Every Croweater in the game wants to be the one that claims a son as their own. But to tame the untameable you have to be a special kind of bitch. No spent pussy whose gates open at every key card is gunna show a biker that they're different than the others. That was the problem. They weren't different. Every crow eater was tainted with desperation and cum from atleast 3 different sons the previous night and nobody wanted to take that trash home. But the stupid little gashes never picked up on that. They're greedy little paws were set on claiming the one and only Happy loweman. With an unbelievable body built behind bars, and the daunting fear he instilled, girls were busting at the seams to call the Tacoma Killer "theirs". But happy only had one weakness when it came to women. And that one weakness had coppery blonde hair and bright green eyes.
Motorhead blasted out of the open windows as the lime green cuda pulled into the station's parking lot. With a loud BANG Rowan slammed the door shut as she got out. Her shaded eyes scanned across the empty parking lot as she approached the police station. "hey row" the deputies sweet voice was laced with apology. No doubt because it was 8 am and she was at the station for the 3rd consecutive time this month. She nodded in acknowledgement as she followed him to the holding cells. Annoyance bubbled under her skin at the sight of her sister slumped against the wall. Her leather skirt hiked up to an indecent level and the entirety of her lace clad boobs exposed. Her coppery blonde hair was tangled beyond saving. After benny opened the door Rowan took the cup of water resting on the floor and splashed it on the poor girl. Roxanne shrieked at an unnecessary volume and jumped up. "let's fucking go"Rowan growled. After 30 minutes of utter nonsense they were leaving. Roxanne was nothing but talk as they walked down the stairs. "Will you shut the fuck up" Rowan hissed turning to her sister. Roxanne scowled. "No rox, I'm so fucking sick if coming to bail you out. You're fucking 25 years old I'm not your mother" she said. Rowan couldn't help but notice the line of bikes that had appeared next to her cuda, atleast 4 men all leather clad with the words sons of anarchy across their backs. Roxanne crossed her arms like a rebellious teenager. "don't be jealous sis." Rowan laughed "you think im jealous of some std riddled biker whore? We might be twins but even my standards aren't as low as yours" roxanne swung her hand but Rowans fingers locked around her wrist before she could make contact. Rowans other hand went to her sisters throat. "do you really want them to see you get your ass handed to you" she growled as Rox whimpered beneath her grasp. Throwing her sister's hand out of her grasp she turned to see a few of the bikers leaned against her car. One had blonde hair that was slicked back with a matching goatee, Jax, she assumed because of the president patch. The other had kinky black hair and a hooked nose. The way his eyes undressed her she assumed it was Tig. The other two stood on either side of her car. The one on the passenger side was built pretty thickly with long graying hair and matching beard. None of them scared her or even brought any emotion to the surface. Except for when she met the dark bottomless eyes of the pillar of the man that stood on the drivers side. A snake tattoo wrapped around his bald head, his weathered face was stone cold stoic not letting anything show. He oozed intimidation and it sent a chill up her spine, as their gazes locked, Rowan stumbked forward suddenly 145 pounds heavier as her sister jumped onto her back, clawing at her. Reaching an arm around her back she grabbed roxannes body and flung her to the ground. Roxanne landed a kick to Rowans core as she slammed against the ground. Rowan climbed on top of her sister and landed blow after blow onto her blotchy face. But as rox moved her head to the left Rowans fist came down on the concrete splitting her knuckles Rowan let out a grunt of pain and she saw nothing but red. The fear in her sister's eyes was unmistakeable. Standing up she held out a shaking hand to her battered sister who instantly took it and stood up. They didn't hate eachother. But they fought like enemies. They both had some pretty hefty anger issues and she knew one of them would end up dead if they didn't stop. Rowan turned back to the men sitting on her car. "get the fuck up" she growled and they mockingly oohed at her. She was 5 foot 6 inches of tanned legs and toned figure. She had the same coppery blonde hair as her sister and her green eyes had spikes of blue in them. Aside from her bloody hand, Her appearance screamed 'girl next door'. Not exactly intimidating. She rolled her eyes at them and took a step forward "you alright doll"Jax said glancing at roxy. "peachy keen baby" her sister drawled on. He looked rowan up and down before him and tig stood up. As tig stepped around her she couldn't help but gag at the sensation of his body brushing hers. "let me help you clean up"he cooed. The smell of pussy and booze washing over her. "I dont need your kind of help" She pushed him away from her and approached the driver's door. The dark eyed heathen still standing there. "out of the way lurch" she growled, he didn't move. Bottomless eyes bore into hers and she narrowed her gaze at him. Challenging him. "see you around girl" his gravely voice surprised her as he strode away from her. "doubt it" she growled and climbed in.
The ride through town was filled with anger and resentment toward her twin sister. Roxanne had nothing else to offer the world so she fell into bed with every biker who smirked at her. She was a Croweater desperate to be someone's old lady. It was pathetic, falling onto your knees at the snap of a finger, how her sister could do that, She just didn't understand. But it wasn't her business. Her sisters an adult and could do whatever she wanted. Rowan had her own life to attend to, and a boyfriend to get back to.
After running a few errands Rowan pulled into her driveway, Ashtons suped up audi was still in the garage which was bizarre. Today was tuesday, he should be at work. Hell so should she but she called out. Climbing out of the Cuda she slowly made her way to the front door. Seeing that it was already open she grew alarmed. Her mind instantly started running away with horrible thoughts. Tip toeing through the house she grabbed a knife (just incase) and kept going. It's then she noticed the trail of clothes on the floor that she realized what was going on. "Mother fucker" she hissed dropping the knife, there was no telling what would happen if she caught him in the act and had a knife in her hand. kicking open her bedroom door. Ashton looked up from in between some bottle blondes legs. "baby" he started and Rowan punched him across the face, her hand tangled in the sluts hair and she dragged her through the house, Ashton was right behind her as she threw the girl down the front stairs. She didn't hear anything Ashton said as he followed her through the house. She was just focused on finding her baby. The rapid clawing on the closet door made her see red "you put him in a fucking closet" she yelled at Ashton. Opening the door the mass of grey muscle bounded towards the poor excuse for a man tearing into his arm. "horus" she breathed and he followed her out of the house and into the car. This day just couldn't get any fucking better. In the matter of three hours her life had fallen apart.