I do not own any characters from Sons of Anarchy. I own Sara and any other original characters.
November 2007
Sara raced back to Clay's house, by some miracle not crashing her car through her tears, and had fallen apart in Gemma's arms. Gemma's lack of surprise didn't shock Sara; the matriarch seemed to always know what was going on within the organization.
Gemma assured her that the club would take care of her and told her she could stay in Charming and work at TM if she wanted; that Gemma could find her a nice little apartment. Sara had shaken her head, reminding Gemma that she had to get back to her brother and he wouldn't be able to handle this blow alone.
Gemma looked at her darkly and reminded her that "Jason is a man and he didn't need his little sister to take care of him." Sara shot back some comment about the importance of family before storming off to the guest room and slamming the door. It felt hypocritical to hear Gemma say those words; Gemma firmly believed the strength of these men lie with their women, and while she appreciated the offer to stay she didn't appreciate Gemma's disregard for her brother or her family back home. They would be devastated.
After a few hours of sulking, Gemma had knocked on her door and told her to stop acting like an ill-tempered brat and to get dressed for the party. "You're a woman in this club and you need to put on a happy face and remind everyone that you still deserve some goddamn respect. That's how we survive." Gemma had pushed and Sara had shot her an angry look but complied. She always did was she was supposed to; she supposed that was part of the problem.
She was still fuming as she pulled onto the lot later that night. She may have to show up but she didn't have to be happy about it. Nope. Zero fucks given. None. Her family was being ripped apart and here she was, forced to put on a happy face and be the pretty little princess she was supposed to be. Princess of what? A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse she thought bitterly.
She had flipped through her limited closet repeatedly before settling on a short black leather skirt with a tight black lace cami. Her tits were pushed high, long hair pin-straight and pulled up into a fierce ponytail. Her heels were dangerously high but she forced herself to stalk confidently into the clubhouse and made a beeline for the bar, pushing a croweater out of her way. She knew she was being a bitch but she didn't care. Not tonight.
Zero. Fucks. Given.
Half-Sack did a double take when he saw her squeeze between some people. The only upside to this was the free booze. She could get nice and drunk. Maybe she would forget about the ache weighing her heart like lead. She saw his eyes flick down to her tits before pouring her a rum & Coke and she shot him a flirtatious look.
"When do you patch in again?" She asked and his Adam's apple bob nervously before reminding her he wasn't even a prospect yet. She pouted a little and finished her drink in a few gulps, asking for another.
He handed it to her and excused himself to serve someone else and she turned to face to the crowd as she sipped her drink. She spotted a familiar head of blonde hair and smiled widely to herself.
"Well, well, who do we have here?" She asked as she slipped an arm around Kozik's waist, interrupting his conversation with another brother. Who cares. He looked down at her in surprise and a wide grin spread on his face as he took in her outfit.
"I could ask you the same thing." He teased playfully pulling her closer into his side. He introduced her to the man he had been talking to—some guy from Tacoma whose name she forgot the minute he told her. She wasn't in the mood to make new friends. What was the point?
She finished her second drink as she started to feel the effects of her first. Man, Half-Sack must really be liberal with the booze. She disregarded the feeling and made Kozik get a croweater to bring them another round.
Happy was late to the party. He had been taking care of a Niner problem and had spent a good portion of the night digging holes in the woods with Tig. By the time he showered and got himself to the clubhouse, it was close to midnight. After grabbing himself a drink he made his way to the pool tables taking in the sight before him.
Kozik was sitting on the couch chatting raucously with some of the SAMTAC brothers but it was the small blonde in his lap that made him stop. She had one arm behind his brother's neck and her legs crossed over his lap. He didn't think she was going to show her face after storming out earlier but here she was, and definitely showing more than her face.
Her short skirt had ridden up a little and was barely covering the creamy skin of her ass. Happy's mood darkened considerably as Kozik wrapped one arm around her waist and his other moved across her legs to rest high on her exposed thigh.
Koz whispered something in her ear and she laughed happily, her tits bouncing in his brother's face. Happy approached slowly, pushing down the unfamiliar feeling of possessiveness that filled him. She wasn't his; she was free to do whatever or whoever she wanted.
"What're you doing here?" He asked her once he got in earshot, unsettled by his inability to mask his jealousy. Koz looked up and greeted him with a smile and she just cocked her head with a smile. He could see the alcohol glazing her dark-lined eyes.
"Having fun. Why?" She challenged with a smirk. If it hadn't pissed him off so much, he would have admitted she looked fucking hot.
"Thought you would have stayed in tonight." He gruffed pointedly.
"Now you know Gemma would never let me do something like that." Her response was coy but it was the frosty intonation in her voice that caught his attention. She shouldn't be here like this. She was going to run her mouth and get her ass into some trouble. Kozik's subtle glance around betrayed his similar thoughts.
"Come on." He responded gruffly reaching for her arm. She jerked it out of his grasp and leaned into Koz.
"No, I think I'm okay here." She said with a giggle. Koz watched the exchange in confusion.
"Yeah brother, I think she's fine where she is. I'll keep a close eye on this one." He responded flirtatiously tightening his arm around her waist, not missing the dark look cross Happy's eyes.
Sara glared at Happy before turning her attention back to the SAMTAC brothers.
Happy couldn't believe the woman in front of him. He had never seen her act like such a dumb slut. More than that, he didn't miss the smugness in her eyes that revealed she knew what she was doing. That she was intentionally flirting with his brothers to piss him off. She was trying to get a rise out of him and he was hell-bent not to give her what she wanted.
