Chapter 3: Pain

Phoenix POV

Sitting in the hospital after Happy left, has to be the most boring and annoying thing ever. He said he would be back and I know he will be, I’m just surprised he came at all. We haven’t spoke since I left, that’s not to say I haven’t spoken to his mom, though. This isn’t the first time I’ve been beaten and raped. It’s just been many years since the last time it happened. My ‘mother’, would sell me to men for a hour or two, for them to do whatever they wanted to me, as long as I wasn’t killed. Most of them, raped me, some of them just beat me. One, liked to beat me with his belt or a whip. He got a sick pleasure from it and always ejaculated on top of me. I ran away when I was seventeen, not able to take anymore of the abuse or being around my mother. Happy’s the only one that knows everything about my childhood. I don’t like talking about it, but I felt like he should know. I will say this, it helped make me into the person I am today. I never thought, that as an adult, I would be attacked like this. The funny thing is, statistics show when you are sexually abuse as a child, you tend to be more promiscuous. I went against that, because I couldn’t stand the thought of being touched. I was terrified that they would hurt me, then I met Happy. He is the first man I’ve ever let have me that way willingly. I didn’t have sex with him for two months at the beginning of our relationship. I told him why I couldn’t and he was surprisingly understanding. The first time we did have sex, he was gentle with me. Like, he was trying to show me, it was ok. When we lost, Will, my world fell apart. I wasn’t the same and neither was Happy, but what made me leave was the fact that for the first time in our entire relationship, Happy fucked around on me. It wasn’t even on the road, it was in the Tacoma clubhouse. I didn’t cry, mainly because I knew it would happen, but it broke my heart. I loved, still do actually, him more than anything on this planet, aside from our son and he did that to me. Knowing that, if and when, I found out, I would leave. I think that’s what he wanted though. We both blamed ourselves over Will not surviving. I still do on some level, I feel like if I had done something different, maybe our sweet boy would have lived. I’m knocked out of my thoughts, by the door opening, showing my husband and his friend, Tig.

“Hey, mama,” Happy says walking in.

“Hey, sweetness, Tig,” I nod, glancing at the clock, it’s after visiting hours, I wonder how they got in here.

“Hey, dollface,” Tig nods taking a seat at the end of my bed.

“Find the fuckers,” I ask, hoping to have some answers.

“Yep, I’ll tell you more about it tomorrow. By the way, you need a new job,” Happy tells me sitting on the side of my bed.

“Lovely, you know, not many people want to hire me, because they find out I’m married to an Outlaw,” I say to him with an indignant look.

“You’ll live, hell, open up your own bakery. I’ll even help you,” Happy shrugs.

“Sure, where the hell would I open a damn bakery? ”

“Do you even know how to bake,” Tig asks.

“Ask Happy if I know how to bake,” I say laying my head back gently.

I see Tig look at Happy questioningly, before he answers, “Oh yeah, she can bake. Why the fuck do you think I workout all the damn time.”

“Huh, you’ll have to make me something when you get better then, dollface,” Tig replies with a grin.

“Sure, once I have access to a decent kitchen,” I shrug. “I get out tomorrow, right,” I ask looking up at Happy.

“Yeah, I need your keys and shit so I can get you some stuff from your place, plus, I doubt you’ll be ok on my bike,” Happy shrugs.

“You want to drive my baby,” I look at him questioningly.

“No, but I know you won’t be able to be on my bike,” he shakes his head.

“Happy, if anything, and I mean anything at all, happens to my baby, I’ll skin you alive and anyone else who was involved,” I threaten him.

I love my car. I have a 1967 Chevy Impala, hardtop, that is in mint condition. I saw one when I was a little girl and fell in love. When I was nineteen, I found one for sale. The owner was getting rid of it because he couldn’t drive anymore and his kids didn’t want it. He actually gave me a hell of a deal for it, because and I quote, ‘I’ll appreciate it and take care of it like I would my own child.’ I have taken excellent care of her and I’ll kill anyone who hurts her.

“I won’t hurt your baby,” he rolls his eyes at me.

