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I just got over a horrible case of the flu so I apologize in advance if this chapter is not up to par with the others. It wasn't a chapter I planned on writing, but my wonderful beta reminded me that what I consider as subtle shows up in my writing as basically nonexistent.

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Set 3 months after chapter 2

Disclaimer: I do not have the rights to SOA and make no profit off my writing. Anything you don't recognize from the show I have created.

Content Warning: This fanfiction is rated M. Please respect that warning and do not read this if you do not want to read M rated material.

2021

Age 29

Gabby kept a tight hold on Becky as she led the younger woman through the lot. It had taken three months to get her new friend to attempt another Friday night party but Gabby was going to make sure Becky didn't regret it. She had dressed the girl in tight jeans tall boots and a flattering halter top. Becky wasn't exactly thrilled with the outfit as she suddenly caught the attention of a few hang arounds sitting on the picnic tables outside the club house. She cringed at a whistle directed at the 2 women and ducked closer to Gabby.

"That was for you, right?" She asked the more experienced old lady.

Gabby laughed and tugged Becky to the door. "Honey, hang arounds don't whistle at me. They'd lose their lips." She let the remark hang out there as the two entered the clubhouse and were overtaken by patches. Becky lost sight of Gabby after she was engulfed by several out of town brothers Becky didn't know. She momentarily panicked and backed up to the bar.

"No hiding Becky." Vin laughed at her. "Over in the corner there." He shouted into her ear over the noise of the crowd and pointed. Becky grabbed the beer and nodded a thanks to him before pushing her way around a few large bikers. She resisted the urge to turn and yelp when a hand smacked her ass and ducked her head to plow through the crowd instead.

"Hey!" Tom Tom was suddenly in the crowd pushing at a brother with one hand; his other on Becky's back encouraging her to continue walking.

"Where's your escort?" Lenard was suddenly in front of Becky and clearing a path for her as well.

"Swallowed by the hoard at the front door." Becky looked back and couldn't even spot her friend.

"Right, Tacoma, Happy's longtime home, she'll get free eventually." Lenard filled her in and deposited her at a table with Bull and Shark.

"Becks! Damn can't believe you came." Shark leaned over and gave her a hug as Tom Tom returned to the table.

"She nearly got grouped by Donut." Tom Tom added as he sat back down.

"Gabby didn't mention there'd be extra guys here." Becky folded into herself covering whatever skin she could.

"Probably didn't know, they weren't supposed to be here till tomorrow, they're going on the AIDS run with us." Shark explained and took a swig from his drink to hide his grin. Becky was just too damn cute for him, completely lacked the biker gene. She pulled at his heart strings, had since the day he met her, but she was more like a little sister to him than a possible old lady, a fact that frustrated Gabby the matchmaker to no end.

Casper showed up and sat a handful of shot glasses on the table with a bottle of Jack. "Thought Gabby was bringing you here?" He gave Becky a bit of sideways look.

"She did…" Becky started

"She's in the hoard." Shark pointed with his beer bottle to the group of Tacoma brothers between the bar and the front door.

"Shit." Casper whispered under his breath and headed back over to them.

Shark leaned back in his chair and grinned at Tom Tom. "That boy is always one step behind his old lady." Tom Tom laughed and Becky smirked down into her lap.

"Hey!" Shark mockingly clapped his hands as Casper reemerged with Gabby over his shoulder.

"Ha ha." Gabby smacked the back of his head as soon as she was back on her feet. "It's amazing what having an old man gets you out of." She grinned and kissed Casper before looking down at the table. "Which one of you boys is gonna give me your seat?"

Shark laughed and got up to pull his seat out. Casper sat and pulled his old lady down into his lap. "You're welcome." Shark spat in Casper's face before getting flipped off. "Becky my dear…" Becky started to get up to give Shark her chair and he picked her up and settled her down in his lap in her chair same as Casper had.

Gabby smiled wide and pulled out her phone to take a picture. "Oh god." Becky blushed and squirmed to get off Shark's lap but he just laughed and held her tighter giving her cheek a kiss for the picture.

Tom Tom slammed his beer down and got up to yank a chair out from underneath a Tacoma prospect and pulled it over between himself and Shark. "Damn manners." Shark muttered and slid Becky into the extra chair.