Happy took a drink from his bottle and mumbled 'stupid cunt' before heading outside to jump in the ring. The idea of beating the shit out of someone was suddenly incredibly appealing; he tried not to over-think it.
Sara embraced the alcohol surging through her system as Kozik's fingers squeezed her side, his eyes trained on Happy storming off into the crowd.
"Wanna tell me what that was about?" He asked quietly, looking up at her with interest. She watched as Happy's back disappeared in the crowd before turning back to Kozik and shrugging. She bit her lip suggestively.
"I could. We could go somewhere a little more private to discuss it, if you'd like." She offered as her fingers wrapped in the hair at the base of his neck. He leaned out of her grasp and she pouted.
"Come on, I just crossed a brother for you. This ain't you, what's going on?"
"They're shutting down SAMDINO." She whispered back finally meeting his eyes. His softened as he ran a hand over his face.
"Shit. Can they do that?"
"They can do whatever they want, apparently." She spat venomously under hushed tones.
"I'm sorry Sare." She nodded and swallowed, shrugging again not sure what to say. She hadn't intended on getting upset about it again.
"What's that gotta do with Hap?" Koz asked after a beat. She shrugged. It had nothing to do with Hap, she knew that. He wasn't even Redwood.
"Well don't go around pissing that one off just because you're upset. He's not someone you want to burn just for the hell of it." Koz warned with a pointed look and she rolled her eyes and nodded.
"Now go get me another beer, wench." Koz said pushing her off his lap playfully. This playfulness brought a smile to her face and she obeyed, grateful she had someone she trusted that she could talk to and who knew exactly how to snap her out of her funk.
By the time Happy climbed out of the ring, his eye was starting to swell and he could taste the coppery flavor of blood in his mouth. He had always liked the metallic tang and he sucked his lip before accepting the beer some bitch handed him.
He rolled his eyes as he spotted Sara leaning against the building with three hangarounds around her. Her batting eyelashes and unnecessary touching betrayed her flirting. Unable to resist, he stomped over.
"Beat it." He said menacingly and the three guys scampered off. Bunch of pussies. She sighed dramatically and ran a hand through her long ponytail looking around in boredom.
"Cut the shit, bitch. Ain't like you were gonna fuck 'em anyway."
"You don't know that." She quipped and he could hear a drunk slur forming beneath her words. Without a word Happy started unbuckling his pants.
"Get on your knees then." He commanded roughly. She scoffed and glared.
"No fucking way." She responded snootily.
"Come on, you spoiled little slut. You wanna act like a croweater; I'll treat you like one. You can go ahead and blow me right here." He shot back and saw her look away frowning and biting her lip. He studied her in silence.
"Did you know?" She asked somberly after a moment and he felt the massive shift in energy. "Did you know they were shutting my chapter down?"
"Ain't your chapter, sweetheart." He reminded before continuing, "Yeah I knew."
"You knew and you didn't tell me." She accused and he shrugged.
"Not my place. What difference would it have made, anyway?" He responded simply. She set her jaw and huffed in response. When she finally met his eyes they were glossy with unshed tears. Fuck, now she was going to cry?
"What am I supposed to do?" She asked fearfully. His heart clenched in his chest. Goddammit.
"What ever you want." He answered softly, annoyed with himself for letting her get to him.
"It's not that simple." She argued shaking her head.
"It is. You make a decision. Then do it." He responded barely above a whisper. This was neither the time nor the place for this conversation. She nodded and looked at her feet as she toed the ground before sniffing and wiping her fingers under her eyes. She took in a deep breath and he saw her straighten up slightly and send him a smile didn't reach her eyes.
"I'm fine. I'm just drunk." She waved her hand dismissively as her strong, icy façade went back up. It was the same one she had come to SAMCRO with weeks ago and seeing it again shook something loose in him. He hated it; hated that she felt like she needed to guard herself against him. He knew what it was like to lose family and to feel lost. He eyed her critically before glancing over his shoulder towards the rest of the party.
"Come on. Let's get out of here." He stated, silencing her protest with a firm look. He rebuckled his pants and brought her back to the party long enough to clean up his face and grab his shirt and kutte. She stumbled on the way to his bike.
"You gonna be able to hold on and not fall off?" He teased and she laughed quietly—still not with her usual lightness—as he handed her a helmet. It was unsettling to see her so defeated. Normally she radiated sunshine and attitude. She could bring him to his knees with a smile and then just as quickly make him want to strangle her when she spoke; hell, that was what was so scary about being around her. She had no idea the power she had over him. Sara had been in his head for years, picking away slowly, like a bird picking through gravel. Just picking and picking and picking away. Seeing her like this—broken— left him with an overwhelmingly foreign desire to make it better, as if he could. So he did the only thing that he could think of; he did the only thing that comforted him when he felt lost.
They rode around aimlessly in the moonlight, her hands resting gently on his stomach, her cheek pressed to his strong back. She sighed to herself as she felt the cool air whip past her and wondered why life couldn't always feel this free.
Author Note: Sorry for the delay. I've had this chapter written for a while but I just didn't love it so I kept obsessively re-editing it. I finally just decided to get over it and put it out in the world. Thank you for all of the wonderful reviews and gently reminders to update. :) They really do motivate me and remind me to get my shit together. I'm on vacation for two weeks and I'll be in Sri Lanka and Zanzibar. I'll try to get one more update up before I leave on Weds. You guys still holding on and reading? There is still a ways to go on this story and I have the early drafts written for 15 chapters. Stay with me, guys!
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