DISCLAIMER! I only own the OCs.

"We aren't messenger boys, ma'am. All do respect." Said the one with the hair, the sarcasm in his voice was just an underlying tint to the seriousness of her request.

Chelsea stuck her hand out in his direction, "I didn't mean any disrespect by my request. My name's Chelsea Lowman. I believe you know my brother?" Once the end of her questioned had left lips, it became apparent that the man was not going to accept her hand by the guarded look that filled his eyes, bracing himself for any hidden agenda that she may have. So she let it fall as she held eye contact with the man who was trying to read her intentions in looking for her so called brother, she briefly wondered if her brother had ever mentioned her to any of these men. The two didn't break eye contact even throughout the sounds of choking and sputtering erupted from next to them at the mention of her name. It was something she had grown accustom to as a little girl.

"Whoa whoa whoa. Yer tellin' us that somethin' as pretty as ya is related to somethin' as ugly as Happy?" There was that panty dropping voice that caused Chelsea to subconsciously bite her lip again. If she had to guess based on the fact that the front of his shirt was soaked, it was the mysterious man that had choked on his cold beer when Chelsea told them her name.

"That's exactly what I'm telling you." She smirked. It was at this moment that two bikes came flying into the lot, barely dodging the three women. Bridget and Rachael dived behind the two men that were standing with them while Chelsea just stood her ground, refusing to back down in the face of danger. She looked over to see that one guy was sporting a mohawk with head tattoos while the other had short curly blonde hair on top of his head.

"Your brother's name is Happy?" Looking back to her friends, she smiled at Bridget.

"Yeah, don't ask me why." Glancing back to the men, Chelsea tried again. "Can you please get in contact with my brother? It's urgent."

"Did I hear someone say Happy?" Looking the opposite direction, Chelsea saw the guy with the mohawk approaching. The two men she had been talking to both nodded their heads. "He's on his way down. Oh and sorry about that.. Halfsack hasn't gotten the whole 'avoid running over people' thing down very well yet." He smiled, while gesturing to the bikes behind him before leaning in and whispering to Chelsea not so quietly, "We think it's his lack of meat intake."

"Fuck you, dude!" The one who had almost ran her over snapped, jumping on the cute guy sporting the head tattoos.. Chelsea just laughed while stepping over them as they had their little wrestling match in the middle of the lot. Some of the other guys who were lingering about started to gather around to see who might win, but Chelsea had no interest in that at the current moment.

"No offense, ma'am. But why didn't you just go find your brother yourself?"

Chelsea motioned to the bigger gentleman to follow her as she made her way over to a picnic table and away from the crowd of onlookers. "Can I know your name?"

"Bobby." He said gruffly, signaling the other man to stay back with the other two girls.

"Bobby, I've never turned a blind eye to what my brother does. I know who he is and I know what his beloved club does." She sat down, motioning him to sit with her as she rearranged her top, giving him a small peak at the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. "I'm a very resourceful woman. Even with the absence of contact between Happy and I in the last four years, I've kept up with his life. I just need to warn him about some things and then I'll be on my way."

Bobby starred at the woman, "You're about to turn things all kinds of sideways by being here. I can already tell." He stood, still looking at her intently.

"I have to take my friends to a hotel. Any recommendations?" She asked, politely. Chelsea was trying hard to ignore his questioning gaze as to what trouble she may have brought here with her.

"There's a hotel on the edge of town. It ain't nothing special, but it's what our small town has to offer."

He turned to walk away from her again and she figured he wasn't gonna stop this time so she got up and followed him. "Chelsea! Can we stay? Charming is so cute!" Bridget giggled, skipping over to her.

Rachael jogged up behind the blonde, "Bridge, you haven't even seen the whole town. All you've seen is the inside of the gated lot."

"We didn't come here to stay, you know that." Chelsea deadpanned. At the concerned looks her friends were giving her, she looked away. Taking in everything around her. "I need a minute." Quietly slipped from her lips as she made her way back towards her car, hopping up on the ass end. What was she suppose to tell her brother? 'Oh hey, Hap. So your Angel is a prostitute and you were right about Daryl. He's crazy. I've seen him kill a man for just looking me up and down.. But now I've ran away and taken my half of everything so he's probably looking for me in hopes of killing me. So you should expect a visit from him. Just be prepared. Anyways, love you and I gotta go!' Somehow Chelsea doubted that was the way to go. He would have too many questions and would probably go through her things and find her little book and kill every man in there for touching his sister in such a degrading way.