“What’s the big deal, it’s just a cage,” Tig asks baffled.

I feel myself get a little irritated by that statement and quickly explain to him why it’s a big deal to me. I will not stand for anyone telling me, it’s just a car. He realizes his mistake quickly, though and apologizes.

“Just don’t call of just a cage, again,” I tell him with a nod.

“How is your ma doin’,” I ask Happy.  I haven’t spoken to her in a few months.

“She’s doin’ good, I know she’s worried about you, though,” he says.

“I know, I told them not to call her, but they didn’t listen.  I’ll give her a call when I get out of here.  I haven’t actually talked to her for a few months,” I sigh trying to relax.

“She’ll be happy to hear from you.  I’ll take you to visit her when I go down this weekend,” he tells me.

I see Tig watching us with rapped attention.  I’m sure he’s trying to figure us out, figure out how we are so comfortable around one another, especially since it’s Happy we’re talking about.  Happy has always shown me a sweeter and softer side of himself.  I know who he is and what he is, but with me, he was always different.  I see something that only one other person ever has, his ma.  She raised him right, I don’t question that at all.  But, he is who he is, he’s rough and tough, but I do love that soft side.  When I was pregnant with Will, he was always so caring and loving.  He always checked on me when he had to go on a run, made sure the guys that stayed behind were with me.  He worried, with good reason, but at the time, I found it very annoying.  Now, I miss it, I miss him being with me, loving me, protecting me.  Who am I to say that he has to be with me though, he can have his pick of women, I’m sure he has since we’ve separated.  I don’t blame him, I probably should have filed for a divorce by now.  He deserves to be happy, even if that’s not with me.  I will always love Happy, I just don’t think he’ll always love me.  Because of me, our son is dead.  I couldn’t protect him, by genetics killed him.  I have the same heart condition that Will had, the one that killed him.  Medications that I have to take daily, that keep me alive.  Happy knew all of this, he knew the chances and still, was ecstatic about becoming a father.  Will dying destroyed us, our relationship.  Happy thought I was better off without him and I knew that it was because I killed our son.  Every day, I think of what our little boy would look like now.  Maybe, my hair with Happy’s eyes and skin tone, who knows.  But, I do know that I will always love him, he will always be my first born, my sweet boy.

“Whatcha thinkin’ ’bout,” Hap asks.

“Nothing of importance,” I give him a small smile, hoping he’ll leave it alone.  I know that he probably won’t though.

“Nah, you got that face, your thinkin’ face,” he shakes his head.

“Just the past Happy, nothing of importance anymore,” I sigh looking away from him.

“The past, meaning our past?”


“Tig, take a walk, I gotta talk to Star,” making me wince.  I hate it when he calls me that, he’s the only one that calls me by my first name.  Tig nods and heads out, as Happy looks at me.  The look in his eyes, make me worry.


Chapter 2: Let the games begin

Happy POV

I greet the guys and we head to church. They’re about to get a shock, everyone knew I never wanted to get married, or have kids. Well, they all thought I wouldn’t, since I’m an evil bastard. I’m not the settling down type, I’m also a selfish prick. The only person I’ve ever shown that I care about is ma, she’s been my priority for years. Them finding out that I’m married, well, they’ll find that hard to believe. Tig can believe it, because he saw me with Phoenix, but seeing it and hearing about it, is two different things. Clay calls order, we get down to business, the next gun run and whatnot. Then, the table turns to me, my turn to tell them all this shit.

“Hap, tell us about this wife you have,” Clay says with a raised brow.

“I’ve been married to Phoenix for seven years. I kept it a secret from you guys because we’ve been separated for two years. The guys in Tacoma know about her and know her, but they’re the only ones. You know I like to keep my private life, private,” I start to tell them. I tell them everything, from how we got married, to Will’s birth and death. All the guys looked shocked and for a minute, I’m afraid Piney, might kill over. How I fucked around on her at the Tacoma clubhouse to get her to leave. Then, explaining what happened to her last night. I’m pretty sure, this is the most they’ve ever heard me talk. I keep my private life just that, private. I pull out the drawing she gave me and handing it around the table. Hoping they will recognize them like Tig did, so I have some idea as to who the fuckers are. They need to die, a lot. No one fucks with my woman and lives to tell about it. “Tig, you recognized at least one of the drawings, wanna tell me,” I ask with a raised brow.

