Chapter 21
So Lana had remembered the moment she met Tig, wasn't one of her finest moments but still she had now remembered, in detail.
Making her way to work after yet again failing to get Brad to sex her up before her shift started, she drove passed the Teller-Morrow Automotive garage. She found that every time she drove passed, her foot hit the accelerator just that little bit harder than usual and she buzzed right by, refusing point blank to even look through the gate, just in case.
She knew Happy had business down in Charming and he regularly left her tucked up in his bed whilst he crept out from Tacoma in search of Charming and the troubles it held. She hadn't planned on coming to Charming but she liked and found it friendly, oddly quite a safe neighbourhood.
Climbing out of her car she spotted Lyla across the street.
"Lyla, Lylaaaa" she called and then darted across Main Street. Finally catching her breath she was about to enter the store Lyla had walked into but suddenly Lyla was walking back out, groceries in hand and a big smile on her face as she saw her.
"Oh my God Lana… I haven't seen you in ages. I've missed you. Is everything ok with you?" Lyla casually asked.
Just as Lana's smile broadened to as wide as possible, readying her self to spill all about Brad, a tall bearded man came out of the shop door and stood directly behind Lyla.
"Oh you know… lots of things really, and you?" Lana squeaked, staring at the cut on the tall man she'd already seen in the bar that other day.
Lyla could see Lana's eyes shifting, trying not to look at Opie. Maybe she feels embarrassed!
"Lana, this is Opie. Opie this is Lana, my best friend."
"I thought I was your best friend?" Opie blatantly asked, looming down over Lyla's shoulder, seemingly ignoring the girl in front of him.
"Opie you're my best at a lot of things but this time… the award goes to Lana." Lyla giggled, tapping him on the front of his cut.
Opie looked straight and his eyes came into contact with the Hairy Dog's bartender. She looked wigged out, almost like she was on something, and then all of a sudden he wasn't keen on Lyla hanging with someone that was on Darby's consumer list. He frowned trying to suss her out.
Lana wanted to dig herself a hole and jump straight in. She fully realised that she was looking at him like a whacked out dope job but she had her reasons. Trying to get a take on Opie's character as he had spoken with Lyla, she tiptoed, a nervous reaction she always did. At that precise moment though, she caught sight of something so very familiar.
A man wearing a low riding pair of jeans, his belt buckle emphasising his crotch and showing a smidgen of boxer, was walking up the street having just dismounted from his steel steed. It was a wicked hot day and his sunglasses attracted the gleam of the rays. He was toting a cigarette, holding it with his thumb and middle finger, his index finger pointed out. Lana almost gasped and was extremely glad she didn't, she, in no way, wanted to alert Lyla and Opie of her panic. The stroller, indefinitely, making his way towards Opie was caught by a woman and her toddler, getting in his way. So he had stopped, waited for them to sort their shit and then carried on walking toward Opie.
It was Happy, making a beeline straight for Lana.
Happy was actually quite chipper this morning. He'd just been blown by a crow eater, albeit not the best he'd had but by far it beat him having to jerk himself off. He'd been instructed by Clay to tear Opie away from Lyla, to get his head back into business and leave pussy to the wayside for a few days. Club business always took priority over pussy and it looked like Opie needed to be reminded of that. Happy was the man to enforce the president's orders and considering the normal jobs he carried out for Clay this was a relatively light one.
He could see Opie from a mile off, was quite glad that he was so easy to spot because being honest; he wasn't looking forward to mowing Main Street with his Dyna looking for him. The closer he got to him; he smiled because lately wherever Op was, Lyla was sure to be. Jesus, the guy's pussy whipped already! He thought.
Lana almost fainted, she saw Happy smile, and he looked incredibly good for it. Oh my God is he smiling at me? Shit, no Lana get a grip! Panic hitting home she responded quickly to the situation in hand.
"Lyla shit…sorry I've gotta run. Opie, nice to meet you." With that, she ducked behind the traffic and was back across the parking lot of the Hairy Dog, out of sight, out of mind.
Happy clapped Opie on the shoulder and it made him jump, but didn't voice it. "Brother…Clay needs us back at the Clubhouse." He glared but with a half friendly smile.
"Oh great, I need to drop these groceries off for Gemma anyway." Lyla piped up, interrupting.
Hap wasn't amused; maybe Lyla was new to the cut life but he was a little infuriated by her rudeness and wasn't at all shy of showing his feelings about that. Shit, what is it with bitches these days; never know when to quit medalling in shit that ain't theirs. My girls wouldn't step outta line like this… Lana wouldn't…shit Hap, get over it!
