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Happy's POV
Clay called church early a few days after we had been let out of county, I sat with all the guys around the chapel table waiting to find out what our next move was, Jax had been voted Nomad last night, leaving his patches behind before he had left, but now he was sitting in his usual spot not saying a word to anyone, but his VP patch was back along with his Redwood one. It made me jealous for a moment, he had a location patch, a home. My chest had the Nomad patch, a place I didn't want to be anymore but I also knew that they needed me in Tacoma as well as here. I had plans to land here, I just had to get shit right with Bowie first, we couldn't keep doing this dumb ass dance we had been doing. I had given her time and space, maybe a little bit too much, but I had never stopped what I felt for her. She was one of the only people that kept my ass from bouncing off the walls. When we lost Harper I couldn't take seeing her like that, my strong beautiful old lady was an echo, a shadow of what she had always been the second she found out our daughter wasn't breathing. I knew from the moment I saw the real her that if there was god, she had been made exactly for me. Everything about her, the way her brown hair curled without her doing anything to it, her voice was soft but firm, she was a fighter she had proved that more than once while she was growing all of that was in the package of a girl that looked like an angel, she wore the perfect disguise. If he was going to make someone for me he would make it a trap like her, someone that wanted to make me change who I was, hell I would of married her and had 100 babies with her if she had wanted, something I always swore I would never do.
Clay came in, still no one spoke as he walked to the head of the table, resting one of his large mitts on Jax's shoulder before sitting at his thrown.
"Listen up," Clay began looking us all in the eyes, "We've got some shit to tell you,"
"This have anything to do with that patch being back on your chest?" Bobby asked Jax.
"I'm not going Nomad,Just listen," Jax told the heavier man. The Anger on both men face got mine bubbling, I had always been quick to anger, and I was the first one to take that from someone else, I saw someone mad I became mad too.
"That night of Bobby's party," Clay began and my anger double, that was the night that Bowie and Gemma claimed they had been in a car accident, a bullshit lie I hadn't bought, I didn't know what had happened, I had tried to wrap my mind around it in more than one way but I knew it wasn't car related, that was a lie Unser had help them come up with so they didn't have to answer to the law or us. "Gemma and Bowie weren't in an accident," I curled both hands into fists, feeling my short nails dig into my palms, hearing you were correct in your assumption was supposed to bring pride but it did nothing but make me want to dig to the bottom of all this shit. "They were jumped..by Weston and his AB buddies," mutters of disbelief were heard around the table, a few eyes landing on me, anything that Bowie was mentioned in lately eyes landed on me.
"They gave the girls a message to deliver, stop selling guns to color! They chained them up," my blood ran faster than I ever thought was imaginable. "They raped Gemma, more than once,"
"And Bowie?" Chibs asked, thankfully because I might of flipped the table if he didn't answer.
"Weston, made her watch the rape, beat the shit out of her, every time she tried to help Gemma he would smack her around a little more, until she passed out, then Weston got his shot at Mom," Jax filled in the pieces to the puzzle I couldn't and my fist hit the table beside me, my boots were holding me up before I knew it, the chair I was sitting in slid out from underneath me and I had already started for the door, I wasn't seeing red, I was seeing black. Weston and Zobelle were going to die, a slow painful bloody death.
"Hap!" Clay yelled stopping me for leaving the chapel, "Sit back down," I didn't want to, hell I didn't think my knees were capable of bending but I did because I knew me going on the street and getting Weston wouldn't cause anything but my ass being in jail for a full life sentence, Bowie would lose her house and shop and my Mom would be left alone.
"So what do we do?" Tig asked Clay who looked over at Jax. While he spoke about how we couldn't retaliate yet, and how we needed to do research before making our move, all shit I didn't want to hear, I wanted to rip Weston's head off for laying hands on her, on what is mine the way I felt thinking about that drew me to a complete conclusion I had been slowly coming to but now I was set on, my mind wouldn't be changed on this.
"Hey," I spoke for the first time since Church had started, "Just to put it out there Bowie is mine," I growled at the table, all the guys eyes on me. It was a thing we had always done, claiming whoever we thought would be our old lady, letting everyone know to keep their hands off the girl, bringing her up from a hang around whore to something more, someone that would be protected.
"About damn time," Piney said from my left, and the rest of the guys agreed, I had said the same thing about her before to the club years ago, since then none of the club had thought about her in a sexual way, or at least they hadn't acted on it. I just wanted to reaffiliate the point now that I was back in town in case any of them got any ideas, me telling the group would trickle it down to the other charters, no biker would ever look at Bowie as anything more than a part of the extended club family and mine. I didn't need her permission to mark her as such, people didn't seem to question me, even if she did fight against it.
"Come on, lets go see what our favorite hair dresser has to say," Jax stood up the rest of us following suit.
