Sons Of Anarchy Fan fiction

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Prologue

She looked around as she chose her next tool. Pacing herself, she slowly cut into his cheek. It always cracked them. She looked at her latest victim; he was hanging from a hook in the middle of the room, gagged of course. He watched fearfully as she walked towards him. Well, she was a hired hand paid to kill whoever someone wanted dead, for right price and was never traced. She was very expensive but worth the money.

Her phone rang and the song 'Everything' by Michael Bublé filled the room. She took it out of her pocket and saw the number. It was her friend Happy.

"Hey, Hap. What's up?" she said as she took the knife she was holding and cut into her victims arm. She heard a muffed and Happy heard it through the phone as well.

"Are you working now?" he asked, taking a second muffled scream and her giggling as his answer. "Look, I need a favour for the club."

She sighed when he said that. Happy already owed her a favour. "What is it this time?" she asked as she walked over to her tools. She placed her knife on the table and looked at the others: the blunt switch blade took her fancy. She picked it and moved back to hover around her victim.

"I can't tell you over the phone. I need you here in Charming." Happy said as he looked around at clubhouse. It was empty apart from Clay and Tig, who were sitting on the couches watching Happy on the phone.

She sighed again, "I won't agree to anything till I hear what it is."

"I know." Happy replied. She walked around and cut into her victims back. A thirds muffed scream filled the room.

"I'll be there in two days' time. Best I can do." That brought a smile to Happy's face. Which freaked Clay and Tig out just a bit. This was because Happy rarely smiled and when he did it was usually because of a kill or when he had great news. When Happy had said he knew a person with no ties to the club and was an expert in torture, and how they could make a person unrecognizable, the whole club thought this guy must be tough. They couldn't be more wrong

"Good see you then." Happy said.

She smirked and closed her phone before walking to the front of her victim, heels clicking on the ground. Smiling at him, she lifted his face and looked him in the eye. "Men, they're always calling at the wrong time and always wanting a favour. Now where were we?" she asked before realizing she hadn't cut anything off yet. She grabbed his left hand, his wedding finger shining in the light, and then cut it off with the blunt switch blade.

"Should have never beat up on those women, you piece of shit." She said and then spat in his face. This man had beaten, raped and murdered six innocent women. His latest victim had luckily survived the savage attack. She was engaged to him and when her father, a big time mob boss, found out his little girl was marrying this piece of shit that had already killed six women before meeting his little girl, he had hired the best torturer in the business to take care of him.

"It's done. They will be here in two days' time." Happy informed Clay and Tig.

"Hap, this guy is really good?" Tig asked as he was wondering why the club killer couldn't do it.

Happy nodded and took a sip of his drink. "Yeah, my friend can do things that I can't. Some things that even give me the creeps." Happy shuddered as he thought about the first time he watched her work. Everything had been carefully calculated, every cut, every punch. Right down to the second she had chosen to shot him though the heart. And she didn't get a single drop of blood on her.

The body was finally buried. She lit a cigarette as she walked to her red Ducati 848. When she reached her bike, she pulled her phone from her pocket and called the man who hired her. "It's done." She said and took a drag from her smoke.

"Good. I'll put the rest of the money in your account. Did you get pictures?"

She took another drag from her smoke. "Yeah I did. Your guy on is on his way with them."

"Excellent. It was a please doing business with you."

With that the phone call ended. She took a moment to look up at the night sky and think to herself. "Maybe I should get out of this life. Find a nice person and fall in love. Have a few kids. Stay in one place." A voice in the back of her head said.

"You would miss the thrill too much. Living on the road and not answering to anyone but yourself. And there's always a new scumbag to kill." A second voice countered. With a sigh she dropped her smoke and stomped it out. She got on her bike and put on her hamlet. It was going to be a long ride to Charming and the road called to her.

S-O-N-S-O-F-A-N-A-R-C-H-Y

Happy heard the Ducati long before he saw it. He knew it was her so he went into the Clubhouse to hide and watch the action on the monitors. Happy knew that she would be pissed off when she figured out that he hadn't told the guys she was a woman.

She pulled up into a parking lot where a few of the club members stopped to look. She was wearing tight jeans with black, six inch boots and a black singlet under with her leather jacket over the top. She switched of her bike and took off her hamlet, and shock out her long blonde hair after taking out her hair tie. She was five foot, seven inches tall without the heels and quite petite. At the moment she had no make-up on, aside from the red lipstick she sore, which happened to match the red of her nails and her bike.

Tig was the first person who approached her. "What can I do for you, Doll?" he said as he eyed her.

She rolled her eyes. "Men" she thought to herself. She pulled out a cigarette and lit it before taking a long drag. "I'm here to see Happy." She informed him as she blew the smoke out of her mouth. She still had her Australian accent despite having spent the majority of her life in the United States.

"Well, doll, he's little busy at the moment but if you want to give someone some comfort then I'm up for it." Tig reached out to touch her and in that moment she had grabbed his hand and flipped him over so that he landed hard on the cermet with a bang. She placed her heel of her show on his neck and took another drag from her cigarette like it was no big deal. As she did so, she spied the Sergeant-at-Arms patch on his kutte and clicked who he was. The majority of the club had been watching and seeing their brother lying on his back, they began to come over.

"Wouldn't come closer if I were you." She said as she pressed her heel into his throat. Upon seeing this they stopped and she stopped digging her heel in.

"I'm sorry about this about this, Tiggy, but Happy has done this to me before. First time it was funny. The second time not so much. The third time was not at all funny. Oh, you must be wondering why I know your name. Happy told me about you." She stopped talking long enough to take another drag of her smoke. "Now, Happy you son of bitch, get your ass out here now or your 'Brother' is going to get my heel in his throat and since you have seen me do this kind of thing to a guy before, I would come forward. Now."

Happy made it through the crowd of Sons in that moment. "You can stop now." He said from behind her. She said nothing as she took her heel off Tig's throat, she then dropped her smoke and stomped it out before turning and throwing her arms around Happy. When she finally stopped hugging him, she punched him hard in the arm. "I told you never to that ever again."

Tig, who had gotten back to his feet with the help of Bobby and Chibs, stormed up to the pair. "Do you mind telling us who the fuck this crazy bitch who just that tied to kill me." He snapped.

"I wasn't going to kill you. At least not in these shoes. Anyway, I'm Cassandra or Cass for short. Hap called me a couple of days ago saying that you guys needed a favour."

"Wait, you the friend that can do unspeakable things that scare even him?" Juice asked as he walked up to the women. Each of the men happened to be thinking the same thing as this petite woman looked like she couldn't hurt a fly.

"Yep that's me. Anyway, Happy and I need to get coffee and someone need to get my bags." She said and pointed to the bags on the side of her bike. Without hesitation Happy called Half Sack over to get her bags. He then put his arm over Cass's shoulders and guided her to the clubhouse. Piney, Opie, Juice, Chibs, Bobby watched the pair go. Clay was off speaking to Unser and Jax was seeing Tara at work. Gemma, who had been watching from the office, walked over to the group

"Who's the bitch with Happy?" She asked.

"She's doing a favour to the club." Opie said.