Author's Note

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She resisted rolling her eyes as she rode past the welcome to Charming sign. "Welcome to Charming. Our name says it all." This town was far from charming after everything that had happened the last few years.

She had sworn to herself that she would never step foot in the Californian town again. In fact, she wouldn't have even considered it if it was a paying job, but Happy just had to bring up the fact that she owed him her life. She had known Happy since she was a teenager and he was prospecting for SAMTAC. Even then, he was still the cold blooded killer that they knew today, but somehow she had gotten past his hard exterior.

TM wasn't hard to find. Even with the large yellow sign that hung above the shop, the reapers that were painted everywhere and the row of Harleys made it stick out like a sore thumb. She parked her own Harley at the end of the row. She looked around the lot, taking in her surroundings. From what she could tell, no one was outside. She took her time getting off her bike and taking her helmet off. She ran her fingers through her tangled dark hair. After being on the road for ten hours, she was sure she looked a little worse for wear.

"Can I help you, lass?" a Scottish voice said from behind her.

She spun around to see who it was. He wore a leather kutte with a vice president patch on his chest. He was tall and had a weathered handsomeness about him.

She took several steps closer to him. "Oh, there are several things you can help me with." She chewed on her lip as she continued to look him over. Finally, she dragged her eyes back up to his face. She took off her sunglasses. "I'm looking for Happy Lowman."

He narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?" he questioned.

She fought back a smirk. She opened her mouth to explain herself but was interrupted by a familiar voice yelling her name.

"Loveless!" Happy yelled as he came out of the clubhouse.

A big smile spread across her face. "Lowman!" she yelled. She pushed past the man in front of her and jogged to Happy. He pulled her into his arms. He smelt just like she remembered. Leather and the same cheap soap he had used since she first met him.

"Glad you could make it, Love," Hap said, smirking down at her.

"Well, you know, anything for the guy who saved my life 15 years ago," she said pointedly. He grinned down at her. "You ever going to let that go?"

"Nope," he smirked. "And I've saved your life more than once."

"Figures," she said rolling her eyes.

Someone cleared their throat behind them. They turned around to see the whole club watching them.

"Who's your friend, Hap?" Jax asked.

Happy looked down at her with a questioning glance. She gave him a quick nod giving him the okay to share her name.

"This is Ophelia Loveless. My friend who can get anyone to talk," Happy explained, resting his hand on her shoulder.

"You didn't mention that it was a chick," Tig said as his eyes trailed over her body.

Jax stepped forward and held out his hand for her to shake. "Glad you could make it here so quickly."

"Yeah, you were lucky I was in Vegas and not halfway across the country," she said shaking his hand.

"I'm Jax."

"Nice to meet you," she said sounding uninterested. "I was told you needed answers quickly."

"Yeah, the sooner the better," Jax said as he nodded his head.

"Then take me to him."

She rode along side of Happy down a dirt road. Jax and Chibs rode ahead of them with a few other members behind them. They came to a building surrounded by trees. As far as she could tell, there wasn't any houses near by. It was good that they were keeping this guy in the middle of nowhere. They were being smart about something at least.

"Give me a rundown of what happened," she said as they walked to the warehouse.

"We were outside of Lodi. A dark SUV came out of nowhere and blocked the highway between us and our truck," Jax explained from beside her. "There was five of them. They pulled our guy out of the truck and then took off with our shipment."

"Guns?" she asked, but she already knew the answer.

Jax thought for a moment and then nodded. He stopped her outside of the door. "We just need to find out who they are and where they took our shipment."

"That I can do," she said. She pulled out a pack of smokes from her pocket, and placed one between her lips. As she lit the cigarette, she looked to Happy. "You wanna watch?"

"Hell yeah," he grinned. He opened the door for her, leaving Jax and the rest of them outside.

Once Ophelia's eyes adjusted to darkness inside, she saw their prisoner slumped over in a chair in the middle of the room. She caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Another member of SAMCRO stepped out of the darkness. He was younger than most of the other members. He had a mohawk with tribal tattoos on either side.

"I'll let you guys do your thing," he mumbled before slipping out of the room.

"Jesus Christ, Hap," she muttered as she walked closer to the guy in the chair. He looked like he was half dead.

Ophelia knelt down in front of him. His hair was coated with blood and stuck to his face. She carefully brushed hair away from his eyes. He had a large cut over his right eye. His left eye was swollen shut. His nose looked broken, and his lip was split open. She could only imagine what the rest of him looked like.

"Man, Hap really did a number on you," she mumbled.

His eyes fluttered open and hissed as he breathed. He looked at her carefully. "You here to finish the job?" he asked.

"Depends on what you tell me," she said, giving him a small smile. She snubbed out her cigarette before she took off her backpack. She then reached inside and pulled out her worn medical bag. "You see, if you tell me everything I want, I'll patch you up. If you don't, well, I guarantee that you won't be walking out of here."

"Who are you?" he breathed, wincing as he moved.

"You can call me Lily," she smiled as she set up her supplies. "Can you tell me who you are?"

