Hello everyone! This is my first fanfiction story and it's about my favorite Sons character, Happy. I've had this idea in my head for a while and finally decided to jot it down on paper. Here we go.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the universe of the Sons of Anarchy. Things you don't recognize are mine.
"How many times do I have to tell you?! I'm done with you. You think that you can do anything to me and I'll just let it slide? Well I've done that for the last 27 years of my life. No more. Leave right now. Please."
Kyle Marsden had finally cracked. Her whole life she had done everything everybody else wanted her to. When she had married right out of high school, she was the perfect wife. She was the perfect daughter, the perfect person. Right now, she was far from perfect. Her life was in shambles and she had no idea how it had gotten this way. Standing in front of her was a very angry biker. A biker by the name of Happy Lowman.
Kyle Marsden was not happy with her life right now; not that she was really happy with her life before, but now not so much. Her husband Joseph Marsden was an esteemed lawyer in the town Oakland, California and had decided to uproot her from the glorious house to move to the dismal town of Charming, California. She didn't want to go, but seeing as she always did everything he wanted without complaint, she packed up her house and set to drive off to Charming.
"My car has completely crapped out on me and Joseph isn't picking up his phone Mother" Kyle rolled her eyes as she walked back and forth through the rocky terrain in her Louboutin's. Her Lincoln Navigator was smoking at the front and she was 30 minutes out from Charming on a deserted road. She tried calling her husband 7 times before she conceded and called a local automotive shop and then her mother, Lucille Rhodes.
"I'm sure he's just in an no service zone, honey. The tow truck will be there soon and you'll be fine. Just make sure you have a cardigan on." Her mother chimed through the other end of the phone.
"Mom, it's 92 degrees outside."
"Yes, but you don't know what kind of man is going to be driving that tow truck. Best to be safe rather than sorry."
Kyle sighed and rolled her eyes. It was just like her mom to look down on people who had honest working jobs and weren't doctors or lawyers, or even accountants. Kyle looked up from her phone and thankfully saw the aforementioned tow truck driving up towards her.
"Listen mother, the tow truck is here. I'll talk to you later. I love you, bye."
She was so excited for the tow truck to finally be here. She was hot and sweaty, and more than a little frustrated that her husband was not answering his phone leaving her stranded in the middle of nowhere. The man driving the tow truck parked, stepped out of the truck, walked right past her and immediately began to hitch her car to the back of the truck without saying anything to her. When he was finished he got back into the drivers side and closed the door. Kyle wasn't sure what to do and stood there silently.
"Are you coming?" a gruff voice came through the window and she hurriedly got into the passenger seat of the truck. Kyle had never been in this type of situation before and didn't really know what to say or do. She looked over at the man driving the tow truck; he was bald and had a snake tattoo on his head. He had many other tattoos down his arms and she was sure he had more hidden underneath his shirt. She also noticed he was wearing a leather vest with a big reaper on the back and SONS OF ANARCHY written across the top. He did not look happy, and he looked pretty dangerous.
Kyle sighed and rested her head against the window looking at her phone again to make sure she hadn't missed any calls from Joseph. Nothing. She sighed again thinking about the situation she was in. Joseph had driven up to charming with the movers a week ahead of her so he could get everything situated before she got there so she wouldn't have to worry about anything. The idea seemed nice but she knew it wasn't really for her benefit. He told her to call him if she needed anything and when she really did need something, he couldn't be bothered to answer his phone. She sighed again and closed her eyes.
"Quit doing that." The gruff voice spoke to her, and Kyle opened her eyes to look at him. His eyes were glued to the road.
"Quit doing what?" Kyle asked with her bros furrowed
"Quit sighing. It's fucking annoying." The driver of the tow truck said with his eyes still glued to the road.
Kyle was a little taken aback at that statement. Her family didn't really swear growing up and her husband didn't really either.
"I-I'm sorry." She said not wanting to get on this guys bad side considering they had another 20 minutes until they got to Charming. She heard him grunt in response and she took that as an acceptance.
She looked down at her phone again and decided to text Joseph where she would be at once he looked at his phone. She closed her eyes again and hoped to get to the automotive shop soon.
