"Bowie! You need to get up now!" I knew that accent anywhere, Chibs was banging at the door and I just about fell off the couch. Happy hadn't come home last night and it had only caused more anger and of course the addition of Dawn showing up with liquor and a party for two was on. Through the banging I just kept on staring at the ceiling, finding a water stain I had never noticed before. "BOWIE!" finally the front door flew open and I moved off the couch.

"What?" I questioned putting my feet on the floor knocking over an empty bottle.

"Get dressed!" He ordered as Juice limped behind him into the living room and quickly gave me a once over, I was in my jean shorts from the day before and a lacy black bra. "Come on!" Chibs said again as he began checking the living room and kitchen.

"Don't get your panties in a bunch," I tried to joke with the Scot but he didn't have a laugh for me this morning. That gave me a little bit of a motivation to get going, Chibs was always up for a good laugh. I made my way down the hall and threw on the first shirt I found, slipping on my converses and grabbing my purse I went back out into the living room to meet with the boys.

"Lets go," Juice went out the front door looking both ways before he got onto the porch.

"What is going on?" I questioned Chibs as he grabbed the back of my arm and lead me towards his bike, "What the hell happened?" I screeched as we passed my car and the windshield and all of the windows were punched out, "Did Dawn do that to my car?" I once again didn't receive an answer. Dawn had left either late at night or early in the morning, claiming she had to get back to Fawn but I couldn't help but to notice that a guy on a bike had picked her up. She was probably jumping to a new country with whatever boyfriend she had caught in her net.

Chibs drove well over the speed limit and Juice was riding closely behind; extra bikes were at TM when we pulled up, everyone except for Jax. "Where is he?" I didn't wait for Chibs to cut the engine to ask; it wasn't normal for one of them to be out there by themselves.

"He's okay," Chibs assured me as I followed him into club house, Happy was standing by the bar waiting on us.

"Well?" He asked charging us looking me over from head to toe, I was sure I looked every bit of the hangover I was and I was in one of his shirts that was probably dirty.

"Broken windows, no note," Juice informed Hap as his dark eyes narrowed in at the words.

"Note?" I questioned, taking my eyes off Happy and towards everyone else.

"Tara had a note in her car," Chibs finally answered.

"Where is she?" panic took over Tara wasn't the type to handle this kind of thing appropriately.

"Chapel, patching up Alvarez," Clay's voice boomed another problem that had been brewing in my brain that was now staring me in the face. I pushed past the large president as my hands ached to wrap around his throat until the life drained out of him.

"Bowie," Tara's panicked voice met my ears as I left the guys near the bar behind, Alvarez was laying across the large redwood table and a few Mayans were watching every move the Dr made.

"You okay?" I asked already knowing the answer, the needle and thread that she was holding was shaking so fast you could barely see it.

"Can you help me?" She asked trying to hold the gauze over his shoulder and stitch at the same time.

"I don't know what I'm doing?" I shrugged my shoulder but made my way over anyways. "Just what you've always wanted Alvarez, me patching you up," I smirked at the man on the table as the rest of the club filtered in along with Gemma. "Christ," I muttered because of course the first thing I did when I was told to hold the gauze is pick it up and look at the wound.

"What happened to you two? They were nervous," Marcus asked trying to talk about anything but the bullet in his chest and probably the pain that was aching through it.

"Ask them," Tara almost lost control of her emotions and left the room as I was left holding the bloody gauze feeling like an idiot.

"Found a note in her car, a death threat," Clay informed the president.

"And you?" he questioned looking up at me, I only shrugged my shoulders, a habit I was getting way to good at, my Dad had always told me when I was younger that I couldn't shrug my problems away but now it seemed that was all I could seem to do about all the problems.

"All the windows in her car shattered," Clay finished.

"Shit like that, drug cartels target families," Juice's mouth was faster than his reaction time as every eye moved to meet him, including Tara who just came back in; Alvarez hissed as I put a little bit too much pressure on his wound.

Eventually Tara got to a point where I could move and I headed for the sink in the hall bathroom.

"Hey," Hap's deep voice followed me down the hall opening the door for me so I didn't get blood on it. "You okay?"

"Where were you last night?" I asked.

"Some shit went down at the warehouse last night," he looked at me in the mirror, "Spent the night there,"

"What a surprise," I rolled my eyes and instantly regretted it as Happy moved in closer behind me pushing me into the sink and wrapping his hands tightly on each hips.

