than pants. Yet, she knew that trying to go on a twelve-hour motorcycle ride in a pencil skirt was impractical. So, she put her grumbling aside and changed into a pair of jeans.

Once she was changed, she headed back outside, locking her apartment on her way out. She then made her way down her apartment steps and to the parking lot where Happy was sitting on his bike, smoking a cigarette.

"I'm ready to go now," she told him.

He nodded, and tossed the cigarette to the ground, putting it out with a stomp of his foot. Then he got on the bike and put on his helmet; Cora followed suit, though she was nervous and truly had no idea what she was doing. Despite her connection to SAMCRO, she had never actually ridden a motorcycle before; they had always scared her.