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Happy's moving made her wake up, annoyed he was getting out of bed.
"It's not even daylight."
"I gotta piss."
She rolled into his spot on the bed, breathing deeply. It had been two and a half months since the Mayan attack but nothing had happened. Well, Happy had gotten into a fight and got busted up, Tig had joined in and Jax left Tara. All in club problems.
Happy was moving around the room so she sat up. He had his back to her, his boxers sitting low on his hips as he messed with something.
"What are you doing?"
"Gotta go in."
"To the club?" She asked sleepily, rubbing her face.
He nodded and glanced at her softly. "Dog's sick so I'm gonna cover him."
Jamie nodded slowly before laying back down. "Ok, then. I'll see you later on."
He finished dressing and leaned down, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Love you, Jamie."
She opened her eyes to study him for a moment with a smile. "I love you too."
She didn't roll in until closer to two in the afternoon since there were errands she had to do. Happy was under a car working, Opie helping him. The tow truck rolled in with Juice at the wheel and a prospect in the other seat. Chucky had the office running and the others were lounging around the picnic table. Jamie planted herself in a chair as she said her hellos.
"What's up?" She sighed.
"Eh, slow day," Chibs shrugged.
"Even repos are low," Jax nodded and stubbed out his cigarette.
"No bikes to work on?" Jamie asked hopefully but Bobby shook his head, making her give a low grumble.
"Hey. Can you take the van and run to the store? We need shit for the party tonight." Jax spoke up suddenly, looking at his sister. She thought about it for a moment before nodding.
"Who's all comin' tonight?"
"Vegas, Rogue River, Tacoma, Indian Hills and some NOMADs."
"Holy shit," she laughed and stood up. "Chibs?" He nodded. "Ok, then I'll get Juice too."
Jamie jogged over to the garage, smiling at Chucky. "Hey Juice. Gotta make a store run."
"Gimme five."
She smiled and turned to where Happy was working. Opie had disappeared so she pulled Hap's legs with a smirk ."hi," she gave him a kiss. "Need anything from the store?"
"Cigarettes," he watched her. "Please?"
"Ok."
By the time they got back, Jamie saw Vegas, some NOMADs and Indian Hills had arrived already. Thankfully they all helped unload the van so she did nothing but put it all away.
"You gonna fight tonight?" Needles sat in front of her at the bar so she gave him a cold beer.
"Maybe."
"Rogue River's bringin' their top girl."
"I'm in."
The party was ridiculous, to say the least. Each fight was more brutal than the last one and some boys were bad off after their fights. Happy took on Lorca, both managing to hold their own but also take on some nasty cuts. Tig and Needles gave up after awhile so Jamie took her chance with Rogue River's chick. Jamie looked up at the girl, raising her eyebrows. She was as tall as Jamie but stocky, not looking to have any muscle on her. She turned back to the boys, shaking her head.
"That can't be her."
"Yup. They're all bettin' against ya kid," Tig nodded.
Chibs laughed as the fire reached Jamie's eyes. When the bell rang, Jamie met the girl halfway. Kelly was her name and she threw some missing punches.
"Come on, Tubby. Hit me!" Jamie taunted, laughing when Kelly got angry.
"I'm not tubby!"
"Oh? How about Rotund?" Jamie dodged a few more punches.
"You're a pussy! Take a punch!"
"Sorry but no thanks big boned." This time Jamie attacked and gave Kelly at least two shiners, a split lip and bruised ribs.
"That all you got, pipsqueak?"
"I got more for ya, fat ass."
Kelly kept swinging rather clumsily until Jamie was in the corner, trapped. A punch to the left cheek and then to the ribs a few times. Kelly even grazed the top of Jamie's head before Jamie could punch her in the stomach. She wiped some blood from her cheek and growled.
"Can't take a hit, Jamie?"
"Come on, twinkle toes. Bring it."
Jamie landed a few more punches but not enough to knock Kelly out. Someone rang the bell for a break much to Jamie's annoyance and she backed off.
"She's tough," Juice sighed.
"Fat-"
"Hey!" Tig gave Jamie a look. "She drops her left shoulder, opens her right side up. Get her then."
Jamie nodded before returning to the middle. She let Kelly go on taunting her but kept her mouth shut. She was studying how Kelly moved, how she was heavy footed and clumsy. Where Jamie stood more on the balls of her feet, Kelly stood flat. Her swings moved her off balance and she did drop her shoulder, a lot. At the first chance, Jamie nailed Kelly in the side and that pushed the girl off balance even more. Kelly took a hard, rogue swing and caught Jamie's left shoulder. The pain surged through Jamie's arm and she faltered. Kelly took advantage and started beating on Jamie. Left hook, broken ribs. Right hook, black eye. No. Jamie was NOT gonna loose. Not to her.
A swift knee to the thigh pushed Kelly back and gave Jamie a second to breath.
"Cheap shot, princess."
"Don't fuckin' call me that-" Jamie jumped forward and just started to beat the hell out of Kelly. Of course Kelly landed some more but Jamie's sudden shot to the side of her head knocked the girl out.
"Bitch." She wheezed, glad to feel arms around her. Jamie looked up at Happy before closing her eyes for a moment. She just let Happy pick her up and carry her into the quiet office of the garage.
"Clubhouse is too full," he explained. Chibs came in after a few minutes and sighed.
"I dunno who's worse at the moment."
"What?" Happy frowned.
"You or her," he laughed, starting to tend to Jamie. "You're out for a few days, lass."
"I need to go home," she shook her head.
"I'll go-"
"No. You stay and be with your boys. I'll see you tomorrow, ok?"
Happy nodded slowly before kissing her.
Jamie couldn't remember going home or showering or going to bed. When she woke up she remembered the fight since her body was screaming. When she checked her phone, she had three missed calls from Happy, one from Chibs and Jax, and seven texts from them. Before she could check any of them, Jax called her again.
"About fuckin' time!"
"I'm sorry! What?"
"Come down to the shop. We're short-handed cause Op, Tig and Juice headed to Laroy."
"Gimme 40 minutes."