"This is the life you choose," his hot breath was on the back of my neck, "Remember?" he ground his hips into my ass.

"Not the drugs I didn't," I turned around he was so close that when I crossed my arms over my chest they rested against his as well.

"The terms weren't specified," he bucked up against me again a small smirk raising the corner of his mouth.

"Don't do that," I uncrossed my arms, resting one hand against his chest. "Where were you last night?" I didn't blink as I looked into my eyes.

"Helping the prospects bury Miles," he answered honestly grabbing my wrist pulling my hand off him, no pain was in his eyes as he said the words, whatever had caused Miles death he was at peace with it.

"You?"

"No," trying to back me up into the sink further but I couldn't go.

"HAP!" Tig yelled down the hall and I wrapped my arms around him pulling him close.

"I'm going to go see Katie today," I informed him after pressing my lips to his a few times.

"No, I want you staying here," he grabbed both sides of my face, "Just to be on the safe side,"

"It'll be okay," I tried to assure him.

"Please," Tig yelled his name down the hall again, this time he was closer.

"Fine," I rolled my eyes and he let his smirk completely take over this time kissing me again.

"Be careful," he nodded before leaving me alone in the small bathroom.


"Drugs? Seriously?" Vic asked coming into Jax's room at the club house, "Cartel Drugs!" she added. V-Lin had just dragged her in along with Violet, the rest of the kids were are Mary's.

"Did you have a note?" Tara asked her quickly ignoring her questions.

"Nothing," she informed both of us putting Violet's car seat down on the floor. "But I stayed at Don's last night,"

"Why me?" Tara huffed before stomping out of the room.

"That's new,"

"Feeling bad for herself?" Vic snorted, "She always has! Remember when we were kids she always said we picked on her for no reason! Heard about your windshield,"

"You'd think if they were going to do something it would be a little more threatening than a printed letter and a few broken windows,"

"At least it wouldn't be times in Times New Roman, maybe some kind of creepy text,"

"Who would do it then?"

"The guys seem to think this Cartel threat is real, Alvarez said he heard some shit," I informed her of the Mayan President and his little surgery this morning.

"I'm going to stay with him," she sounded like she was trying to convince herself, she blurted out the information even though I hadn't asked. "I love him! I'm going to have two babies by him," I sighed sad for her as she spit out the words sitting beside me on the bed.

"Don't let him get away with this,"

"He will pay," she added, "But if I forgive him you have to too okay? I know you went to beat the shit out of him, thank you," I could tell she was forcing herself to smile.

"I'm disappointed in him, he was raised better than that," I crossed my arms over my chest thinking about my sweet beanied brother.

"He wasn't, look at Piney and Mary," she was right, Piney had always been cheating on Mary, hell last I knew they weren't even divorced. "Tig, Chibs, Bobby, hell JT! They were all married,"

"Don't make excuses for him,"

"I slept with him when he was married to Donna..." she admitted, I couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth! I knew she was never a Donna fan but I didn't think she'd do that to her. "She found out, maybe this is my payback," I really didn't know what to say to that. "I was an Ima to Donna,"

"And she never said anything?"

"Nothing, I think all he thinks of when he sees me is the look on her face when she walked in on us,"

"That is no excuse to cheat on you too, you shouldn't have to feel this way,"

"Enough about me," she tried to joke but neither of us laughed. "Lets go help Tara feel bad for herself,"


"Hey," Anger coursed through my veins as Opie sat down beside me while I was waiting around for Hap, it was almost midnight. I crossed my arms and didn't reply back to him as I looked out over the bar. "I know you don't want to talk to me, but it has only been one day and I already feel like I'm drowning under your silence," I began tapping my foot. "I know I fucked up,"

"You way more than fucked up!" I spat at him, "She's my best friend Ope, and you're my brother! Treat her the way you'd want a guy to treat me! Or Ellie or Violet, be the guy they can look up to when they start dating! Not some douche bag club member that fucked their mother over their whole life."

"You're right, I'm sorry,"

"Don't be sorry to me Ope, I love you with all I have, but when you or Jax fuck up I will always get more upset then everyone else because I know what good men you two are! But you're letting the ideals of this life and this club blind the way you two treat women, you always have!"

"I love you!" he reached out wrapping his arm around mine and I rested my head on his shoulder.

"I love you too,"

"Now lets stop with this mushy shit and get a drink!" he stood up bringing me with him.

