Hello, so I'm back with the second part of Liv and Happy's
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Silver Lining
'I won't get left behind
when the walls come tumbling in
I'll keep climbing,
I'll keep climbing'
Six Months
Clay sat a the head of the table, his troubled eyes looking around his brothers as they waited patiently for him to say something. Truth was he hated these times. In his years as president this was never easy, although the previous lock downs had been organised as a precaution, this lock down was a necessity. Casualties had already been made from this war, and Clay couldn't help but feel the lead weight inside him, weighing him down. Samcro was the mother charter, they paved the way lead by example, and his failure to get this problem handled was unacceptable as was the blood shed of a couple of brothers and their Old Ladies.
He lit up his cigar, trying to keep his poker face on. He may feel those things but he would never openly admit it, never openly reveal a weakness not even to his family. So another look around his home and visiting brothers, he pulled the cigar from his lips blowing the smoke into the air. When he was composed he finally spoke.
"This new bullshit MC has to be crushed. They have already taken two brothers from us as well as an innocent. This lock down is unavoidable. No one else is getting hurt under my watch. It's across the board so I'm telling now if there is anyone who you feel may be at risk or put this club and your brothers at risk, bring them in. Which ever club is closest I promise you they will be welcomed with open arms, and protected." He paused taking another pull from his cigar as he looked around the room again, a sea of nods circling round the room.
"Where are we with Alvarez?" Piney asked from the bottom of the table.
"We've finally managed to secure a meet." Jax spoke from the seat beside Clay, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. A few eyebrows were raised and huffs voiced. It was no secret that the Sons relationship with the Mayans was anything but friendly, but this recent develop seemed to be pulling onto the same side, because the Sons weren't the only MC that the so called Bandits were looking to take down.
"Hap, Tig and Titch I want you there with myself and Jax. Alvarez is gonna bring backup, I want my best most killer men there, just in case. We're not sure where his loyalties lies." He looked at the three men he had just named and was grateful to see them nod in agreement. "Meet set for 8 tonight, neutral ground. Lock down starts now gentlemen so inform people who need to know." He hit the gavel signalling the end of the meet.
Chapel suddenly erupted with noise, the sound of chairs scraping across the floor and mumbles echoing through out the room as they either headed over to bar or collecting their phone from the box on the pool so they could put things into motion to get keep their loved ones safe.
Happy however found himself at an in pass. Picking out his cell from the sea of pre-pays he knew he definitely had one call to make. His Ma. It was an easy call didn't have to go into too much detail, just inform her that she and his Aunt should head to the Tacoma clubhouse until further notice. Course he knew once she got there questions would be fired, but he didn't care that was Tally's problem, for now anyway. No the haze that was clouding his head was a completely different problem.
Clay's words replaying over and over since they had left his mouth 'If there is anyone who you feel may be at risk or put this club and your brothers at risk, bring them in.'
He headed to the bar and managed to get the attention of the sweetbutt working the bar. "Whiskey, top shelf, straight." The young tattooed girl nodded and spun round to grab the bottle of Johnnie Walker Happy couldn't help but watch how her blonde hair fell over her shoulder as she grabbed for the bottle. Taking the shot from her he downed it one and handed her the glass which she gladly refilled for him.
It had been 6 months since he had last seen or spoken to her. He thought leaving it the way he had would make it easier finally give a bit of closure to whole thing, but it hadn't.
When she left them all those years ago he was a mess, and shamefully he hadn't handled his emotions well. But after two long years of walking around with his emotions controlling him he had finally locked them down. Closed himself off from everything, every emotion, and he had stayed like that up until her reappearance.
If he hadn't seen her he wouldn't be thinking about her, wouldn't be arguing in his head weather or not he should bring her in. Who was he kidding whenever a lock down or some serious shit was going down it was always a lingering thought in the back of head but somehow this was different.
He wasn't stupid enough to believe that just because he kept who she was to him a secret as much as he could, that his enemies wouldn't find out and use her. Especially this new MC they had already taken out one Old Lady.