Happy stood back as he watched Ophelia do her thing. It had been a long time since he had watched her work. Unlike himself, who caused pain quickly to get answers, she took her time. She played mind games with them. Got them to tell her everything without even realizing it. It was hard for him to admit that she was better at it than him. He was the one that taught her everything in the first place. He had seen the wrath and ruthlessness that hid behind her blue eyes.

Before Happy knew it, Ophelia was walking towards him. He could tell by her smirk that she had found something out, but he hadn't heard the guy say anything.

Hap looked down at his watch. "10 minutes. That must be a new record for you," he said, smirking.

She rolled her eyes. "You did most of the work anyways." She patted his chest as she walked outside. She found Jax leaning against his Harley talking to Chibs and Tig.

"Let me guess, you accidently killed him?" Tig said as they watched her come closer.

Ophelia crossed her arms. "He's part of the Devil's Horsemen," she said to Jax, ignoring Tig.

"Never heard of them," Chibs said.

"Aren't they in the Bible?" Tig asked, scrunching up his face.

She sighed. "The Devil's Horsemen is an MC based out of Texas, but I'm guessing since he's so far from home, they have a new charter nearby."

"He told you this?" Jax asked, slightly impressed.

Ophelia shrugged. "More or less," she said. "I saw his club ink."

The guys shared a looked. "What do you know about them?" Jax asked.

"They mainly run drugs for a cartel, but they also deal and sell guns," she explained. "These guys aren't just lowlifes. They've all done hard crime, and they're smart. The Feds can't get any convictions on any members. If the Devil's Horsemen are expanding to the west coast, it's not good for anyone."

"If they sell guns, why steal ours?" Chibs asked.

"Initiation. Show you guys there's a new player in town," she shrugged. "Hell if I know."

"How do you so much about them?" Jax asked.

"I had a run in with the mother charter a couple years ago," she said. "I did my homework then."

"This all great and everything, but it doesn't tell us where they took the guns," Chibs grumbled.

"Wait," she said, holding up her hand. "You said that these guys came out of nowhere when they hit you?"

"Yeah," Jax said slowly, wondering where she was going with this.

She licked her lips. "I need to talk to the guy who was driving the truck, and somebody get me a map."

"What are you thinking?" Happy asked as Jax got someone to get Rat and a map.

"There's nothing along that stretch of highway. If they came out of nowhere and disappeared just as fast, there's good chance that they've set up shop close by," she explained.

One of the guys laid out a map on the hood of the shoved a scraggly looking kid towards her.

"This is Ratboy. He was driving," Tig said.

Ophelia looked over the map. "Where did they hit the truck?" she asked.

"Here," Jax pointed to a spot on the map. Just like she suspected, there was nothing around it.

She looked at Rat. "You sure no one was following you?"

He nodded his head. "Yes, ma'am," he stuttered. "There wasn't anyone else on the road except us."

"And the SUV came out of nowhere?" she questioned.

"Yes, ma'am. I was following the guys, and as soon as they passed, an SUV was blocking the road," Rat said.

She examined the map carefully. "Here," she said suddenly as she pointed to a spot on the map. "It's an excess road to some state land." She looked to Jax. "I bet you that's where they stashed them."

Jax nodded his head, thinking what she said over. It made sense. "Okay."

She motioned towards the warehouse. "I'll go in there and get him to confirm everything. I'll find out how many guys they have," she said. She took a deep breath and looked Jax in the eye. "But I just want to put this out there. You got to think about this carefully. If you do this, it will start a war, and I guarantee that it will end bloody. The Horsemen will have every one of their charters come after anyone who wears a reaper."

"They started the war," Jax defended.

A big smile spread across her lips. "Alright," she said. "Let's do this shit." She turned around and went back into the warehouse.

Jax turned to Happy. "Why have you never mentioned her before?" he asked. After everything that had happened in the last five years, he wondered why Happy had kept Ophelia to himself. If she could figure out who this guy was and have a pretty good idea where they're keeping the guns within 15 minutes, he wondered what else she could do.

Happy shrugged. "She likes working alone and she hates Charming."

"What does she have against Charming?" Jax asked.

"Don't know," Hap said, shortly. "She doesn't like talking about it." He turned around and followed Ophelia back inside.

She walked back to their little friend. He watched her carefully as she circled around him. "I know you're a Devil's Horsemen," she said. His eyes went wide. "I know there's a new charter in California." She leaned down to his ear. "And I know where they took the guns."

He looked at her with narrowed eyes. "Then why am I still breathing?"

"Because I know you can be useful," she said. She grabbed a chair and sat down in front of him. "Your MC left you for dead. Left you bleeding out in the middle of the road in the hands of the enemy. They don't care what happens to you."

"It doesn't matter anyways," he said. "As soon as I tell you what you want, you'll kill me, and for whatever reason you decide to let me go, my club will kill me."

She leaned closer to him. "If you help us, I will make sure you stay breathing," she said. She sat back. "What do you have to lose? You don't tell me, you'll die. If I'm lying, well, you'll die knowing you helped."

He let a sigh. He didn't have a choice if he wanted any chance to stay alive. "What do you want to know?" he asked finally.