My pillow was a hard body when I opened my eyes the next morning, the wooden panel of Hap's club house room met my eyes, last night he hadn't got home until the early morning and we had decided to stay the night. Happy's tan skin was warm against my exposed skin and at the moment none of the shit going on around us and the club mattered, in that room it wasn't happening. The tattoos that covered his body could keep me entertained for hours even though I had been staring at them for years, it was like there was always a detail I had missed, or something I hadn't seen correctly; the only thing that was new was the number of smiley faces on his torso and the tattoo on his leg that was hanging out from under the sheet; a Mockingbird for Harper.

"Mhmm," Happy muttered from beside me as he opened one eye to look at me, it had felt like I was only staring at him for five minutes but by the clock on the wall I knew it had almost been an hour.

"You've got church this morning," I reminded him, it was some big vote they had been talking about before we had gone to bed last night, most of them discussed it when they had noticed Clay was no where in sight.

"Fuck," he muttered rubbing his hands over his bald head.

"More Cartel shit?" I wiggled further into his warm body.

"No, new leader shit," the venom in his voice brought goosebumps over my body. 'Bobby challenged Clay,"

"Seriously? Vote that fucker out," I muttered not being able to help the happiness running through my veins.

"What?" Happy sat up a little bring me with him, "He's like your Dad?"

"No," I got up off the bed, "Troy is my Dad,"

"Listen I don't know what the fuck has been going on with your ass lately but I know you, I noticed the slight little things you do, you're sneaking around, icing out Gemma, avoiding Clay."

"It's nothing, just starting to realize who is family and who isn't," I knew Happy couldn't know about the letters, not until we were ready to show Jax. "Clay and Gemma, they aren't it,"

"And when did this all come about?" he stood up too.

"Alot of shit went down while you were inside Happy, a year happened here too! Time doesn't stand still while you're in there!"

"It is the first time we've been together while I've done time,"

"We weren't together!"

"You can't bring this shit up every time you get mad!" You could hear down the hall that other members of the club were arriving. "I've got to go," he threw on his shirt and cut and left without another word.

"Fuck," I sat down on the edge of the bed wishing I could go back to ten minutes ago when I was just watching him sleep.

I had just gotten out of the shower when the echo of bullets surrounded me, panic took over every limb of my body and I couldn't help but scream as a few came through the wall in the inner room. It felt like the noise went on forever as I dropped down in my towel behind the bed hoping it would be enough to block me. Soon the bullets stopped and you could hear the guys yelling and heading towards the front door, all but one.

"Bowie?!" I was frozen, not sure if I should even stand up. "BOWIE MARIE MCKENNEY!" Happy's gruff voice rang out again, but there was something different in it this time, panic. Panic I had only heard once before as we were driving to the hospital all those years ago as I bled all over the front seat of my car.

"HAPPY?" I yelled back finally getting off the ground and wrapping the towel around me tighter.

"Jesus!" he ran up to me pulling me into him as fast as he could. "Jesus that scared me," Happy Lowman was scared of something?

"Me too," I admitted into his neck holding him tighter. "What the hell happened?" He suddenly came to life letting go of me and running out of the room to the guys. Without thinking I followed him out into the driveway where a man I had never seen before was on the ground and Hap grabbed him out of Opie's grasp and held his gun to his head confirming he was a member of Lobo.

"Clay!" Chuckie yelled from the beside Gemma's car holding a duffle bag in his hand, "This isn't good," I beat them over there and felt vomit rise in my mouth as I looked down at what Chuckie saw, 3 severed heads were in a bag, one I recognized but had aged since I had seen him last. The club moved as a slick machine after that, like they had been trained in what to do in these situations their whole life while I just stood there in my towel like a fool as I could hear the sirens in the distance getting closer.

"Stay with Phil today," Happy didn't give me the opportunity to argue with him about a babysitter before he turned away.

"I want to go with you," I caught up to him grabbing the back of his cut. Chibs and Juice were putting the lobo in the back of the van along with the bag of heads.

"You can't princess," he rested a hand on my cheek for a moment before the van door slammed and he kissed one of my temples, "Be smart," with that he climbed into the drivers seat and pulled off.


"And then then Margaret kicked me out of the hospital! Says I was a threat!" Tara was bitching about her morning sitting out at the picnic table at later that afternoon. The whole sheriffs department seemed to be in the lot that we were staring out at.