Becky gave Tom Tom a coy smile as she settled next to him. Casper caught it and whispered into Gabby's ear. Bull caught it as well, along with the whisper and groaned. "Seriously? Fuck this." Casper looked up from his wife long enough to watch Bull storm off towards a few sweet butts.

Gabby chuckled and turned and whispered something back to Casper. "Care to let us in?" Shark asked, holding his beer up.

Gabby smiled at him and slipped into Bull's abandoned chair. "Just remarking on how cute you two look." Gabby answered eyeing her husband.

"Gabby." Becky tried to warn her off the subject.

"Just saying…"

"No. No we are not doing this again, I am not dating Becky. It's not gonna happen." Shark tried to put a stop to the conversation and poured a round of shots for the table. Gabby took a shot and slammed it down. Only then did Shark realize adding liquor to this equation was a bad idea.

"Tell me why." She challenged and handed Becky a shot across the table. Becky took the shot with trepidation and Tom Tom handed her his beer automatically before she even started to choke. She nodded a thank you as she handed it back, her hand still on her chest.

Shark took his own shot and poured another, slamming it as well. "Fine. You want my list?" He asked and Casper chuckled when Gabby clapped.

"The list, the list!" Gabby had heard Shark's list more than once, had parts of it memorized in fact, and knew that it was impossible and full of bull shit.

"Fine." Another round of shots was poured and drank before Shark went on. "My old lady." Shark spread his hands across his face as if he were revealing a sign. "Will not be related to anyone in the club, will not be a sweet butt. WILL be a biker chick, like and understand the club." Gabby nodded at Becky and Shark held up a hand. "Will be no more than six years younger than me." Gabby pouted, she was only five years younger than Shark but Becky was seven years younger than her.

"She will not have any plastic surgery; she will not dye her hair or wear fake nails. She will have at least a C cup. I want her thin, but curvy, like a medium, maybe a small if she's got hips, don't want a bony bitch. She will be between four and six inches shorter than me, none of that foot and half shit you two have." He pointed between Gabby and Casper.

"Eleven inches." Gabby corrected him. "And you're 6'1'' you want a girl 5'7'' to 5'9''?"

"No interrupting." Shark poured another round of shots but only the men took them. "She has to be smart, doesn't have to have college degree, but she needs some brains. And a good job, a career, but nothing she's too attached to. She has to stay home with the kids. I don't care if she has kids; I ain't picky, as long as they're young and the dad's not in the picture." Gabby rolled her eyes at the 'not picky' line and Becky silently chuckled.

"She…"

"Jesus, man shut up!" Tom Tom flicked a beer cap at him. "You ain't gonna find that."

"That's the point." Gabby spoke up. "See Shark here is actually afraid of losing his freedom to fuck anything with a pussy. So instead of giving up on love he created the perfect woman. He's never gonna find her, and he will have excuses for the rest of his life."

"Not true, okay look, you two are a perfect fit, I want my perfect fit. I don't want a string of ex-wives behind me, I want a soul mate." Shark defended himself.

"Oh don't you dare say soul mate. You said nothing about this girl's personality, sense of humor, morals, values, beliefs, family..." Becky counted down each one on her fingers.

"Exactly! See he doesn't have to actually get to know any of them because they aren't perfect physically, stops him from getting attached." Gabby bounced in her seat and pointed at Shark.

"I know what I want! Tom Tom, you know what you want." Shark tried to deflect the attention.

"Not a list man. Not like that shit." Tom Tom held up his hands not wanting to get involved.

"Let's hear it, come on." Casper banged his fit on the table and pulled Gabby back into his lap. She snaked a hand under his cut and slipped it up the back of his shirt.

"It's not really a list. I want a girl who's cool with the club. Someone who won't freak when I go on runs." Tom Tom shrugged. "Don't want a slut. Want a girl that hasn't been with half my brothers."

"See, that's totally respectable. Biggest fight between a brother and his old lady is about the club, avoid that and everything else can be dealt with." Gabby toasted him and took a shot, leading the rest to do the same.

"And no kids." Tom Tom added. "And doesn't want 'em." Becky looked down at her hands in her lap.

It was nearly an hour later that Gabby felt her phone buzz. It was a text from Charlene. 'You need to come pick up the kids, now.' Gabby furrowed her brow and reread the text twice before answering it; 'Okay, on my way, what's wrong?' She got no reply.

"I got to go; Charlene needs me to get the kids."

"Why?" Casper asked immediately and looked down at her phone.