“It’s a loan sharks logo. Dudes, fuckin’ ruthless, if they went after her, she could have been handed to them in a sense, as a form of payment. But, she said she didn’t have friends, so I’m not sure why they’d come after her,” Tig tells me with a shrug.

“What’s the bastards name?”

“Johnny Patts, once he knows you’re lookin’ for him, he’ll run. I’d keep it under wraps that you’re looking for him,” Tig tells me with a serious expression.

“I want you to take a couple guys with you. I know, I ain’t gonna be able to stop you, but I don’t want you goin’ alone,” Clay says with a nod. “Take Tig, Chibs and Jax. I think they’ll be best for this one, unless anyone has any objections,” he says looking around the table.  Everyone shakes their heads no and Clay slams the gavel.

“Got any idea where this fucker is,” I ask Tig hopin’ he knows somethin’.

“Yeah, Lodi. He has a strip club their called, Naughty Honey. He’s always there,” Tig tells me, I can see in his eyes, he’s ready for a fight. He may be a sick son of a bitch, but he’s loyal.

“Hap, we’re with you, brotha,” Jax says slapping me on the back. He’s a good kid, just needs a little more experience.

“Aye, gotcha back, brotha,” Chibs nods before lighting a cigarette.

“Good, then let’s hit the road. Told Phoenix I’d be back to stay with her tonight,” I nod heading for the door.

“You gonna give that a go, again,” Tig asks.

“I never wanted her to leave, but at the same time, I thought it would be best if she did. Losing, Will, was too much for us,” I shrug.

We hop on our bikes and take off to Lodi. The little bastard is goin’ to get what’s coming to him. Phoenix didn’t deserve that shit, hell, no woman does. I’m and evil fuck, but even I wouldn’t do that to a woman. Phoenix is one of the best things to ever happen to me. She’s strong, understands the club, loving, a good heart, but she can be just as evil as I am. Ma, loves Phoenix and when we split, ma, was pissed. Pissed at me, because I fucked a gash in the clubhouse while my wife was at home. Got bitched at for it and ma, told me if I did it again and didn’t make things right, she’d beat my ass. Funny thing though, I wouldn’t be surprised if she did, that’s how much she loved Phoenix.

We get to the strip club and there’s barely anyone there. This might be easier than I originally thought. The bouncer let’s us in straight away and we go to the bar.

“I’m looking for Johnny,” I tell the guy behind the bar.

“Who wants to know,” he asks.

“Tell him I want to make a deal,” I tell him, the guys all look around watching everyone as I’m dealing with the little shit.

He nods and goes into the back. A few minutes later he walks out with another guy, who motions me forward. Tig follows while, Chibs and Jax, stay out front. Walking down the hallway, we stop at the door at the end. I’m ready, already calculating my moves. I won’t kill the fucker yet, I want him to live in fear before that happens. Draw it out, make him think it’s over before I kill ’em. The bouncer opens the door and inside is a man, tall, thin and looking like he’s tryin’ to be a badass standing behind a desk.

“How can I help you gentlemen,” Johnny asks with an air of confidence and arrogance.

“I wanna talk,” I demand.

“What would you like to talk about,” he says with a brow raised.

“You had my woman beat and raped and I wanna know why,” I look at him straight in the eye, my voice sounding like razor blades.

“Who’s your woman,” he asks with a little smirk, clearly too stupid to realize he’s about to get a beat down.

“Her names, Star, works at a bakery here in Lodi. Now, I wanna know why she was attacked, you either answer the easy way, or I get to have some fun,” I say expressionless.

“Ah, the lovely little, Star. She was handed over as payment, unfortunately, we aren’t done with her,” he says cockily.