"Well I've had the perfect morning!" I glared at her, "First I picked some flowers after breakfast in bed," I pointed out at the bullet riddled club house.

"This shit is so fucked up," she muttered, clearly she didn't get my sarcasm. "Jax says this is going to get better, but I can't see it,"

"It has never been this bad before," I informed Tara, she may of always been around but she had always been on the outside of the club. A few crow eaters got out of the car with Gemma, apparently they were helping her with something for the benefit tonight.

"God I hate them," she hissed watching the girls, I wasn't sure of their name but I know they had been around for a few years, I sort of kept to myself when it came to hanging around with the dick suckers, but they were a necessary evil in this life; someone had to do it. "Do you have one?"

"One what?" I questioned turning my attention away from them.

"A Crow tattoo?" I grinned at her.

"No," I had always fought against that mark, I knew most of the old ladies had them as well as the long time crow eaters but it never felt right for me to get one, even when Vic had gotten hers on her shoulder blade. I also knew that Tara had gotten a tramp stamp with a large crow in the middle when Jax and her first started together, there was always some member or hang around with a tattoo gun that didn't care what age a girl was when she asked for a large piece above her ass crack. I had quite a few tattoos but nothing like that had never crossed my mind.

"I thought you would have one, for Happy," she looked down at her hands on the table like she was ashamed to be asking.

"Nah, I don't think we are at that point," I wasn't sure we'd ever be at that point.

"I thought you had work," Gemma asked as she came up to the table we were at, after a short discussion they headed into the kitchen to check on the chili for tonight and I was left alone, not knowing what else to do I pulled my cell out of my pocket and sent Happy's burner a quick text checking up, but of course I received no response.

"Hop one, hop two! Got to bring the chili to Billy Clappy Happy," Chuckie came out the door holding a large pot of what I assumed to be chili with a white apron on and a pot holders on both of his artificial hands, even though I was sure they wouldn't burn.

"I'll go with you," I didn't wait for a response from Chuckie as I followed him towards one of the Tow trucks, the large vat of chili on the floor beside us.

"Glad you could ride in the towie with me Bowie," Chuckie smiled at me as we pulled onto the street toward the warehouse.

"Stop rhyming Chuckie," I shook my head at him, he really could have a whole series of horror shows about him. "Why are you bring this to Hap?" I questioned looking out the window.

"Umm, it's spicy," he spit out quickly before turning the music up, not saying anything else the entire ride.

"Chuckie," Chibs came out to the truck as we pulled up beside the warehouse and I jumped out having enough of being confined in a small space with him. Chuckie whispered something to Chibs before he nodded his head and both of them grabbed a hold of the pot and I followed them into the warehouse.

"What are you doing here?" Happy jumped me coming up behind me, he was sweaty and covered in blood, but I couldn't see any wounds on him, it was not his blood; but there also was no bleeding person around, clearly they had been busy all morning, not even a head was in sight.

"What the fuck," I snapped ignoring Happy as chili splashed down on the ground beside us, and something else! Something that clearly was not a chili ingredient rolled past both us us, a severed head that matched the ones from the bag this morning, only this time it was covered in red sauce.

"Missed one," Chuckie smiled like a dog that brought a dead animal to your porch for a reward. I quickly looked at Hap again giving him a confused look, I wasn't sure if Chuckie or the head was more disturbing.

"You fed that to someone!" I scrunched my nose up at him remembering the deputies that had been eating a bowl at the club house.

"That's just wrong," Tig mirrored my face, if it was too much for Tig it definitely was wrong. A sweaty hand wrapped around mine before Chuckie could answer for himself and Hap lead me out of the humid warehouse.

"I told you to stay put," he sat down on a wooden pallet, angrily he ground his teeth at me; a trait that was getting a little annoying!

"I don't know how you have any back teeth," I sighed sitting down beside him, "That shit this morning scared me, Jesus Hap someone left heads in the driveway!"

"I know," he scoffed as I sat down beside him.

"Whose blood?" he was literally covered in it.

"That Lobo," I had completely forgotten about the man that had been shot down in the lot this morning.

"And?"

"And he's gone," he confirmed, "I told you to stay with Phil," he was back on the subject of his roaming horse again.

"I was with Chuckie,"

"I wouldn't trust him to keep a flea safe," he looked at me like I had just said the dumbest thing in the world, thinking about it, I had. "I don't tell you to stay with someone for my health,"

"Then stop, because you know I don't listen!" I argued back, "I'm going to that fundraiser tonight, Don is going to have a booth," I winced waiting for the argument but I was shocked not to receive any.