He was brought from his thoughts when a heavy hand landed on his shoulder. Glancing to his side her saw Tig move next to him taking the vacant stool. He nodded is head as Tig ordered a shot. Tig shook his head as the amber liquid made its way down his throat.
"Think were gonna be needing a lot of this shit." Tig remarked as he ordered another one.
"Yeah." Tig looked at Happy who was staring into the bottom of his glass.
Happy and Tig were similar in many ways, same sadistic killer instinct, shared most of the same views on matters concerning the club, indulged in the same extra curricular activities fighting, booze and pussy but there were differences.
Tig wore his heart on his sleeve, well maybe he didn't go around crying like a bitch but when he was mad, happy, annoyed everyone knew it, he had no qualms in showing people but Happy was the polar opposite, his emotions whatever they were, were always kept in check, he controlled his emotions not the other way around like it did with Tig.
So watching him shift uneasily in his chair, fists clenching and unclenching during Clay's speech in Church he knew something was seriously effecting his brother. At first he thought it was his eagerness to get the job done but then he saw his knuckles almost turn white from clenching his fists, when Clay talked about bringing people in who they thought could be at risk he knew something wasn't right.
"You al'right?"
"Fine why?" Happy asked a little to defensively as he knocked back another shot. Tig shrugged.
"Don't know brutha you just seem a little..."Tig tried to search for the right words. And as he looked at the killer next to him, he knew that the wrong word could earn him a solid right hook. "Pre-occupied."
"You got somethin' to say." Happy straightened to his full height as Tig waved his hand trying to calm his brother.
"Not say nothin' just making talk." Happy mentally kicked himself repeatedly. He was letting the little blonde get into his head, control him.
"Good." Happy slammed the shot glass down and headed outside.
"What was that all about?" Jax asked.
He had been sitting at the nearby table with Opie and Piney when he saw the tense exchange between the two. Jax hadn't given up on trying to figure out what had caused Happy to lose his shit and get them all thrown out of Darby's club over 6 months ago.
Most of the guys now had even Clay who had originally been pissed that Tally had obviously lied to him had let this fade away. And since nothing had come from Darby and everything seemed to be fine with Happy it was but forgotten except for Jax who just couldn't shake it. Which was why he was now following him outside.
"You heading out?" Jax asked as Happy clipped his helmet on.
"Yeah."
"Want me to drive with you?" Jax knew what his answer would be but it was worth a try.
"No." Happy answered bluntly as he turned over the engine. Jax nodded.
"We have that meet with Alvarez."
"I'll be back before then."
"Okay, eyes open out there." Happy nodded before pulling out the lot.
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Less than twenty minutes later he had reached his destination and was parking his bike outside the modest two bed beige house, with a white picket fence surrounding it. Getting off his bike he took the few steps that separated him from the front door.
He knocked loudly on the door. He buried his hands in the front pockets of his jeans as he waited for her to answer the door. More seconds passed without an answer so he wrapped his knuckles on door again this time louder and harder. Still nothing.
Feeling frustrated he turned and started to storm back to his bike when he heard his name.
"Happy?"
Looking over his shoulder he saw the door open, she was standing there clutching the fluffy white robe her wet hair tumbling over her shoulders, explaining why she hadn't answered straight away. Happy walked back towards the door and up the three small steps that lead on to the tiny porch. She looked nervous and he didn't miss that her eyes did a quick scan of the road behind him. Was she expecting someone?
"We need to talk." Her eyes shot up to his, darting over his face. She was hesitant he could tell but he didn't care he needed to talk to her. So without giving her chance to make excuses or slam the door in his face he stepped over the threshold and stood by her side. Not wanting to be a complete jerk he stopped and waited till she looked up at him.
Looking up at him she knew he wasn't here to hurt her and she heard the eagerness in his voice when he told her he needed to talk, it was obviously important. So with one hand still on the door she motioned him inside.