Disclaimer: I own nothing but Samantha Hale.
As I pack up my apartment, I look around looking at my life for the last four and half years. I wonder what my future will hold, I just graduated from college with a Master's degree in business and accounting. I finished early, by working hard and taking extra classes. My father's plan for me was to graduate and to find a job on the east coast far away from my hometown. The only member of my family that I missed was my older brother. So since finishing early I decided to go home and visit for a while before finding a job back east. I knew my dad was going to be mad but he will get over it.
I loaded the last box of stuff in my jeep and handed over the keys to my apartment to the new tenet. I left all of my furniture for her to use. It was an early May evening when I pulled out of the drive way of my home for the last four years.
I drove over to my favorite diner, which had gotten me through a lot of late night studying, for one last meal before I left for good. After finishing dinner I start heading west.
After traveling for several days, sight-seeing along my route home, I finally crossed the California state line, only a few more hours to home. I could feel myself smiling even though I know the hell I would get from father for coming back. I stop and rent me a small room at a motel, because I really didn't know what my brother's living situation was. After checking in and unpacking my jeep I decided to head over to a local diner for lunch before seeing my brother.
Walking into the diner I bump into a tall guy, dark tan skin, bald head, and lots of tattoos. He is wearing jeans, a white t-shirt, wearing a long knife on his belt, and a black leather vest. I look up at him, "Sorry 'bout that." I say smiling.
"I wasn't watching where I was going."
He smiles down at me "It's ok sweetheart. What's your name?"
"It's Samantha, but everyone calls me Sam." I reply.
"We gotta go!" yells a Puerto Rican with tatts on his head.
"What's your name?" I ask. "It's Happy" he replies, "There is a party tonight, I'll pick you up at 8. Where you staying?"
"Over at the Rosewood, Room 13." I say smiling as he leaves.
I have lunch then do a little shopping and then head back to my motel to get ready to go to the party.
About 10 till 8 I hear a motorcycle pull up outside. I answer the door and watch as Happy look me up and down. I am wearing a pair of tight blue jeans, a tight white tank top and a black lace pushup bra.
"Hey." I say grabbing a black leather jacket. We leave and I get on the back of his bike and he pulls away. He drives about 15 minutes and pulls into Teller-Marrow Auto and Sons of Anarchy Clubhouse lot. I slid off and he parks the bike. He gets off and I hand him the helmet he gave me to wear. He slides his arm around my shoulder and we walk into the clubhouse.
After hanging out and drinking for a while Happy introduces me to some of his club brothers. "This is Juice," he says pointing to the guy he was with earlier. "Hi" I respond. "This is Opie," he says pointing to a guy with a beard. "Hi, Opie." I say. "This is Jax Teller, he is the Clubs VP." Hi, Jax." I say. "Hi, Darling." He responds smiling.
Happy and I head outside in the warm night air. I sit on a picnic table and he stands between my legs with his hands on my hips, he dips his head and kisses me gently. I tilt my head and deepen the kiss. As we kiss, I slide my hand inside his kutte I feel the bottom of his shoulder holster. I smile into the kiss as I feel it.
He pushes his tongue into my mouth as we kiss and I moan as we kiss pulling him closer to me.
Several cars pull up and Happy turns around. "Fuck. Jax, Clay." Happy yells and Jax and Clay come out. Officers step out of the cars and walk toward the bikers. I look around Happy and see my brother leading the officers.
"Son-of-a-bitch." I say upon seeing him. Happy turns around giving me a questioning look.
"What do you want, Hale?" Jax ask.
"We have a noise complaint." Hale says.
"That's bullshit and you know it, Hale." Jax replies and moves over so that Hale can see past him. He looks up and is stunned.
"Sam? God Damnit." He fumes his face turning red as he walks closer to me, and grabs my upper arm hard, so hard that it will leave a bruise. Happy steps between us and pushes Hale away from me so hard that Hale falls to the ground.
"Happy, don't!" I say getting between them. I turn to face Hale.
"Hey big bro." I say getting and walking closer to him. "What's up?"
He stands and grabs my arm again gripping my arm hard, "What are you doing here?"
"Let go of me, David." I say trying to pull away from him.
"I am not letting go, I am taking you home. Dad is going be so pissed at you."
"Hale, let go. I'll see dad tomorrow." I try pulling my arm loose again, as Jax and Opie stand back watching with a smile on their face. Happy steps between me and Hale. "I believe the lady said to let her go!" he says in rough voice. Hale lets go and steps back.
"We will talk about this tomorrow!" Hale states pissed as he walks back to his truck, "Keep the noise down." He yells back and gets in and drives away.
Happy turns to look me, "Hale is your Brother!" Jax and Opie are cracking up laughing at us.
"You two jerk-offs are not helping!" I say rolling my eyes at them. "Yes Happy Hale is my brother." He searches my face then walks away with a pissed off look on his face and gets on his bike and speeds out of the lot leaving me standing there.
"Jax, can you or Opie give me a ride to the Rosewood?" I ask. "I'll take you. Give Hap some time, he'll come around." Jax says as we walk over to his bike and he hands me a helmet.
"You could have told him that you knew me! Instead of letting him find out in front of everyone and half the police force!" I say as I get on the back of his bike and he takes me to the motel.
He pulls up to the motel and lets me off. I hand him back the helmet. "Thanks for the ride. It was good to see you guys again."
"You too" he says, "I'll talk to Happy, let him know that you are cool with the club.
I nod, "You know, Jax, I would never say anything that you or any member tells me. I have proven myself to you in the past."
"You like him." He states smirking. "I'll see you later." He smiles and drives off. I go inside and shower and change into some yoga pants and a tank top. I lay down on the bed and pick up the current book I am reading. I read for a while then fall asleep. During the night I am startled awake with feeling of being watched. I reach for the pistol, which I had out in the night stand drawer when I got there, but my hand never reaches it. . .