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The men of SAMCRO, Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club Redwood Original, step into the dimply lit bar on the outskirts of Fresno. They had just arrived in town for a wedding, the President of their Fresno charter was getting married in two days and they had been asked to attend.
After riding for several hours the bikers collectively decided that they were in desperate need of a drink. Finding a decent looking biker bar they pulled into the parking lot, lining their bikes up on the front row. Scanning over the building they found a small Reaper just above the front doors. This meant that the local Sons charter was affiliated with it, which meant they shouldn't have any problems here.
Walking through the front door they are greeted by a rowdy crowd yelling and clapping. As they take a seat against the far left wall they notice that the crowd tonight doesn't consist of just bikers. Women and men all ranging in age from 21 to 60+, only perhaps a third of them being bikers litter the dancefloor just in front of the stage, while others are crowded around the tables just behind the dancefloor. Whatever has them all riled up must be good, as there is only standing room available now that the Sons have occupied the last booth.
A waitress comes over and takes their drink order before sauntering back to the bar. She had just returned and was setting their glasses down when a sweet southern voice came over the speakers on the stage garnering all of the Son's attentions.
"Okay y'all, I'm back."
The voice belonged to a beautiful brunette, perhaps 5'4" with an athletic build. She had long arms and legs that made up half of her height, sporting toned muscles and a slight tan. She had a decent sized chest, the guys judged about a D cup, a simple black tube top stretched across the twin peaks and covered her flat abdomen which she covered with a red and black plaid flannel. Her ass wasn't anything impressive, but looked delectable in the pair of blue jean cut-off shorts she wore, that looked as though she had painted them on. Her outfit was completed by the pair of worn brown cowboy boots that adorned her feet, making her look very much like the country girl that she was.
Her face was like the pretty girl-next-door, the one you wanted but could never have. Her eyes were a deep cobalt blue, sparkling as she laughed. Her light pink lips were curved into a smirk as she joked with a few of the patrons gathered by the stage.
"So, as I promised before, you guys are choosing the songs I'll sing for the rest of the night." The woman looked out across the crowd, her eyes passing quickly over everyone until suddenly they stopped.
Bella felt eyes on her as soon as she stepped back onto the stage, which shouldn't have surprised her as every eye in the bar was on her that night. But this was something else. It was different than all the others, and it sent a chill down her spine. Taking a moment to scan the crowd she gasped, her heart plummeting to her feet as she locked gazes with a familiar set of brown eyes.
After a moment Bella breaks the stare down, taking a few deep breaths she struggles to compose herself before she speaks again. "Um, so without further adieu, this song was requested by Natalie." She picks up the small piece of paper with the song title on it and gives a nervous laugh. "Oh, wow. Is this gonna get me in trouble. This is called Bad Boys, uh, it's a song I wrote about 16 years ago." She glances back up catching the brown eyes once again as the music begins to play and holds them for the entire song.
All the rules you break
Make me wanna run, but I can't escape
All the things you say
Most of them are lies, but I'm listening
(La, La, La, La La La, La, La, La)
That's my heart talking to my head, head,
Talking to my heart
(La, La, La, La La La, La, La, La)
That's my heart talking to my head, head
Saying that
You're a bad boy
I'm a good girl, and I'm gonna get my heart broken in time
You're a bad boy
Baby, your world is gonna chew me up and spit me out alive
If I could help myself, you know I would
Why do the bad boys always look so good?
Baby, when you smile
I can see the trouble that's in your eyes
When you touch me there
I know for certain that I'm loosin' all control, oh o-o-oh no, no
(La, La, La, La La La, La, La, La)
That's my heart talking to my head, head
Talking to my heart
(La, La, La, La La La, La, La, La)
That's my heart talking to my head, head
Saying that
You're a bad boy
I'm a good girl, and I'm gonna get my heart broken in time
You're a bad boy
Baby, your world is gonna chew me up and spit me out alive
If I could help myself, you know I would
Why do the bad boys always look so good?
I gotta let you go
I gotta let you go, go, go oh
I gotta let you go
I gotta let you go
Cause
You're a bad boy
I'm a good girl, and I'm gonna get my heart broken in time
You're a bad boy
Baby, your world is gonna chew me up and spit me out alive
If I could I could help myself, you know I would
Why do the bad boys always look so good?
La la la la la
That's my heart saying that...
Without pausing to allow the brown eyes to make a scene, which she was pretty sure he would do just then, she jumped into the next song. "This was requested by Nick and Mandy. It's "Long Stretch of Love" by Lady Antebellum."
"Andy requested this one. It's "Games" by Luke Bryan."
"Thank you. After this song I'm gonna take a short break. This one goes out to Denise, it's called "Better Than You Left Me" by Mickey Gyden."
"Damn that is one fine piece of ass."
Jax hears a low growl come from the tattooed man beside him, he quickly leans over to his brother. "Tig, man. I think you should shut up."
"What?" Tig asks genuinely confused until Jax points over to Happy whose hands are clenched into fists as he stares at the beautiful woman on stage.
Happy's eyes don't leave the woman as she finishes her song and announces she's going to take a short break to refill her water. He watches as she steps towards the bar, suddenly her knees buckle, she grabs onto a bar stool as her guitarist helps her sit down on it.
"Bella what's wrong?" Josh asks concerned, he's never seen her collapse like this.
"Can you, get the pill bottle, from my dressing room. It's on my vanity." She breathes out, clutching her chest over her heart.
Happy watches Josh nod and hurry off to her room, he returns a moment later with the prescription bottle in his hand. He pops the top and hands Bella the bottle, who shakes out a pill and places it in her mouth. The bartender Keith hands her a glass of water, she smiles gratefully and takes a drink swallowing the medication.
"What's the medication for?" Jax asks the tattooed man beside him.
"She's got a heart condition. Took a bullet to her chest 14 years ago."
The guys look over at the young woman at the bar, she takes off her flannel shirt revealing an interesting tattoo on her right forearm that garners the men's attention.
"Oh, whoa, whoa." Chibs says pointing at her arm. "Is that a reaper tattoo on her arm?"
"Yeah." Hap says stiffly.
"How the hell's she sporting a reaper?" Juice questions.
"I did it. She earned it." Happy stated looking at the woman's chest, he couldn't see the scar but he knew exactly where it was. "The bullet she took. It was meant for a Son… She stepped in the way. No hesitation."
"Wait how old is she now?" Bobby asks.
"30." Hap answers.
"16 years old and she took a bullet for a son?" Bobby asked, amazed at the courage that must have taken.
Happy nodded as his eyes followed her back up to the stage. It was then that the men noticed another tattoo on the back of her right shoulder.
"Is that a crow on her shoulder?" Opie asks.
"She's a Son's old lady?" Jax wonders looking across to his friend.
"Yeah, she was. A long time ago." Happy answers, his voice sounding lower than usual.
"Whose?" Juice questions, hoping he's not overstepping his boundaries with the killer.
Happy's eyes again lock onto the woman's as he answers. "Mine."