"Good I trust Don," I didn't know Happy trusted anyone outside of the club. "It's going to be a late one," he kept looking at the warehouse as members moved in and out of the building but I kept watching the side of his face. Everything from the tattooed shaved head to the gray stubble on his chin was beautiful in my eyes, not a word many people would use to describe Happy Lowman but I always would.

"It has never been this bad before Hap, you've been in business with the Cartel for like 3 days,"

"We fell in the middle of some fucking war," he shrugged off the bloody tank top he was wearing before throwing it in a burn barrel and I laid my head against his shoulder.

"But what are you guys really fighting for?" I received no answer as Chuckie came out of the warehouse and waved an arm at me, I could see his mouth running but I wasn't exactly sure what he was saying but I figured it was some kind of half assed rhyme. "Be safe, and come home," I stood up along with him wrapping my arms around him. "Please,"

"I promise," our lips met before I headed to the tow truck


"That's some shit," Vic was standing behind the buffet table with me at the fundraiser to save some trees or something later that night. I was telling her the details of the day in a hushed voice watching Clay and Gemma across the park. "Armando? I slept with him once, nothing to write home about," neither of us could help but to snicker at that.

"I was wondering why I never got a letter about it," a family came up to the table and we began filling their plates.

"I feel like a teenager again, working for my Dad for shit pay," she gruffed sitting down on a crate opening a bottle of water.

"You're getting paid?" Don hadn't mentioned anything about money to me.

"He probably wants to make sure I have money to get off his couch, he hasn't been laid in days," she nodded her head over at Don who was in his chef jacket like he owned a french cafe not a diner; his arms were wrapped around a big boobed blond I was sure we went to school with and his mouth was close to her ear either in a whisper or he was licking it.

"Still over there?" I took the bottle from her hands taking a few sips before handing it back.

"Yeah, we haven't quite worked out the details of this shit yet," she put the cap back on, "He told me you accepted his apology, thank you,"

"I still want to kick in his balls until they bleed,"

"Please do," she laughed, "I can't seem to stop getting pregnant,"

"Have you told him yet?" I questioned watching as Clay headed towards the front podium.

"Nah, didn't seem like the right time," both of us quieted down as Clay began speaking.

"What a crock of shit," we both rolled our eyes as he finished.

"Well hopefully it will bring people back in our shop," Vic suggested, business had literally came to a stand still.

"You still open?" A man I had never seen before was standing in front of our table holding an empty paper plate.

"Yeah sorry," Vic gave him her best smile and his cheeks grew red at the small bit of attention, "You're new here," she added.

"Just visiting," he informed her, "Lincoln Potter," he held his hand out to her.

"Vic, this is Bowie," she nodded her head at me as she shook his hand.

"Pleasure," another blush met his cheek, this dude was a strange one, that was for sure. Vic began fixing his plate making small conversation with him. "You ride?" she asked looking down at the worn leather jacket he was wearing.

"A little," he admitted, Vic would literally flirt with anyone. Eventually he left our table and she gave him a small wave as he walked away.

"Okay, what was that?"

"I saw him creeping around at the Sheriff's station while I was on my lunch break the other day," she shrugged her shoulders, "Wondering if he was dumb enough to tell us he was sort of investigator,"

"Him? The only thing I think he is investigating is who stole his bike from his play house,"

"He was a little PEEWEE-y wasn't he?" but I couldn't help but notice that Lincoln Potter did go sit at Roosevelt's table.

"Come on hurry up!" I yelled into the single bathroom stalls a few hours later, I had been helping clean up the food and I was just about ready to head home, "I've got to pee!" I tapped the door with my hand, whoever had been in there had been in there way too long.

"No patients?" A Mexican man with a long ponytail was standing behind me in the line laughing at me yelling at whoever was in the stall for a while now.

"No," I informed him and finally the door in front of me unlocked.

"That is very unfortunate Bowie," the man said and panic took over for the second time that day as the door in front of me opened and another tan man came out.

"Shit!" I started to yell but a hand went over my mouth and the man coming out of the stall shoved a needle into my shoulder. The last thought I had before I was dragged into the darkness of the park was 'Why the hell do I keep getting kidnapped?'


AN: Okay this was kind of a longer chapter, next chapter should have Hap's POV!

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