She wasn't sure how long she had been sitting there, debating things in her head, when she heard quick and heavy footfalls heading her way. Looking up, she saw the guy with the mohawk jogging over to her, the reminants of a few trickles of blood going from his eyebrow to his broad jaw line. Chelsea quickly wiped a few stray tears from her cheeks before he could see them. "Hey, you alright?"

"Just got alot on my mind." She smiled, "I'm sure you can relate." He gave her a hesitant nod before she continued, "Anyways, I'm Chelsea, Happy's sister."

"I'm Juice." He said with a shit eating grin slapped on his face that slowly started to fade away, "Can I ask you something?"

"You can ask. Doesn't mean you'll get an answer though." She smirked, hoping to keep the conversation on a light breezy note. She had enough heavy thoughts flowing through her head.

As Juice moved to sit next to her, Chelsea couldn't help but notice he had nice tone muscles in his arms. "You're in alot of trouble, aren't you?" When Chelsea didn't answer, he continued. "I can tell with the way your friends look at you and if you weren't in some kind of trouble.. You would have just went to your family instead of here."

She playfully shoved him, "You know, I bet people don't give you nearly enough credit." Chelsea didn't understand why she felt so comfortable with this stranger, but with him.. She felt like there was no reason for her to put on like she was something better then him like Daryl had taught her to do with anyone new. "So who won?" She smirked, leaning into him without even noticing she was doing so.

He laughed, "No one yet. Clay told us to save it for the ring tonight."

"What's tonight?" Chelsea asked, leaning away to glance up at him.

At this, Juice got a really confused look on his face causing her to laugh and poke him in the nose, earning her an elbow to the ribs before they both turned to look out at his friends and family within the club. "I honestly don't know. A celebration party of some sorts." He chuckled, slightly. "My guess is it has something to do with you showing up."

She hung her head low and whispered, "Trust me, this isn't something to celebrate." Chelsea heard the roar of a motorcycle coming closer and jerked her head up, looking around in a panic, "Is that him?"

Juice looked around and noticed all the other members bikes were lined up against the other side of the lot, "Yeah it is. How long has it been since you've seen him?" Juice asked in a whisper, afraid that if he asked it too loud she might go into complete freak out mode which was not something Juice knew how to handle.

"4 years." Chelsea answered, nervously wringing her hands together and kicking her feet back and fourth like she was on a swing.

Juice laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "He'll be happy to see you." He hoped his words of encouragement would calm the woman down atleast in the slightest, not wanting to face the wrath of Happy if thought there was a chance that Juice was the reason for his little sister's nervous break down.

Jumping off the trunk of her car, Chelsea gave him a sad look. "I doubt that." Turning towards the gate, she saw him ride in. He was wearing the same thing she remembered him to always wear. Baggy blue jeans, a white shirt, and his cut. He had dark shades covering his eyes as he passed her, Chelsea couldn't tell what he thought of her being here, but she knew he saw her and if him slamming on the brakes and jumping off his bike was any indication.. She had been right. "Give us a minute, Juice."

"Right." Juice said, hopping down and rushing back across the lot to where everyone stood, watching as one of the most dangerous men on the lot stormed over to the petite woman, whipping his glasses off somewhere in between point A and point B.

"I told you to never come back." Happy growled, stopping just a few feet from her. "What in the hell are you doing here?"

She swallowed hard, "Happy, I'm not here to stay. I just had to give you a heads up."

Happy just starred her down, holding his hand up in her face to stop her from going any further. "I don't have time for you to come in here and tell me any of that stupid bullshit about your happy little life with that piece of shit and if you're here to tell me you are marrying him. You ain't got my blessin'." He snarled, storming back the other direction.

Chelsea huffed loudly, looking around for something to throw when she spotted her keys in her hand. Before she even realized she had done it, she had nailed her brother in the back of the head. When he turned to look at her with an icy stare she choose that time to yell, "Would you just hear me out, you fucking asshole?"

"The way you heard Tia out? Or how about the way you heard me out before you slammed the God damn door in my face?" Happy yelled back.

Chelsea almost chuckled hearing Juice say, "I didn't know he was capable of talking this much at once."

Then there was, "Aye." In that sexy voice Chelsea didn't think she'd ever be able to get enough of.

"Look! I'm sorry! I was stupid to have left you, I'm sorry! But your hatred towards me doesn't change that I came here to warn you. So will you please just hear me out and then if you want me to.. I'll leave and you'll never see me again. You just have to say the word, Hap." She was almost pleading with him now and as much as he wanted to keep up his big bad biker appearance, Happy knew he still couldn't say no to his little Angel.

He slowly walked back over to her, standing closer then he did before. Not sure if he wanted his brothers to hear this information or not. "Talk."