"I don't know, she didn't say." She held the phone up to her ear and tried to call her but got no answer.

"You want me to come with you?" Casper offered.

"No, one of them probably got sick. Charlene has a puke aversion." She grabbed her jacket from the free chair and put it on. "Becky, I gotta go. Something's up with the kids."

"Oh…um, can you drop me off on the way?" Becky got up as well.

"It's the opposite direction. Casper?"

"Yeah, I'll get you home. You don't mind the bike, right?"

"I guess not." Becky shrugged and sat back down.

"Sorry. Enjoy yourself. Shark…" Gabby looked at him and nodded to Becky.

"I got you Becky." Shark smiled at her. "She'll have a great time." He rubbed her back. Tom Tom glared at him. He hated watching Shark feel Becky up.

Gabby parked in Charlene's driveway and glanced at her phone reading the text message again. She had called Charlene a total of 5 times since receiving it and got no reply. She looked around at the house and saw Ryan's car. She suddenly had a lump in her throat and wished she had accepted Casper's offer to come with her. She tucked her phone in her pocket and checked the gun in her purse to make sure it was loaded before hurrying out of the door up the front path and took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell.

"You couldn't have gotten here faster?" Charlene immediately snapped as she opened the door.

"I came straight here. I called you five times! What's going on, are they okay?" Gabby looked around the house for any sign her kids, or more likely Ryan had had a fit.

"I can't do this anymore." Charlene said and grabbed the kids' bags off the floor by the door.

"Can't do what anymore? Watch them for me? Were they bad?"

"No they were fine, they're sleeping. You need to get them."

"Okay, I will. Charlene tell me what's going on. Is it Ryan?" She asked but she knew the answer already. "I thought he was out of town."

"He's home now. He doesn't want them here. Or you. He was pissed."

"Look, I know he's not a fan of the club but you're not at the clubhouse. He has no right to tell you who you can and can't be friends with."

"It's just easier this way. I'll take the bags out. You get the kids."

"Charlene no. Stop for a second." Gabby grabbed Charlene's arm making her drop one of the bags. "What the hell has gotten into you? You're gonna stop seeing your best friend, your god kids, because it's easier than standing up for yourself?"

"It's not like that." Charlene defended herself. She glanced down the hall looking and listening for any clue that Ryan was listening to the fight.

"Then tell me what it's like. Do you not want to see me or the kids anymore?"

"I don't want anything to do with your club. I never have. You never wanted anything to do with it either. I remember a time when we were going to go away to college together. When we both wanted nothing to do with Charming or the club."

"Yeah, I know, I remember. But a lot of things happened between then and now. We both did go to college eventually and we both did leave Charming."

"But you're still consumed by that damn club!"

"That damn club? Jesus Charlene, I know that's Ryan talking, not you. You aren't at the club house. You aren't at my house with the guys. No one from the club is here, not even my husband. Don't tell me this is about the club. This is about Ryan."

"No it's not!"

"Then why did you volunteer to take the kids overnight when he was supposed to be out of town? What besides Ryan coming home has changed in the last four hours since I dropped the kids off?"

Charlene wouldn't meet Gabby's eyes as the two women stood in the hallway. "Just…just get your kids out of my house."

"Don't you see what he's doing Charlene? He's separating you from everyone close to you. He doesn't want you to have anyone else in your life. He's doing this to control you. Charlene, is he hurting you?"

"Is he hurting me? What? You don't like him so he must be abusive? Well your husband is an outlaw, is he abusive?" Charlene snapped.

"No, he's not. He also doesn't control who my friends are or make demands of me."

"Get out of my house." Charlene's bottom lip started to quiver. She was losing her resolve.

"I'll help you. I'll help you get away from him. Now, later, after all of this I will still help you." Gabby watched her friend try to hold on to her anger.

"I don't need your help." She seethed and charged out the front door with the kids' bags unable to listen to her friend's pleas.

Gabby ran up the stairs into the guest room and woke her daughter gently. "Kristen sweetie, we got to go. Come on, you gotta walk to the car and then you can sleep all the way home okay?"

"Mommy why? I want to stay."

"No sweetie, we're leaving, come on, be a good girl, I gotta carry your brother." Kristen nodded and got up clutching her stuffed bunny. Gabby gently picked up Mathew and carried him down the stairs.

"Mommy my shoes are gone." Kristen stopped at the door.