They pulled up to Teller-Morrow Automotive Repair around 30 minutes later and Kyle noticed that it really didn't look like any automotive repair shop she had been to. There were tons of motorcycles parked outside and scantily clad girls walking through different doors. She wasn't exactly sure if she had called the right place. There was only one automotive shop in Charming so this place had to be it. The man parked the truck and they both got out.
"Go in the office and find Gemma." The man said to her before he started yelling at two other guys to help him.
Kyle looked around and felt really out of place. She was wearing a ruffled turquoise blouse tucked into a black pencil skirt with her 4 inch Christian Louboutin heels and Kendra Scott jewelry pieces with her Coach purse and Prada sunglasses. She stuck out like a sore thumb. Many of the men seemed to notice her and whistled which made her feel a little uncomfortable. She didn't really like dressing the way she did, but Joseph liked it so she wanted to make him happy. Not that he really paid attention to her anyway. She took a deep breath and headed towards what she though was the office.
She knocked on the door before she entered and a lady in her mid-50's looked up at her and stood up. God, she hadn't even talked to this lady and she was already intimidated. She was wearing tight black jeans with leather boots, a low cute top and a leather jacket to match, not to mention the tattoo on her breast and the bold blonde streaks running through her hair. Kyle also noticed a long scar that was right in the valley of her breasts, heart surgery probably.
"So, you were the one who was stranded in the desert I'm guessing?" Kyle couldn't find the words to speak and the lady raised her eyebrows. " I'll take your silence as a yes and if you could sit down, we can start filling out the paperwork."
It took Kyle a couple seconds before she could for a complete sentence. "O-Of course. I'm sorry." She said as she sat down in the chair the lady had offered her. "I'm Kyle Marsden, and yes, I was the one who got stranded. I'm moving here with my husband Joseph and he got here last week with the movers and sent for me to come down and he told me to take my car to the dealers to get it checked, but of course, I didn't and now I'm stuck here," Kyle could feel herself rambling but it was a nervous habit and she couldn't stop once she started. "and my husbands not answering his phone and I don't know anybody here and I don't even know where my new house is-"
"I only need to know what kind of car you have." The lady said interrupting her.
"A Lincoln Navigator." Kyle said looking down.
The lady pursed her lips and started typing on her computer. "Well I guess once you start talking you don't stop, huh?" Kyle just looked at her silently slightly embarrassed. "I'm Gemma."
Kyle smiled slightly. "Hello Gemma."
It was near 5:30 before Joseph showed up at the shop. He had finally answered his phone after a record breaking 25 calls. Kyle could have been dead for all he knew and he couldn't be bothered to pick up the phone. Kyle had been sitting at one of the picnic tables after finding out there was a hole in her piston and she needed a new engine, which had to be ordered.
"I am so sorry sweetie." Joseph said walking towards her with his arms open. He was dressed in his usual suit. Black, double breasted with two buttons, just the way he liked it.
Kyle stood up and let Joseph come to her as he wrapped her in a hug that she didn't return. Joseph could sense she was mad at him and he let her out of his hold and tilted her chin to look up at him.
"I was in some very important meetings today so I put my phone on silent. Don't be mad okay?" he said with his puppy dog eyes. He was gorgeous and could get away with anything. He used his puppy dog eyes and his good looks to charm her into whatever he wanted. "You know that if I knew you were having car troubles I would have came to get you."She smiled slightly at him and looked at the man who had came and got her. Happy, Gemma had said his name was. Kyle has laughed at first and thought it was a joke. She then found out it was his actual name and thought that it was a very ironic his mother had named him Happy. She saw him staring at her from the other side of the lot. She gave him a close lipped smile and he nodded at her. She had given him a very big tip of $100 to say thank you. Her husband should have been there, not him.
Joseph has ushered her into his Audi And they had driven about ten minutes before they had gotten to their new house. It was pretty small compared to their home in Oakland and she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. She was very used to the lavish life she had lived in Oakland and she had a feeling they would be downgrading here in Charming. Sure, she would rather be more comfortable wearing jeans and a t-shirt than in heels and a skirt, but she would rather those jeans be True Religions and the shirt from Bloomingdales.
Joseph led her inside and helped her with her bags that they had transferred from her SUV.