“Oh, you’re done,” I say just before punching him. I get a few more hits before throwing him into his chair, needing to figure out who the fuck would use my wife as payment. “Who used my wife as payment,” I demand roughly.

“Her boss, Tim Southers. He owes me for bailing him out on almost losing his business. Said the bitch liked it rough,” he says quickly, probably hoping that’s the end of it.

“Nah, see, my wife isn’t a whore. She doesn’t sleep around and she sure as fuck, wouldn’t let her boss hand her over. I’m gonna give you a beating, then I’m goin’ to find her boss. But, I’m not done with you, yet. We’re goin’ to talk again, I don’t recommend leaving, or calling the cops, either,” I say before laying into him again.

I beat him within an inch of his life, knowing he won’t say shit, plus the guys are taking care of the tapes and others. I want this fucker to suffer, but I ain’t got all night. Once I’m done, we leave and call Juice to find where, Tim Southers lives.  Tig calls and has some of the other guys, to come and get Johnny to take him to the warehouse.  I’m not done with him, but I’ll let him stew for a few hours.  Juice gives us, Tim Southers, address and we head to his house.  Little place, looks like no one lives there other than him.  I get off my bike, followed by Tig and head to the door.  Knocking, I hear movement, but it takes a few minutes before anyone opens the door.

“You, Tim,” I demand.

“Yeah, who the fuck are you,” he asks, tryin’ to sound tough.

“You know a woman named, Phoenix Lowman,” I ask.

“Yeah, what about her,” he asks, but this time, his voice wavers.

“I’m her fuckin’ husband, see, last night she was raped and beaten.  Come to find, she was attacked because of you.  Somethin’ about you makin’ a deal with a loan shark, in exchange for you not havin’ to pay,” I tell him, making my way into his house.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, man,” he stutters slightly, knowing he’s been caught.

“See, I don’t believe you.  I know that you handed her over, in a way at least, because I just came from Johnny Patts place and he told me it was you.  Now, you got two options, either you come with me and my friends, peacefully, or we can take you and I don’t think one person here will give a damn.  They don’t seem to like you anyway, but I tell them what you’ve done to my wife, well, even the biggest asshole would let me take you,” I tell him, looking around his place.  Seeing nothing that shows someone else lives here.

He doesn’t have a wedding ring on, no pictures of kids, or even family or friends.  He’s alone, which doesn’t make sense.  I’m not sure what kind of fucker owns a bakery, but doesn’t have any family.  Just seems strange, makes me wonder why the hell he would have a bakery, but doesn’t have anyone to share it with.

“Tell me, what kind of fucker has a bakery, but don’t have anyone around.  Seems like somethin’ ain’t right about this.  People don’t just open shit like a bakery, but have issues with a loan shark.  Not to mention, you seem like a pervy fuck anyway.  Let me guess, you like kids?  Like to see if you can lure them to you.  I bet you’re a kiddy fucker ain’t cha,” I ask, knowin’ I’m probably right.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, get out,” he demands, looking pissed.

“Let me ask you this, anyone in this neighborhood let you have anything to do with their kids?”

“I’m an active member of this community,” he states, but looks nervous.

I notice, Tig, walking back inside and he looks pissed.  Something tells me, I’m right and we don’t play that shit.

“Just got off the phone with Juice, fuckers been arrested for child porn, but the case was dropped.  His neighbor said, no one lets him around their kids, because they all think he’s a kiddy fucker.  Said, that if we could get rid of him, they’d probably through us a fuckin’ parade,” Tig says cracking his knuckles.

“That true,” I ask with a raised brow.

“Yes,” he whispers.

Chapter 1: Hey, Sweetness.

Happy/OFC.  I do not own SOA, I just own the characters I create for my amusement.  Also, this is pre-series.  It will have some of the show events in it, but I’m trying to make it my own, with the characters Kurt Sutter created. Enjoy! 

Happy POV

Working in the garage at, Teller-Morrow, I’ve been in Charming for a few months now.  I transferred a month ago, needing to be closer to ma.  She’s not getting better and it’s not like I have anyone else who can help me with her.  My phone rings, bringing me out of my thoughts.  I.D. says it’s ma, which doesn’t make sense, but I answer it anyway.