"She doesn't know Gemma talked?" Juice asked the VP.
"Nah, she wasn't there last night, doubt she's even up,"
Regular POV
I woke up to the sound of a text, buzzing from the phone on the end table beside me. It was Sunday and the shop was closed so I had planned on sleeping most of the day away before I went to Katie's. I didn't really want to face what I knew had happened last night, Jax was going Nomad and our real family, not the club family,was going to be crumbling to pieces. I knew Jax had drawn his own conclusion to what had happened to Donna,he had told me when I returned JT's manuscript after finishing it,and I hadn't been able to disagree with him, no matter how hard I tried. I knew Clay would do anything to hold his place at the head of the club and taking out an old lady would be nothing but changing his underwear to him.
I wasn't surprised when I saw the text was from Tara, I figured it must have been about Jax but I instantly set up in bed after reading the words.
The guys know about that night, Gemma talked. Jax is back in the club.
I heard a few whispered voices confirming what I had just been told. The club was sitting in the living room waiting on me.
"Shit, here we go," I muttered putting on a pair of jean shorts and t-shirt before slipping into my slippers and heading down the hallway. "At least tell me you brought breakfast," I stopped at the beginning of the living room watching all of them lounged over all the furniture. Chibs was the first one to move, he came in on me like a little boy after a puppy, he thought I was cute and wanted to pet me but he wasn't sure if I was going to bite him or not.
"Love," he stated before pulling me into a hug and I just lightly tapped his back.
"What is this about?" I asked already knowing the answer but I was a smart enough girl to play stupid.
"This is about that night, Bobby's party," Clay said, from the chair he was sitting in.
"Oh the car accident,"
"Cut the shit Bow," Jax stood up in front of me, "Gemma talked, you okay?" he questioned, he was a few months to late to really be asking.
"That loose lipped bitch," I muttered, I would get my moment with Gemma, the words I had for her probably would be a little stronger than that, "I'm fine, I've had my ass beat before,"
"Yeah, but not for us," Tig was the next one to stand pulling me into a hug that I reluctantly gave back.
"I wasn't the one who was raped, so why are you here?"
"That's the million dollar question tho," Clay's sharp voice caught me off guard. "Why didn't they get you too?"
I gave him a confused look and couldn't stop the words that flew out of my mouth next, "What are you saying Clay? You upset that I didn't?"
"No, what I am saying is there had to be a reason why you were spared, why you were only made to watch, and now would be the time to sing,"
Hap growled from the couch and got up standing beside me but not making eye contact with me, I was surprised he wasn't the one yelling at me, he had been watching the house because he knew that the accident was bull shit and he had given me more than one opportunity to come clean but now he knew the truth right from the dogs mouth and I knew he would be pissed.
"Weston said that I could be saved, he thinks he can wash the whore off me I guess, he's got this magical idea that I am going to jump town with him, help him raise his Nazi kids, give him a few more,"
"He still bothering you?" Jax asked and Hap's presents beside me went for a 10 to a 20, he was sucking up all my oxygen, telling them this would be admitting that I was the damsel in distress they all thought I was.
"Only when no one is around, he's scared of something, says I'm on my last chance," I rolled my eyes one more time, but I wanted to open my mouth to gasp for air that I felt like was being stolen, the side of my face getting hot from his eyes. "He just wants me to be scared, that is his thing, intimidation. He's just a bitch," I didn't feel very tough but I tried to keep my words that way, the truth was the Weston had scared me, he was a creepy bastard, I slept with the door locked and watched my shadows making sure there wasn't another one following me.
"He's not going to be intimidating you anymore," Happy said from beside me, his voice deeper than it ever had been.
"You guys have already been in jail because of these fuckers! What are you going to do now?" I looked over at Happy because I didn't care what the other guys answers were, I wasn't talking to them anymore.
"We are going to kill them," Happy answered with conviction. "Every last one of them,"
"These guys aren't just gangsters, they have connections, plans! They are going to be waiting for you!" I told him, "Just like they were waiting on us,"
"What the fuck were you thinking?" I asked charging into the kitchen of Gemma and Clay's house where her and Tara were sitting.
"Had to be done," Gemma told me.
"If it had to be done, we should of told them when it happened, not lied about it for 3 months!" I yelled trying to get my point across.
"They didn't need to know until now!" she tapped out her cigarette, raising her voice,"The shit going down between Jax and Clay needed some healing,"
"So that's what this was to you? Another chest piece for you to move when you think the time is right!"
"Hey!" Tara yelled trying to break up our little conversation.
"I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about it first, but it needed to happen," Gemma lowered the level of her voice and I sat down at the table.
"What is important is that both of you are alive," Tara added.
"For now, who knows what will come of this," Tara's phone rang and she stood up answering it.