"You were right about Daryl. He's missing a few screws in his head." Happy let out a small chuckle. Chelsea couldn't help but thank the heavens that her brother didn't know what she had become in life. "I left him and he's probably gonna be pretty pissed for more than one reason.. I was worried he'd come looking for you to get to me, so I just wanted to give you a heads up." She took a deep breath, not sure of what was going through her brother's head. "He's dangerous, Happy. Alot of connections out there, I crippled his means of doing anything for awhile before I left. So just keep your eyes open, okay?"

When he nodded his head, she took that as her cue to leave and went to her driver side door. "Is he gonna come after you?"

The question surprised her, she didn't expect him to care if Daryl came after her considering how she left all those years ago. "Eventually." Chelsea answered quietly, looking anywhere but at her big brother. All she wanted in that moment was to fall into her brother's arms and for him to never let go. She wished she could have her security blanket back, but Chelsea knew she had made that choice long ago and for now.. There was no taking it back.

"Where are you gonna go?" She went back to sit on her trunk, Happy leaning up next to her.

"Travel. I figure I can get them back to their families and have a good year or two of my life to live before he finally catches up to me." She leaned her head on his shoulder, her dark raven hair cascaded over his arm.

The two were quickly falling back into heir old habits, as Happy reached up to twirl the ends of her hair between his fingers. The siblings sat in silence for a few moments, their audience just watching them from across the lot until a woman came out of the automotive shop, ushering everyone into the clubhouse including Bridget and Rachael. The two had over heard her say, "Would you give them some damn privacy? You're as bad as some teeny little bitches."

Once everyone was inside, Happy turned to his sister. "Why do I feel like this is you telling me your last farewell, Chelsea?"

She starred down at her lap, not wanting to look him in the eye while she said her next words. "Cause that's probably exactly what this is, Happy." Jumping off her car she made her way towards where everyone had went. "I love you, big brother. And I'm so sorry I hurt you and didn't listen to you."

"I love you too, baby sister." He whispered so she couldn't hear him.

As Chelsea walked into the clubhouse, she saw Bridget hustling one of the guys at pool while Rachael sat at the bar. Walking up, Chelsea grabbed the shot out from under Rachael's hand. "I need this more than you, bitch."

Rachael just laughed, signaling the guy with the short blonde curls on his head to pour Chelsea another shot, "Aye aye, bitch." As the guy turned to walk away, Rachael noticed that unlike the other men his cut was bare except for the word 'Prospect'. "Hey, Prospect. You got a name?"

He addressed her as he filled the shot glass up one last time for Chelsea, "Halfsack."

Rachael started to giggle, "I'm not even gonna ask." She stuck her hand out, "I'm Rachael, this is Chelsea, and the one raping your friend at pool over there? Yeah. That's Bridget." He accepted her hand, holding it a few seconds too long.

"You ready to head to a hotel?" Chelsea directed to Rachael, not even acknowledging her introduction.

"What?" Rachael snapped, spinning in her seat to stare at her friend questioningly.

Chelsea didn't look away from the shot glass as she answered, "We're leaving."

"That wasn't the plan."

"It was always my plan." Chelsea murmured, throwing the shot back.

When she went to set the shot glass down, Rachael caught her by the wrist. "That's fucking bullshit. Roman and Nick didn't go through all that trouble to get you out if you were just going to be a sitting duck." Chelsea yanked her hand out of her best friend's grasp, "You said your brother would be able to protect you."

Chelsea inched in towards her slowly, threateningly. "I said we would go and see my brother then I would take you two back to your families. This is my problem and I will not ask my brother to take that on." The two girls were nose to nose, "You got a problem with that? Because if I remember correctly you weren't jumping for joy when your brother got tangled up with me cause of the danger that was Daryl, yet you'll wish that danger on my brother and his friends?" By now, Chelsea had inched so close she was nose to nose with Rachael.

"If we're about to have a cat fight.. Can we tape it?" Looking over, the two girls saw a man with striking grey hair stood watching them with a big smirk on his face, the woman she had seen outside was now standing beside him.

"Can I join in?"

"Ma, I don't wanna see that." Said a man with shaggy blonde hair, who saddled up right next to Chelsea. "Happy is waiting for you outside." He said, looking to Rachael.

"For her?"

"For me?" Rachael asked, quizzically as Chelsea looked in between the two. "Why?"

"He wants to know what is going on and he knows she won't tell him the truth." The blonde lazily hung an arm around Chelsea's shoulder as he shooed Rachael out of the clubhouse. "Halfsack, two beers." When the Prospect just stood there awkwardly, "Now, Prospect."

