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Gabriella

I think my dad was a skeptic when I told him that I wanted to go help the boys. I knew that that's what prospects were for, but I really didn't want my shit to get broken. I had my guitar, an almost new Canon camera, and my Macbook in the backseat, not to mention breakable objects like perfume and shit that was in my room back in Tacoma.

I leaned down to collect my laptop bag, guitar, and camera case. I was kind of uncomfortable because I knew that a slip of my tanned torso had become visible from my shirt riding up. I watched Juice and Kipp struggling to try to get my dad's bike out of the back, but they got it.

When I walked back into the shop, Gemma was standing in the doorway laughing, shaking her head.

"What's up?" I asked her.

"The way those boys watched you walk away," she said, making me immediately feel self-conscious. "Hap's going to have their little heads if they even try to make a move. I know Juice already got the look from him."

This was going to be harder than I thought. I faked a laugh, sort of agreeing with Gemma, and walked up to the dorm room that had been designated for me and Pops. When I put the stuff in the corner of the room, I walked back downstairs to see him sitting at the bar.

"Hey kid," he said. "C'mere."

"What's up, dad?" I asked him, sitting on the stool next to him.

"We're going to get all of your school shit sorted through tomorrow. Get you registered." He took a long pull from his beer.

"You're taking me right?" I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Well," I said. "Just please don't wear your cut. Please Daddy."

"Why?" His eyebrows scrunched together.

"Because...I don't want to be called a biker whore at this school too. Yeah, I don't give a fuck about the people who say it, but I don't feel like getting suspended because I broke noses from it."

Happy

I had to smile. The kid was actually trying not to get into a fight, even though I knew that she would beg me to let her fight in the ring with the prospect or something. That was one thing the kid got from me. She didn't take shit from anybody, even family. She did, however, get her temper from her mother. I was the one who always acted calm, not matter what, even if I was about to kill someone. Gab on the other hand, she was like her mother. Shortest fuckin' fuse I'd ever come across. It was pretty funny to watch her going off with her temper, but she could and would hurt some bitches. I taught her how to fight, with the help of Kozik. He let her beat the shit out of him to really train. I knew that she wouldn't hit me, no matter what, and I couldn't fuckin' hit my own kid, so I had him provoke her so badly that she ended up demanding to take him to the ring, to which he smiled. She'd say some things to him on the way up to the ring, piss Koz off, then the fight would be basically even.

"Sure, kid," I said.

"Thanks, pops," she smiled and kissed my cheek. "I'm going to change and take a run. Don't wanna be getting fat at the party tonight."

I laughed and shook my head as she ran outside to grab one of the bags with her clothes in it. She came back in and danced up the stairs, iPod headphones dangling in her hand.

Juice

I watched her running off of the lot. She had a rather large tattoo on the right side of her torso. It was a huge lily in memorial for her mother. Happy had been out talking to me and the prospect. She waved goodbye to him, something I hadn't been expecting. Happy never struck me as the type of guy who would get the award as World's Best Father, but that assumption was wrong. It was very wrong. I could tell that he loved his daughter and he never wanted anything to happen to her that would hurt her, and he would be the first person to pop a cap in someone's ass.

Hap looked at me. "Follow her," he said. "Make sure she's okay. But if you lay a single finger on her," he poked me in the chest, "I'll fucking kill you."

"Sure, Hap," I said, not showing the sign of fear that I had.

I hopped on my bike and began to tail her, catching up with her quickly. I hung back a little bit so that she wouldn't hear the roar of my bike over her iPod. She kept a good, steady pace for a while, to the Charming limits, and then back to Teller-Morrow. I couldn't help but stare at her ass on the way there, and on the way back.

I parked my bike as she walked into the clubhouse, taking her headphones out. Hap walked over to me,

"Everything go okay?" he had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

"Yeah," I said taking my sunglasses off, since the sun was beginning to set.

"Good," Hap smiled...actually smiled. "Let's go to that party. Some fine looking ass in there." He clapped a hand on my shoulder as we walked into the clubhouse.