Happy snatched the grocery bag from Lyla's hands, shoved it into Opie's stomach and tightened his jaw.
"Pussy ain't welcome at the Club…not right now."
Opie wanted to smack Hap right upside the head but knew better than to get on the wrong side of him. Lyla wasn't just pussy to him but thinking of Clay, he suddenly realised that maybe Happy's bluntness was because there really was Club business and in that case, he'd want Lyla as far away from that shit as possible, couldn't even think about her getting hurt.
"Lyla, take the groceries to your place. I'll call you later." He winked and pouted his lip as the disgusted look on Lyla's face, with the way Hap had spoken to her, made him like her even more. He knew she was pissed but there was nothing Opie could say to Happy about that. Happy was his superior whether he liked it or not, and Happy was a crazy ass mother fucker, whether he liked it or not.
"So what's kickin' back at the Club?" Opie asked as he walked briskly, with Happy, back to their bikes.
"Nothin' player… orders is to get you away from pussy for a while. You need to clear that head of yours." Happy never lied, never saw the reason for it. Looking at Opie's reaction he knew he was a little upset about it, and oddly Happy could sympathise. "…I know it sucks Brother, but once you get over the hold that pussy has on you, you'll be able to think straight, get Club matters prioritised. Of course once you have that down, you can go back for as much of that pussy as you like." Hap goaded with a smirk. "…long as she knows your priority is with the Club and not her pussy." he finalised, remembering his promise to Clay to get the message across to Opie.
What does he know about this shit sucking, he ain't got no woman! Opie furrowed his brow as he thought about what Hap said.
"Thanks Brother." Not meaning a word of it.
"You think she's ol' lady material?" Hap asked, and it almost made Opie choke, was he having a serious conversation with this killer?
Happy could see Opie's confusion and kinda liked toying with Opie's mind. Nobody had ever dared ask Happy about his Tacoma life and whether he'd had anyone special and he preferred it that way, but still, on occasion he liked to share his wisdom. He liked to share the knowledge he'd picked up along the long treacherous road he'd walked down with Lana. He was with Lana for ten years, ten years is a long time.
"Op…you better make sure she's the right one before you mark her. Don't want her gettin' involved with shit that you didn't mean for… that shit'll only come back to bite ya' in the ass…trust me."
Opie was totally and utterly lost for words. He was a little uncomfortable with Happy's 'talk' as they got to their bikes. Wasn't quite sure where in the hell it had come from but weirdly enough, he, for a split second, realised there was more to the Tacoma killer than he thought.
"That shit is deep Brother." Opie said, swinging his leg over his bike.
Happy heard him and then realised he really did sound like some kind of philosopher. Shit, how fucked up was that? What you doin' Hap, keep your junk locked the fuck up boy! Deciding the best course of action, he started his bike and revved the nuts off it.
"What… what, sorry Brother, can't hear ya'." Happy shouted over his Dyna.
Back at the Clubhouse, everyone moped around; work load was seriously light except for the Prospect Kip, spray painting the bay doors. They needed sprucing.
"You still hittin' that porn star?" Tig asked Opie out cold.
"Dude" Opie scolded him.
"What…just askin'…well, are ya'?" Tig still pressed, until Bobby laughed and interrupted the flow of interrogation.
"Leave him alone Tigger…besides, I'm sure there's more to the girl than just pussy right?" Bobby interjected, always one for relieving the tension between the Club members but jumped at the chance as good as any for a rib bashing.
Tig sniggered, pleasantly surprised that Bobby carried on his line of abuse about Opie's new gash.
"Not that I wanna bore you guys with the details but I'm learning a few things about her." Opie grinned and sipped his beer, all ready for playing the game too.
"Yea I bet you did" Juice joined in.
Everyone laughed and slapped Juice on the back, proud that he'd joined in.
Opie was all for having a laugh, even at his own expense but still wanted to prove to them that Lyla wasn't just pussy to him. He really did like her.
"Yea, found out her best friends name is Lana…at least that's something right?" Opie chuckled, realising that his efforts in finding out more about Lyla really had made him come up trumps.
Tig laughed but then he stopped deadly, everyone around him still laughed Juice, Bobby, the prospect.
"Where's Hap?" he asked abruptly.
"In the bar, I think." Bobby confirmed.
Tig jumped up from the picnic table and stomped toward the Clubhouse door. He knew the fucking bartender. He remembered her. Lana that gash is Hap's ol' lady!
~AN~
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