“Ma, you a’ight,,” I answer.

“Hijo, I’m fine.  I got a call from the hospital in Lodi, Star’s in the hospital.  She was attacked,” she says with a sad voice.


“You need to get there, it didn’t sound good, my boy,” she tells me, my mind racing.

“I’ll get there, I’ll let you know what’s going on,” I say before hanging up.

I walk over to Clay, knowing this is going to be a bitch to explain, but I need to get to her.  Phoenix Star Lowman, my wife of seven years, we’ve been separated for two years.  Not that I blame her for leaving, fuck, we needed it.

“Clay, I gotta go, family emergency,” I say hoping that’s all I need to say.

“Your ma, ok?” He asks.

“She’s fine, look I’ll explain when I get back, but I gotta go now,” not wanting to disrespect my pres, but knowing it’s serious if they called ma.

“Take Tig with you, don’t want anyone riding alone,” he says with a stern look, telling me he wants an explanation soon.  I nod and go get Tig, before heading to Lodi.

Tig didn’t ask questions, but I know they’re coming.  I just need to make sure my baby girls ok.  Just over two years ago, Phoenix and I were in the hospital in Tacoma, waiting on our son to come into the world.  He did, but he didn’t live long.  His heart gave out, not strong enough to make it and taking our son, William away from us.  The only ones who know about her or William are the guys in Tacoma and they know better than to say anything.  When Will died, Phoenix and I both lost ourselves and each other.  I ended up fucking around on her, because I thought that would be the only way she’d leave.  She found out and she didn’t even cry, she told me she knew it would happen because she couldn’t give me a son and then walked away.  Hell, before her I never wanted an old lady or kids.  Then, she popped up, with her bitchy attitude and snarky demeanor, I was done.  She’s the only bitch I’ve ever let talk to me like she does, except ma.  I loved bantering with her, she was quick to push my buttons, but it always turned me on.  Now, she’s in the fucking hospital after being attacked and I don’t even know what the fuck is going on.  I can still see her, long light brown curly hair, with red and gold highlights, hazel-green eyes, full pouty lips, hourglass body.  Big tits, big ass and all wrapped in a 5’ frame.  The saying dynamite comes in small packages is true in her case. She’s feisty, fiery and won’t take shit from anyone. Her childhood shaped her into who she is, she was abused physically and sexually and it made her fight back. Pulling into the parking lot, Tig and I park our bikes and head inside.

“Phoenix Lowman’s room,” I demand.

“Sir, only family is allowed in there and you’re clearly not family,” the bitch nurse says in a bitchy way.

“I’m her fuckin’ husband, now tell me what fuckin’ room she’s in,” I fucking roar.

She jumps and looks at the computer, “room 314.”

Tig follows me to the elevator and I see him bounce for fucking information.

“Wife,” he asks as soon as the doors close.

“Yep,” I nod.

“Since when are you married? I always see you with a crow eater,” he says confused.

“We’ve been married for seven years and separated for two. When we were together, I never fucked around on her,” I shrug.

“Then, why the fuck do you care so much about this bitch,” he questions.

“We separated when I fucked around on her, I ain’t pissed about it, but I never stopped lovin’ her, that’s all you need to know,” I tell him sternly. The only fuckin’ reason I told him that much was because I knew he wouldn’t shut up.

We step off the elevator and go straight to her room. I see a woman in there, looks like the doctor.

“May I help you,” she asks quietly when she sees me.

“I’m her husband, tell me what happened,” I demand in a soft voice. Phoenix is out and I don’t want to wake her.

“Follow me into the hall, I’ll explain,” she nods to the door. I nod at Tig to follow. “She was attacked, she was beaten and raped. She has a laceration above her eyebrow that had to be stitched, bruised ribs on her right side, her left hip is bruised as well. We did a rape kit and there was some tearing, but given time, she’ll heal. She also has a cut on the back of her head, but no concussion. Honestly, Mr. Lowman, I’m more concerned with her mental health. She hasn’t seemed to want to talk about it or even acknowledge the attack. I’m hoping with you here, she’ll be more willing to talk to you,” the doctor tells me with concern on her face.

