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Gun toting, mean, angry, terrifying. There were many words that could be used for the men dressed in black, dressed to kill. Abel, he wasn't a bad boy, he wasn't a golden child but he was a good hearted person. He was loyal, and loved deeply. He had dead aim, trained to shoot his Smith and Wesson .45 since he was only 13 years old. A gift from Clay and Gemma, a little protection. Sliding his guns into the holster underneath his cut, his normal eyes, happy and easygoing, now darkened and hardened, anger and murderous. Jax looked over at his son, worried he was to emotionally charged to do this, then he realized, they all were.
Abel mounted his bike riding next to Happy, he knew this was going to make or break him. This wasn't him being told to do something stupid like mop the floor or clean the bathroom, he did that shit at home. Abel's mind began to drift slowly but surly back to where it belonged, with Lucy. She was his, she didn't like it, and would never accept it, but she was his. Abel was head strong, stubborn, and addictive, just like his mother, Abel had an addictive personality. He wanted to scream at Tig for all the times he would pay him to keep boys away from Lucy, but then he wanted to laugh because little did Tig know, each guy he paid Abel to handle; that only brought him one step closer to Lucy.
"You ready little killah?" Happy laughed yelling over the sound their bikes made. Abel only nodded. Not sure if he answered if he would vomit or sound overly excited.
When Abel was 8 and Lucy was 7, Tig left for the weekend to go visit his other two daughters. Dawn and Fawn hated the fact that Lucy stayed with him, and they never saw him, Lucy hated the fact they had a mother. Abel was sitting at the kitchen table watching Tara as she braided Lucy's curly black hair. He was angry that she was getting all that attention. He wanted some too, so he stood up walked over and shove Lucy to the floor and yelled to get away from his mother. Well it actually was his bitch. Jax decided at the moment to walk in through the door Gemma steps behind. She bought Lucy a new doll, knowing her father for some reason wouldn't let her play with them, only to drop it upon hearing Abel's little out burst and thought it was the funniest thing in the world. Jax decided right then and there it was time to pull his son aside and attempt a grown up conversation. Attempt being the key word.
"What are you thinking about?" Happy whispered when he and Abel were stocking their prey outside his house two hours outside of Charming, Tig only a few feet behind him. Shaking his head he couldn't help but smirk. "When I shoved Lucy." Tig growled in response. That was the only time another man would ever lay hands on his child and live to speak about it. Happy laughed and smirked. "Out of everything, my favorite was when Tigger called me flipping begging me to kill this five year old kid because he caught his four year old daughter playing doctor."
Five year old Abel Teller was bored. It was a hot summer day, they were having a picnic with the club members, and he was bored sitting. Just days earlier his mom bought him a doctors kit in hopes to spark is interest, it was complete with band aids and a stethoscope. Standing up he saw little Lucy twirling around in Juice's arms. Jealousy sparked in his small mind and he wanted to play with her. Walking over and taking her hand he grabbed his doctors kit and headed over to his tree house. Gemma watching noting to Tara how cute they were. Abel and Lucy were hidden away in tree house, covered in bat man band aids. Tig curious where he daughter wondered off too made his way up the small ladder only to see Abel with his pants down and Lucy hands clamped tightly over her eyes. "What the hell!" He yelled grabbing Lucy and walking up to Jax. It took everything Tig had in him not to kill the poor boy. "If I catch you kid with his pants down around my daughter again I wont hesitate to kill." He snapped and walked away. It's not like they knew any better.
"What time is he expected to be home?" Happy asked looking at Tig who shrugged confused. Foot steps brought them out of their thought. Opie stood behind them both. Sullen looking face. "I didn't know this would be so hard." He said after looking at them. "You are sure you are in this brother?" Happy said and looked over at the man. His usually angry eyes looked like they were fighting some major ghosts. "This has to be done." He said and turned and walked back to where Jax was standing. Abel shook his head and returned to the position he was standing in and waited. His mind wondering to his Lucy a few weeks ago.
Abel wouldn't like to admit it but he was pretty drunk. There was a party at the club, Friday nights can get pretty wild. He hung around until he knew that he was going to mess up. He was pretty tipsy as he liked to call it. Leaving he hoped deep down he would get to his house and Lucy would be sound asleep in his bed. He loved being able to go home and see her there. She smelled like roses, and he loved to hold her close to him. About ten minutes earlier he had watched Tig leave with some girl. Dirty Croweater, she didn't deserve to ever step foot in the same house as Lucy, someone needed to speak to Tig about taking those sluts home. "Where you going kid?" Juice yelled from across the club house when he saw Abel start to leave. Shrugging he left, climbing on his bike, he fought the voice in his head telling him not to drive, he never listened to that little voice. When Abel parked his bike in the driveway to his home he frowned, no Lucy. Going inside he saw his mom watching TV, scrubs on. "You just get in, or you leaving?" Abel asked grabbing a lighter from inside his pocket to light his cigarette that hung from his lips. "Leaving." She said and looked up. "Your home early." She said and raised her dark eyebrows. "Slow night." He said and shrugged.
Walking upstairs he made a quick stop in the bathroom and jumped into the shower. He figured if he was going to see Lucy he best not smell like liquor and cheap pussy. Walking into his bedroom, towel hung loosely on his hips, he dropped it and pulled on a pair of boxers. As he pulled up his boxers he was about to climb into bed when he heard a gently knock on his bedroom window. "What the shit?" He muttered going over and pulling up the blinds. There hanging on to the terrace that was covered in Ivy was Lucy. "What the shit, did you shimmy up the god damn drain pipe?" He said through the screen on the window. Rolling her eyes "Move and let me it." she said and climbed up into his bed room. There she stood in all her glory. Black hair shiny and her curls framing her face. Blue eyes dancing with happiness and curiosity. Little pink camie and a pair of short black sleeping shorts. Rolled at the top to make them appear shorter. Abel groaned loudly. "You climb into my bed like that little girl, I promise you will love what happens." He muttered taking a step close to her. She looked up at him shocked and excited all at them same time. "You have a death wish little boy?" She whispered against his ear. His arms reached out and he grabbed her. Pressing his lips to her and wrapping his arms around her, he knew he had a death wish, and her name was Lucy Trager…
"Abel." Happy said shaking him on the arm. His head snapped up and he looked over at the killer standing next to him. "What sorry." He muttered. "I said get ready there he is." Happy muttered. Abel's eyes strained in the darkness, and sure enough there he stood. Abel didn't want to do something stupid, his death wish wasn't to die being stupid and worried about Lucy alone in the hospital, he wanted to be with her, not here. He stood and waited for the plan to take effect.
He was home, if you can call it his home. More like a hide out from the bad guys when he knew he did something wrong. The Son's were in luck, by the looks of it he was alone. The street seemed like somewhere Abel has been time and time again since he was little. The run down cabin, the person inside. He wanted to be the one to kill him. He was betrayed by a friend, just like he had betrayed him. Someone he has known his whole life. He didn't understand where it went wrong. "Ready?" Happy whispered cocking his gun and looked at Tig and Abel. They both nodded. It was time to find out some answers, and put someone no one in the club ever wanted to see die, down. That is the reason Happy was here, after they got their answers, he would finish him off. Opie watched the scene in slow montion. He did everything that he was told, but when he saw his son sitting there smoking a cigarette he knew this was going to be like losing Donna all over again, and he wouldn't be able to stop it.