"It's something that they've got to do," Gemma continued, "We can't let these assholes run our town,"
"I've got to go," Tara came running back into the kitchen.
"What happened?" I asked her.
"Tig needs me to look at his face," she told us.
"I'm riding with," I told the Dr. following her out the door leaving Gemma alone in the house.
"Does this shit ever settle down?" Tara questioned me while we were on our way to the club house.
"I'm not sure, it was for a while,"
"This Zobelle guy, he's not like the normal guys they deal with, he's smart," Tara knew it as well as I did, SAMCRO was going to have more trouble than they needed if they were really going to take them down.
"Jax said we are going to have to go on lock down," I hated lock down, it was a bunch of wired personalities stuck together in a small club house for far to long.
"That won't be good for anyone,"
"What happens?" she questioned, I forgot she had been gone for over 10 years.
"Zobelle will be the last of our problems, we'll rip each other apart first," I tried to laugh at the truth as we pulled into the lot, Half Sack was standing by the door waiting on us.
"He's in the back" Bobby said as we came into the club house and I sat down beside him instead of following Tara.
"Hey Darling," Bobby smiled at me like he hadn't been over at my house earlier in the morning.
"Long time no see," I grabbed a chip off the plate in front of him, "What happened to Tig?" I knew it couldn't of been that bad, no one around here was in to much of a panic.
"Disagreement," that was the only thing that he provided.
"What happened to Tig?" I asked again, not buying his bull.
"Him and Ope got into it, had to do with Donna," now he was telling me the truth, once Happy left I got most of my information from my brothers or Bobby, he was always willing to talk to me, he knew I would keep what I knew till the very end, that was one of the best parts of being raised in the club, my loyalty was never questioned and I was never tested. The club knew I wouldn't talk and so did the bad guys and cops. That's why the ATF bitch never really bothered me, she had rolled back into town recently and hadn't said so much as a boo in my direction.
"Where is Opie now?" I asked Bobby knowing Jax had been right, Tig and Clay had killed Donna, it was written all over Bobby's face.
"Not sure,"
"So what happens now?" I asked the curly haired man.
"We move forward, that is the only way we can go," Bobby choose his words carefully before opening his mouth again, "Shit with him and Vic are going good, one day he'll put Donna behind him, now that he knows the truth he can hopefully put an end to this chapter."
"And just forgive his club for killing his wife?" I looked at him confused as Clay came in the front door not even looking in our direction and walked straight through to Tig.
"I've got to go darling, see you later?" he asked me following Clay down the hall.
Juice came down the hall that the guys had just gone down and smiled at me.
"Hey Bow," he came up to me.
"Juice," I smiled back, "Give me a ride back to my car,"
"You don't need to check up on me everyday," Katie snapped at me, she was having a bad day, the Dr had started her on new medicine and it didn't seem to be doing much but cause her to be more of a bitch than usual.
"But why? You're such good company," I smiled at her setting a plate of food down in front of her.
"These damn pills," she calmed down realizing how she was acting, "I rather just be dead,"
"Don't say that," I looked at her firmly.
"You are one of the only reasons I fight to stay alive, and him," she was looking at the picture of us in the living room. "I want to get to hold my next grandchild, when you two pull your heads out of your asses and do this right," my heard dropped, after all these years I had never once thought about having another baby, especially with Happy.
"That's never going to happen," I told her.
"Well that is the only reason why I am staying alive, so I guess I'll live forever," she grabbed one of my hands and squeezed. "You two belong together baby, there is no sense in fighting it, life it too short, take it from me," her grasp on my hand wasn't the usual Katie grasp, usually she gripped so tight you thought your fingers were going to break, now I wouldn't of believed that she was holding it except I was looking right at it.
"Tomorrow I want you coming with us," I changed the subject, Vic had called earlier and confirmed that we were going on lock down tomorrow.
"I can't be around all those people," I knew she was telling the truth, her immune system was shot all those kids and dirty guys would probably do her in.
"Then I'll stay here with you," I looked into the familiar black eyes.
"No, you need to be there, make sure my boy is okay," she weakly smiled at me, "I'll be fine here, my sister is coming down to stay with me, she's decided to move her lazy ass in here, the perfect excuse for her to not get a job,"
"Jesus, what do you say about me when I'm not around?" I laughed at the tough ass woman.
"You're a good girl Bowie, even if you don't see it," she stood up, "Take care of my boy tomorrow, even if you don't want to," she didn't say anything else she just started towards her bedroom.
This was kind of a filler chapter, but now Happy knows about the beating. I wonder what that is going to look like once he confronts her about it personally.
I know that was a lot for Happy's POV but I feel like as quiet as he is that he would have a lot to say on the inside.
Let me know what you think? Do you think Happy's POV is something I should try to mix in more often?
Also the fact that I kind of made Lyla obsolete.