“What’re the chances of her gettin’ pregnant?” I ask.

“We didn’t find any semen, but we always do follow up pregnancy tests just to be safe. I don’t think she will end up pregnant from this. From my stand point, I think this was a planned attack on your wife. The police think seem to think the same,” she nods.

“When will she wake up,” I ask, anxious to talk to her.

“She’s just napping. She’ll wake up before too long,” the doctor nods. “I plan to release her tomorrow. I want to keep her for observation, but if there’s anything you or her need, just buzz the nurse,” she shakes my hand and Tig and I go back into her room. Phoenix is awake and when she sees me she gives me an annoyed look, but smiles right after.

“Hey, sweetness,” she says in her soft sweet voice.

“Hey, baby girl, how you feelin’,” I ask as I walk over to her.

“Sore, I’m guessing your ma called,” she looks up at me questioningly.

“Yeah, what the fuck happened, Star,” I ask her softly, I only ever called her that when somethin’ was wrong.

“I was attacked when I was leaving the bakery. I’ve been working there and was working late on a big order and when I came out, I was hit from behind. I didn’t see any of there faces, but I saw some of their tattoos and heard their voices,” Phoenix tells me in a quivering voice.

“If I got you some paper would you be able to draw the tattoos? I need something to go on to find these bastards, baby,” I ask her quietly. Tig is watching us with a sharp eye, trying to figure it all out.

“Yeah, but wait until after the cops come again. I told them I didn’t remember anything, that they didn’t say anything and I couldn’t see them,” she whispers. “You gonna introduce me to your little friend here, sweetness,” she smiles up at me.

“Tig, this is my wife, Star, Star this is SAMCRO’s S.A.A., Tig,” I introduce them.

“Nice to meet you, Tig,” she says holding her hand out to him.

“Nice to meet you, too, doll face,” he says shaking her hand.

“I’m gonna assume from the look on your face, you didn’t know he was married to such a pretty face,” Phoenix says cheekily with a wink to me, making me chuckle.

“Nope, had no idea he was married. Gotta say, you sure you wanna be married to this psycho killer,” he winks at her.

“Believe it or not, even though we’re separated, I still love his crazy ass,” she smiles up at me, that smile I’ve always loved seeing in her face.

I’d always love this woman, she sees the soft side of me, the one no one has seen other than my ma. One, I never thought I’d show anyone other than ma. She always told me to be who I needed to be for the club, but be who I was with her, for her. I love the kill, seeing life leave them. But, with Phoenix, I want to be that softer side. To love her, protect her and be there for her, no matter what it takes. I just don’t know if she would give me a real chance to do that again.

“Ditto, baby girl,” I say kissing her forehead. A knock interrupts us, followed by two men walking in.

“We’re going to have to ask you two gentlemen to leave, we need to talk to your friend here,” the first one says arrogantly.

“Well, officer, you see, this one here,” she says pointing at me,” is my husband and he doesn’t have to leave. Furthermore, this one here, is my step dad and he doesn’t have to leave either. I don’t appreciate you coming in here like you own the place and tell them they need to leave, when I feel safer with them present. If that’s a problem for you, then please feel free to leave and not return,” my loving wife states. Might be a lie about Tig, but I get the feeling she doesn’t want me to be the only one in here for this.

“Ma’am, they can’t be present while we question you,” the same arrogant man says, his partner has been quiet.

“Questioned? I was under the impression, I was the victim, not the suspect, if that’s the way you see it, then get out. I’m not going to be treated like shit when I’ve been beaten and raped and you don’t want to actually do your job,” she says in a pissed of tone.

“Ma’am, what my partner is trying to say, is we need to ask you a few questions about your attack. I know it’s probably the last thing you want to even think about, but we do want to find the people who did this to you,” the one who’s been quiet the whole time finally speaks up.

