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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
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Chapter 440 What's On Your Face?
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Kozik walked into the clubhouse apartment calling Happy's name loudly. Happy was sleeping, but his eyes opened as soon as he heard his name.
"We're at the table for the meeting. You up to attending?" Kozik asked.
Happy had been freshly shaved by Nurse Betty before she bandaged his face late last night with the same Disney princesses from Frozen that they had used before.
"Yeah. We need a plan to kill that bastard Esai. I hate that son of a bitch," Happy said, his dark eyes flashing with hate. He liked hate. He usually felt dead inside unless he was hating on someone or something.
Happy pulled on his cut and shoved feet into his motorcycle boots. His ribs and head hurt like hell, but there was no way a groan would escape his lips. He prided himself on his toughness.
"You don't need shoes," Kozik said. "You aren't going anywhere."
"I'm going to the table," Happy said reminding Kozik of where they were going and the doctors thought he was the one with the concussion. Maybe Kozik should have gotten checked out.
"No, I meant that you aren't leaving the clubhouse. You aren't in shape to hunt Esai."
"As long as I can hold a gun, I can hunt," Happy said.
Kozik shook as head giving up on the discussion.
Everyone was around the table. Clay was a the head, Tig was on his right, Jax was on his left, Bobby, Piney, Opie, Juice, Chibs and even Sack were all waiting for him and Kozik to get to the table.
As soon as he and Kozik took their places at the table, Happy knew something was wrong. They were all looking at each other and then at him and then away. Must be mad that he was late to the meeting.
"Sorry prez, vice prez that I was late to the meeting," Happy said.
He knew it could be seen as disrespectful to be late to the table and Happy was a good soldier. He had no desire to lead the MC. He liked taking orders and executing them especially if that executing of the orders involved executing people.
Some people saw killing as something bad. He saw it just as a goal to further the objectives of the MC. He did it for his brothers. He never lost sleep over a killing or gave it any thought to it after the body was disposed of.
People thought that all the killing should make him this tortured soul. He just didn't get it. He got rid of people who were trying to harm his MC. What could be wrong with that? Why would his soul be tortured?
He was proud of his ability to carry out orders that not everyone could handle. That was in keeping with belonging to an outlaw MC. If he'd wanted to be a candy ass and a pussy, he would have joined some regular boring suburban MC. Now that would have been a soul destroying experience.
The guys kept giving him strange looks. He'd been late, but something wasn't right.
Clay was staring at him. He hadn't seen him since the night he'd gone to the hospital.
"What the hell is on your face?" Clay demanded.
The guys looked at him, pounded the table with their fists and laughed.
"I got a little scraped up," Happy said. He didn't get it. Getting a few scrapes wasn't worthy of that reaction.
"That's not what I'm talking about," Clay said. "It's the Band Aids on your face. What the hell happened? You make enemies with the nurses?"
Had Nurse Betty done something to him? She'd told him in that sexy stern voice of hers to leave the Band Aids on until tomorrow morning. Happy reached up and removed the Band Aids. Nurse Betty had put some dancing cartoon characters on his face.
"Bros, why didn't you say something?" Happy said. There wasn't anger in his voice. He sounded almost hurt.