"They're in the car already. You can walk barefoot, it's okay." Gabby shifted Mathew so she would have a free hand and guided Kristen out of the house by her shoulder. She helped her into the already open door and left her to buckle herself in before going around to the other side for Mathew's car seat. Charlene was one step ahead of her and opened that door as well. Gabby set Mathew down in the car seat and left him unbuckled so she could catch Charlene as she headed back to the house.

"You're not even gonna say goodbye to them?" Charlene glanced at the kids in the back seat then back at Gabby shaking her head no. Gabby shook her own head and grabbed Charlene's arm so she couldn't leave. "I mean it Charlene, six months, a year, five years from now; if you need help I will help you."

Charlene ripped her arm out of Gabby's grasp and took a step away. "You or the guys show up here I'll call the cops." Gabby couldn't help but scoff but Charlene just turned and walked towards the house.

Gabby went back to the car and buckled Mathew into his car seat. Luckily he hadn't woken but Kristen was still wide awake and staring at her mother.

Gabby took her jacket off and covered Mathew before shutting his door. She pulled his blanket out of his bag Charlene had packed and put in the trunk and went back to Kristen and covered her as well before kissing her head.

"Charlene told me to tell you goodbye. She has to go out of town and she needed to leave right away." Gabby lied to her daughter. "Try to go back to sleep." She added before closing the door.

She sat behind the wheel and took a few breaths. Part of her wanted to go back in there and drag Charlene out by force. But she knew it wouldn't help. Charlene wouldn't leave Ryan until she was ready and trying to force her to might just drive her further into his arms. Besides, she couldn't do anything with the kids here. She wouldn't risk their safety, and she didn't want them to have to see or hear a fight. To this day Gabby still remembered everything and every word exchanged between Happy and her mother the day she came home from the hospital when she was eight.

She pulled out her phone and sent Casper a text message before pulling out of the driveway. She glanced back at the house and saw Charlene standing in the window watching her.

Casper sprung up from the couch when he saw head lights pull into the drive and jogged out to the garage. He jumped down the small staircase at the door and opened the driver's door as soon as Gabby stopped the engine.

Gabby climbed out of the car and immediately buried her face in her husband's chest. She had kept herself together until Kristen fell asleep and then she finally gave in to the urge to cry the rest of the way home.

"Gabby what happened?" Casper wrapped his hand in her hair and rubbed the other in circles on her back.

Gabby sniffled a few times and took a deep breath. "We need to get the kids in bed."

"Gabby…"

"I'll tell you…everything…just…we need to get them…"

"Okay, I will. You go inside." Gabby nodded and turned for the house.

Casper watched Gabby turn to go into the house, her shoulders were hunched and she hadn't bothered to even grab her purse or taken her keys out of the ignition. When she was inside he opened the back and took Kristen out first carrying her upstairs and settling her in bed thankful that she didn't wake up. When he got back to the garage Mathew was awake and crying and Casper rushed to him.

"Hey, hey little man, it's okay, dad's here. You're home. Dad's gonna put you in bed." Casper took his son out of the car and soothed him as he brought him in the house and up the stairs to his room. He made one more trip to the car retrieving the kids and his wife's things before finding his wife sitting on the kitchen counter drinking a glass of wine.

He laid her purse keys and jacket on the table and walked up to her picking up the now empty wine bottle. It had been new, the seal and cork screw still on the counter next to her. At least her glass looked full, she hadn't managed the entire bottle in the time he was gone.

"Gabby?" He stood in front of her resting his hands on either side of her on the counter, effectively trapping her. He hoped the wine would make this process easier.

"He's got her completely brain washed!"

"Ryan?" Casper caught on quickly.

"She was spouting all this bull shit that she was done with me and the kids because she didn't want to be associated with the club. It was bull shit. That piece of shit is controlling her." Gabby sloshed wine out of her glass onto her jeans and Casper took it away and blotted the stain with a towel, more so to think than because he cared about cleanliness.

"He came home, and all of a sudden my kids had to be out of the house. She wouldn't listen to reason; she's smarter than this Casper. What the hell is wrong with her?"

Casper stayed silent. He had to let Gabby say everything she had to say before he interrupted, it was one of the first things Happy had clued him in on.