“You’re right, it is the last thing I want to talk or think about, but I’m not going to be treated like shit, just because your partner here, doesn’t want to do his job correctly and treat me with some decency,” Phoenix is gettin’ pissed, I can tell from the look on her face and the tone she’s usin’.

“I understand, and I can not apologize enough.  But, we do want to help you and find who did this to you,” the female officer says softly.

“Here’s what I know, I was working late on a big order that I told my boss I would finish for him.  When I locked up, I was struck from behind.  I didn’t see their faces, they didn’t say anything and I have no idea why anyone would do this to me, or who it was.  If I knew something, I would tell you.  Unfortunately, the son of a bitch, knew not to show anything that I could use to identify him with, nor did his friends.  They didn’t say anything, probably realizing, I would be able to recognize their voices.  If this was done because I was targeted, then I have no clue who it could be.  I keep to myself, I don’t have friends because I generally don’t get along with most people.  My husband and I have been separated for two years and before you even go there, no I know for a fact that it wasn’t him.  I know every inch of his body, even after two years of separation, not to mention he would never hurt me.  I don’t know what else I can tell you, but I somehow doubt that you would even be able to find the bastards that did this, considering, there is no DNA and I didn’t see who it was.  Now, if that’s all, I’d like to get some rest,” Phoenix explains.

I know that she’s lying, but that’s because I know her better than anyone else.  Tig looks impressed, the officers look shocked by her abrupt attitude and I’m damn proud of her.  She’s never been one to show weakness, always wanting to be strong.  Now, I just need to find the bastards that hurt my mama and kill them.

“She’s made it clear that she doesn’t know who did this and she needs to rest.  Leave,” I tell them sternly.

“I don’t think that’s your call,” the arrogant bastard stated.

“No, but it is mine.  I’ve told you what I know, if you don’t like it, then tough shit.  I can’t tell you what I don’t know.  Get out, before I get upset.  I’m supposed to be resting anyway,” Phoenix states.

The female officer nods, stating that they would be in touch if any developments came up and for Phoenix to call if she did remember anything.  After they left, I found some paper and a pencil for her to draw the tattoos she could remember, hoping it would lead me to the fuckers.  Tig, tells me he’s going to call to check in with Clay.  I sit next to my baby girl while she draws, lost in my thoughts.  I know I’m going to have to explain to the club about, Phoenix.  I don’t know how they’ll react, but really, I just want to kill the fuckers and try to get my wife back.  We’ve been apart for long enough, it’s time to get back together and work shit out.  She can piss me off more than anyone, but even then, she turns me on and challenges me.  Never one to back down, no matter how pissed she makes me.  Tig, comes back, telling me that he gave a little information to, Clay, about what was going on.  Clay, was shocked that I was married, but told Tig, he’d let me explain it all to him.  I nod, knowing it was going to happen.  After thirty minutes, Phoenix is done drawing the few things she could remember.  Looking at the drawings, they aren’t any I’ve seen before, I pass them on to, Tig.  He looks at them and I see a look of recognition in his eyes, telling me, he knows something.

“We gotta get, I’ll come back in a while.  The doc said, she was keeping you overnight, so, I’ll be back to stay with you.  Then, when you’re released, you’re comin’ to stay with me.  Don’t even think about arguin’ with me, either,” I tell her softly, but with a stern look.

“Fine, make sure you tell your club about me.  Explain as much as you can, we both know they’re going to want to know why we haven’t been together for the last two years.  Plus, call your ma, let her know I’m ok and I’ll call her once I’m out of the hospital,” she looks up at me with a look of understanding.

I give her a kiss on the head and head for the door.  Tig nods and follows me out.

“You alright, man,” he ask when we get to the bikes.

“Yeah, just wanna find the fuckers that hurt my wife.  I’m gonna kill ’em and you’re gonna tell me what you know,” I tell him before mounting my bike and starting her up.

He nods and follows suit.  We get back to the clubhouse, all the guys are there, as is Gemma.  I hope she don’t plan on bein’ a bitch to my wife, because she’s been through enough shit, she doesn’t need anymore.