Chelsea just sat there unsure of what exactly was going on. She noticed Juice on a computer with the man with the grey hair standing over his shoulder, watching her. She looked to see Bridget stuffing a few bills in her bra while a man with wild black curls flirted with her relentlessly, next to them was the man with the voice leaning against the pool table. She wasn't sure where he was looking because he had pulled his dark glasses down to shield his dark eyes.

She slowly breathed the sight of him in as the blonde passed her an open beer. "Chibs."

Chelsea looked at the blonde strangely, "Excuse me?"

"The guy you've been starring at while biting your lip.. Yeah. His name is Chibs." He smiled coyly down at her, clinking his beer to her's.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She said, walking away from him hastily and over to a beat up dingy couch in the corner, quickly nursing her cold beer.

"Yeah, sure you don't." The blonde smirked, knowing he had ruffled her feathers as he watched her leave him standing alone.

"Jackie boy!" Looking over, he saw Chibs signalling him over to the pool table.

He couldn't help but smirk as he made his way over, noticing the man wasn't even looking at him, but looking off towards the far corner of the room where he knew Happy's mysterious sister had settled herself. "What's up, brother?"

"What's tha story on that one, Jax?"

Jax just started to laugh. "What is it with everyone? She's just Happy's sister. How much harm could she really do?" As the question left Jax's lips, he could hear how ignorant it was.

"With a body like that and tha fact that she's Happy's sister.. She could cause alotta harm." Chibs said, seriously. Turning to face his VP. "I know tha thoughts I've already had 'bout her and probably tha otha boys too. Wha makes ya think tha Happy is gonna green light that?"

Jax placed a heavy hand on his friend's shoulder, "I think if something happens, you keep your mouth shut about it. Because that girl is like a fucking cheetah. What she wants, she gets and she wants you." Jax turned to walk away as his friend went back to watching the young woman, intently. "Dude, stop making it so obvious."

With that said, Chibs turned and waltzed over to the bar in a weak attempt to distract himself from her. Put it was almost like she was a magnet.. Pulling him back with every step he took.

Across the room, Chelsea had felt the cushion give signalling that someone had sat beside her.. Not bothering to even glance their way, uninterested in whatever it is they may have to say. "See something you like?" As she let out a low sigh, Chelsea realized she couldn't just ignore the person and didn't want to offend her brother's friends. So finally she looked away from the bottle that was now tightly tucked between her knees, spotting the woman from earlier.

"You still referring to the cat fight?" Chelsea smarted off, hoping to just be left alone. If the truth was told, she was terrified as to what Rachael was telling Happy just outside the double doors that were only a few mere yards away from her.

The woman laughed lightly, "Well I was talking about the tall tan piece of Scotland pie over there, but if you wanna touch me, baby, go right ahead."

"Feed me some tequila and I just might." Chelsea purred, smiling. "The name's Chelsea."

"Gemma. I'd watch out for blondie over there, Tig'll take her mind to places that there ain't no coming back from."

Chelsea followed Gemma's gaze, seeing Bridget all cozied up with that same man. "Bridget's all about mind games. Those are what get her hot." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Juice, the blonde guy, and the old dude walk into a room and close the door. "So how do you fit in here?"

"The blonde? He's my son, Jax. He's the Vice President and Clay is my husband, the president." Gemma almost gushed out, obviously proud of the titles her family held.

Jax hadn't made it very far from where he left Chibs when he surveyed the room and noticed a woman had joined Chelsea on the couch, causing him to roll his eyes. "Jax. In here." Looking over Jax saw Juice ushering him and the grey haired man into a room off to the side.

"Okay. Her name's Chelsea Angel Lowman, she's 22. Been living in a loft in Vegas for the past 4 years with her boyfriend Daryl Christian where they spent the entire 4 years building the largest prostitute ring to ever see this side of the country." Juice rattled off the information as he read it. "She also owns a small apartment on the outskirts of town and she owns a Lincoln."

"Happy's sister is a prostitute?" The older man asked, amused by this sudden bit of information.

"Yep." Was all Juice said.

"Do you think he knows?" Jax asked.

"Doubtful. They haven't seen or spoken to each other since two days after she ran away when he tracked her down in LA." Juice said, knowingly.

Jax held older man's eyes for a moment, "So what do you wanna do, Clay?"

"What do you mean 'what do I wanna do'? I wanna get her back in her car and gone before Happy catches wind of this." As soon as the man had stopped talking they heard the commotion from outside.

"Sit the fuck down, Chelsea!"