"I can't lose her. She's my best friend. My best friend Casper. She was the only one that was always there for me. Always. She used to give me her clothes because my mother wouldn't buy me any. She shared her lunch with me every day. Do you know how many times I ran to her house in the middle of the night because mom brought another guy home? Jesus Casper I can't lose her. I can't. She was the only one there for me. The only one when my mom died. The only one that came to the house, she took me to the funeral home; she sat with me the whole time they cremated…" Gabby's voice broke as she let out a sob and Casper moved his hands to her waist giving her a reassuring squeeze.

"I can't let him hurt her. I can't." She finally gave up talking and just cried, allowing Casper to pull her into his chest.

"Do you know that he's hurting her?" Casper asked. Casper loved Charlene like a sister. Though she had been away at college while he had dated Gabby he met her a few times, and it was clear how close the two were. He had always hated Ryan and over examined every nuance of the relationship he was let in on looking for any sign of physical abuse. It wasn't there, emotional abuse no question, mental abuse definitely, but as far as he knew Ryan had never laid a hand on her. But the relationship certainly had the potential.

She pulled away and glared at him.

"Gabby, love, I hate the guy as much as you do. I'll get on my bike and go there now, beat the fucking shit out of him if he laid a hand on her. But if she doesn't want help she's not gonna leave him. We have BOTH begged her to. She's convinced this guy is her everything. As wrong as we know it is we can't tell her who to love."

"She said she'd call the cops if any of you…or me… showed up." She pushed him away and hopped off the counter. Casper backed up to give her space but she only reached for the wine he had set aside and drained the glass. Only his wife chugged wine. Fuck.

"Gabby." He took the empty glass and set it in the sink. "Gabby, come on, come upstairs. Lay down with me."

"I'm not drunk." She shoved his hands off of her and backed up.

"I know you're not drunk. It takes a hell of a lot more than one bottle of wine to get you drunk. You're tired and upset. There's nothing we can do tonight. Okay? Come up stairs with me. Please love."

Gabby let Casper half drag her up the stair and into the bedroom. He stripped her down and sat her down on the bed, sitting behind her to rub her shoulders.

"She knows you care. She knows you'll do anything to help her. If you go in there kicking and screaming you'll drive her further away. Give her some space. Hope that when she doesn't have you to vent to she'll let that anger build up until she breaks up with him." Casper spoke calmly to his wife as he felt her start to relax.

"What if he hurts her? You don't know what that's like Casper. Your home is supposed to be safe." Gabby whispered and Casper closed his eyes to block out the visions that always popped in his head when she said things like that about her childhood.

"I don't hope that it will happen. But it may be the push she needs to wake up and walk out." Casper kissed his wife's shoulder and wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her back into him again. "I love you." He whispered into her ear.

"Love you too." She answered and held on to his arms pulling them tighter around her.

"Yo!" Shark nocked on Gabby and Casper's front door.

"Uncle Shark is here!" Kristen yelled as she opened the door. "Uncle Shark can I go with you?" Kristen wasn't shy as she jumped up on Shark and he caught her and carried her inside the house.

"Sorry munchkin, no babe's on the ride. But your momma is gonna take you to the clubhouse to see us off, that will be fun."

"No…we're not going." Kristen pouted and hung tightly on to Shark as they got to the kitchen and he tried to put her down.

"Why not?" As far as Shark knew plans hadn't changed and Gabby was bringing the kids to the clubhouse to see off the charity riders.

Kristen shrugged and again pouted as Shark put her down. "Daddy said he's not going, and mommy is sick."

"Your mom is sick?"

"Kristen, go check on your brother, in the living room please." Casper came into the room and scooted his daughter out.

"Gabby's sick?" Shark asked him.

Casper blew out a breath. "I need to stay here and look after the kids, Gabby's not up to it." Casper and Gabby had agreed last night not to contact Charlene but they never got to a discussion on how to tell the rest of the club.

"She's not sick." Shark read his brother well and looked at him pointedly.

"No, she's not sick. It's a family thing."

"And suddenly I'm not family?" Shark stepped closer and Casper ran a hand through his hair.

"Look, it's complicated. It's not my place to talk about it. You're just gonna have to hang tight for a couple days."

"Like fuck." Shark threw at him and walked out of the kitchen and jogged up the stairs. He had no qualms about going into Casper and Gabby's bedroom, decency be damned.

He knocked on the door but pushed it open without waiting for an answer. Gabby was dressed in yoga pants and a t shirt sitting cross legged on the bed. Her hair was a wild mess, frankly the way Shark preferred it and he cracked a smile.