"So what do you think? It's nice right? I mean sure it's not what we're used to, but this is a small town and they don't have the place to accommodate our usual living standards." He said smiling leading her to their living room
Kyle assessed the decorating. It was way too modern. She liked more traditional styles and comfort and he didn't care what the house looked like as long as he wasn't bothered by any asking of his whole house had been decorated to the modernized style and she wondered who did it. Their usual interior designer, Christine Hudson, had a house she was working on and had respectfully declined the proposition of decorating their new much smaller house. Christine also knew she didn't like modern.
"I know you'll make friends here, this is a small town and Jacob is very popular and-"
"Who decorated the house?" Kyle asked interrupting him.
"I'm sorry?" Joseph asked staring at her.
"You heard me."
"Umm, I did." He said averting his eyes to look out the window.
"You did. Are you sure?" She asked narrowing her eyes at him.
"Well of course I had some help from Sophia." He countered.
Kyle saw red. "Are you kidding me Joseph?! You said she was done; and now you have her decorating my house? OUR house?!" She was breathing heavily and tears were threatening to fall.
Joseph walked towards her with his arms out, "Kyle, listen to me sweetheart. She is done, but I wasn't just going to fire her and have no way for her to support herself. I've been very clear with her. Our relationship is nothing but professional now."
Kyle didn't know what to do. She was always in this position with him. If it wasn't his secretaries, then it was the neighbors. She hadn't really said anything the first few times but now she was starting to get frustrated. She didn't know what to do to keep him faithful to her. She has tried role playing and all he did was laugh and make a joke out if it, she tried porn and he stared at the girl on the tv more than her, and she had tried bringing someone else into the bedroom and that got her ignored while he proceeded to have a twosome with the other girl. He had once told her that she was lucky to have married him and that anyone else would be grateful no matter how many people he slept around with.
"I just want to be enough for you." She said as her tears fell, and with that, she walked into 'their' room and shut the door.
She woke up the next morning around 8 to find Joseph sleeping next to her. She had hoped he took the hint and slept on the couch but Joseph never did well with hints, or commands. He usually just did whatever he wanted to anyways. She sighed and got ready for the day. She was going to change the whole decor of the house and it was going to take more than just a few house. She curled the ends of her hair and put on a light dust of makeup before putting on a grey v-neck shirt, a pair of boyfriend shorts, and a pair of Steve Madden sandals. She grabbed her Coach bag and Prada sunglasses and by 9 had left the house taking Joseph's Audi.
She decided to stop by Teller-Morrow to check on her car. In truth, she really didn't want it to be fixed. Joseph had bought her the SUV in hopes that they'd have kids to fill it with soon after. Unfortunately, the probability of her having kids was very low according to the best gynecologist is the state. Multiple invitro sessions and 3 miscarriages had solidified that statement. To say that her not being able to have kids had put a strain on their marriage was an understatement. They had stopped having sex for a solid 8 months with the reasoning that sex was to make babies, and if she couldn't have babies, there was no point in have sex. After that, it was only on occasion that they had sex.
As she pulled into the driveway she saw Happy walking across the lot. She had to admit that she did find him attractive once she really got to look at him. Sure, he wasn't the usual type she went for, but there was something that was really alluring to her although she did find him to be scary.
She parked the car and walked almost halfway to the office before she was stopped.
"Your car ain't done yet. Even with the overnight shipping, we still have to install it and it's 9:30 in the morning." Happy told her.
She smiled, "I was just coming to check. I kind of stole my husbands car and I don't like driving his around too much."
Happy looked at her. When he first saw her, he thought she was going to be snob. That's how most girls that dressed liked her were. Uptight and frigid. He knew she was scared of him as they drove to TM from the highway, he had dropped her off with Gemma and hadn't expected to hear from her again, but she had walked right up to him and thanked him for picking her up and had give him a $100 bill. He supposed she was all right after that, and she wasn't bad to look at either. She had a nice rack, probably DD, and had a pretty face with olive skin and brown hair. She didn't have much of an ass and was carrying just a little weight one her, but she wasn't fat and he was more of a boob guy anyway. He'd definitely hit that if he ever got the chance. Not that he would with her prick ass husband. He couldn't believe a husband would make his wife call 25 times before he picked up. Not that he was the sensitive type, but come one.
"I'll try to get it finished by this afternoon. The part came in around 8. You're lucky." He said and with that, he walked away from her and into the garage.
Kyle smiled again and walked to her car.