"No! What the fuck did you tell him?"

"The truth. Something you stopped telling a long time ago." They heard Happy growl, before the church doors were flung open. "She ain't leaving." There was no sway to his voice, he was set firm in his words. Happy may not have been President or even second in command, but he was the only one no one wanted to cross willingly.

"Shit." Clay groaned, throwing his gavel onto the Reaper table.

"I know this guy, Pres." Happy started, shutting the church doors behind him. "He's killed for her, more times then she even knows.. And if he'll kill for her then he'll kill her for betraying him. I know his type and I know him."

Jax groaned as Clay started to speak, he should have known the man would have to find some kind of control in this situation without just giving in. "Happy, we don't know what she did to betray him.. He could be justified-"

"If you won't help me protect her, then I'll do it myself." Happy snarled, cutting the older man off. It was clear at that moment that either the club would help Happy protect his little sister or Happy would shed his cut and do this all by himself. No one feared that the man couldn't take care of his sister and himself, but he was a vital part to the club and as much as Clay didn't want to admit it.. He couldn't afford to lose the man.

Juice awkwardly sat back as Jax took his seat by Clay leaning over to whisper something in his ear. Clay sighed before clearing his throat, "We'll call a vote. One hour. Now go calm her down."

Juice quickly stood and rushed for the door, needing a drink and to clear his head. He knew Chelsea was in trouble, she had almost admitted it to him. The sight that played out before the four Sons was one probably worth millions. Chelsea had Rachael pinned to the ground, but Bridget was laying in the middle of them as some sort of shield, trying to protect her friend from her volatile friend. "It wasn't your fucking place to tell him shit. You don't even know him!" Chelsea growled, pulling Rachael's long hair.

Chibs, Bobby, Tig, and Halfsack all stood off to the side with shit eating grins on their faces. Gemma was trying to pull Chelsea off, with little to no progress, "Would one of you sons of bitches stop this?" She snapped, finally backing away from the three.. The matriarch had been left with no choice other than to accept defeat, something she didn't take kindly too.

"Someone has to have your best interest in mind since you fucking don't!" Rachael growled, squirming as Chelsea dug her nails into her arms. "Some people do actually care about you, you fucking bitch!" Rachael cringed as she felt Chelsea's nails break skin.

"Chelsea, stop!" Bridget huffed, trying to push the raven haired woman off them, causing her to drag her nails as Rachael squealed in pain.

As the four just stood there, almost frozen, Chibs, Bobby, and Tig finally joined in. Trying to pry the three apart as Halfsack just went back to the bar. "Ah, fer tha love of Christ, woman! Let go!"

Chelsea only answered by snapping down on the hand that wrapped around her bicep. "Owww!" Juice cringed, hearing Tig bellow out in pain. "The bitch bit me!"

Happy all of a sudden snapped out of it, "What did you just call her?" He growled, his eyes narrowing as he took a step towards the commotion.

"Sorry, man. But seriously! She drew blood." Tig was almost pouting as he held his hand up for proof. "You get her. I don't want none. If she was a hooker, I'd beat her." At that comment, all three girls stopped fumbling on the ground. Chelsea allowed Chibs to pull her away from the other girls so they could get up.

Chelsea felt the way her breath shallowed at feeling the man's arm around her waist, the way goose bumps rose on her neck as she felt his warm breath as he breathed out, and the way her mind started to get foggy as she took in his scent. Before she could get to lost in the way her body was reacting to this man, she shook him off, going to stand by Bridget as they all gave Tig an icy glare.

"What?" Tig questioned, backing away hesitantly. "Why are you looking at me like that?" When they didn't answer and started to circle in on him he tried another approach to the situation that was obviously not in his favor, "Happy? Wanna help me out and call your attack dog off?"

"Nuh uh." Was his gruff response.

"Did you just call me a dog?" Chelsea purred and as the question rolled off her lips, Tig made a break for the hallway with all three girls taking off after him.

"Somebody! Help!" Tig yelled just before a loud crash was heard followed by, "Hey hey hey! Watch where you put that heel! Oww! No no no! I'm sorry!"

Everyone cringed and walked outside as the yelps of pain got louder, the only person who questioned it was Gemma. "Is anyone gonna help him?" She whispered to her husband as she looked towards the hallway skeptically.

Clay just grinned, "Jax and I decided it was about time we gave back to the hookers."

Gemma spun on her heel, "You mean?" Collapsed out of her mouth at the same time Tig fell out the club house door with Bridget on top of him and her hands tightly around his throat..

This isn't where I wanted to stop it, but I wanted to update.. So here it is! Tell me what you think.