"Wicked case of bed head there Gabs. So what's this news you haven't felt like sharing?" He walked right in and leaned on a dresser crossing his arms and his ankles.

Gabby looked up from a picture she was holding and Shark's breath caught at the pure hurt across her face. "Charlene."

"Is she okay?" Shark got up from his perch and sat on the edge of the bed. From the look on Gabby's face her best friend may have died.

"She's… yeah. She's fine. Not hurt anyway."

"You two have a fight? Didn't she have the kids last night?" Shark started putting two and two together; Gabby had left the party early to get the kids, the kids that Charlene was supposed to be watching all night and bringing to the clubhouse this morning to be a part of the sendoff.

"Charlene's not gonna be coming around." Gabby put the picture down and Shark picked it up. It was of Gabby and Charlene as teenagers. Gabby was smoking and had a fat lip; Charlene was drinking in another man's lap, his eyes aimed down her shirt.

"Ryan." Shark put the picture down and looked back at Gabby. "Jesus, did he hurt her?"

"No. I don't think so. She…picked him over me. He doesn't want her talking to me."

"Doesn't want her around the club." Shark finished. Gabby nodded. "Gabby…"

"I'll be fine Shark. I'm just…still absorbing all this. Take Casper. He doesn't need to stay here. I got the kids."

"Hun Casper's not leaving. You know that. I'll go, I'll cover for him. Don't worry about it. I won't tell anyone. But they're gonna notice, they're gonna ask questions. Gabby they're gonna want to step in and handle this." He squeezed her hand and she gave him a small smile.

"I just need to tell Hap alone. Then I can tell everyone else."

"Hap?" Shark tried to think back to any kind of bond Happy and Charlene had.

Gabby chuckled at Shark's perplexed look. "Hap's known Charlene nearly as long as he's known me. You might not think it, but he's a sentimental motherfucker."

Shark laughed hard at that and got up from the bed kissing Gabby's cheek. "Love you; call me if you need anything. ANYTHING, I'd love to pound that guy."

"Thanks." She reached up and squeezed the hand he had resting on her shoulder. Shark nodded once and headed back down the stairs where Casper was waiting.

Shark looked at him and shook his head. "Part of me wants to say fuck it and go kill the bastard." Casper admitted and Shark blew out a breath.

He rubbed his hand over the back of his neck. "Count me in if you do. I gotta get going. You call in?"

"Chris knows I ain't coming."

"What you tell him? Gabby said not to say anything till she tells Hap."

"Told him a family thing came up last night and I couldn't make it. He saw us both leave the party, he got it. Betting Vivica will be showing up soon as you all pull out." Shark smiled at that, Vivica was nosey as they came, but she butted in to help, not just out of curiosity.

With all the extra patches milling around the lot Shark didn't think Casper's absence would even be noticed. He should have known better. He at least should have thought of the fact that the guys would notice Gabby and the kids not here. Hard to miss the kids not getting passed around from brother to brother. A day without sweet butts made them the life of the party, hell even when there were sweet butts those kids still took center stage.

Shark saw Happy in the corner on the phone trying to find a quiet place to talk. He snapped his phone closed in frustration and looked around the lot, meeting Shark's eyes. Shark swallowed as the Tacoma Killer walked toward him with a determined stride.

"You go there this morning?" Happy started in.

"Umm, where, here?" Shark pointed down to the ground.

"Where are they?" Happy ripped off his sunglasses and got in Sharks face.

"Casper isn't coming. Some family thing." Shark started to walk off and Happy grabbed his arm and pulled him back. Hard.

"Family thing?" Hap spat out.

"Umm, they…she…"

"FUCK." Hap let go of his arm and walked into the chapel. He exchanged a few words with Chris before the president nodded his head and Happy stormed out of the clubhouse to his bike.

"Hap?" Vin jogged over, "we aren't leaving yet."

"Got something to do." Hap answered and rode off the lot making Vin jump back out of his way.

"Jesus fucking Christ." Shark rubbed his arm and took a deep breath.

Chris spotted him and walked over. "Something I need to know about?"

"What?" Shark was kicking himself. He was Casper's best friend, why did he assume people would not come straight to him?

"This gonna bite me in the ass?" Chris asked instead.

"No…no umm, no." Shark answered. Chris shook his head and went back to the chapel.

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