The conversation was heading in a direction that the Tacoma Killer didn't like. He grimaced at what some of them were hintin' at. He didn't bring her around for a reason. He downed the last of his beer, slamming it back down on the counter.

"What about that sweet little lass that pulled a knife on Kozik?" Chibs suggested, leaning into the bartop. The boy's gazes turned towards the blonde biker. Kozik's eyes crinkled, trying to remember her face from recollection.

That job in – yeah, they had stayed at Hap's moms and that fiery brunette… He knew exactly Chibs was referring to.

He smirked looking over at Happy, who sighed, frustrated.

"That smoking brunette that came barreling at me? Yeah, yeah. Bakersfield, wasn't it?"

"No." Hap snapped. Kozik flinched. Chibs looked amused, while Gemma and a prospect looked taken back. Happy never raised his voice about anything especially not over some gash.

"Ain't that girl got your crow just about," Kozik gestured to his hip, "like real nice. Did you tatt her yourself?"

"Yeah….her name like the Jeopardy lass…Vanessa?" Chibs interjected.

"Pretty sure your thinking Wheel of Fortune, the cute blonde right?" Juice corrected, joining in the conversation that Happy did not want to have.

They witnessed Happy stand up on the bar stool, kicking the bar front HARD… to get everyone's attention. There was no escaping the evitable.

"Anyone says one wrong thing to Vanna, I will gut you like-," his gaze look mainly at the Croweaters, "fake titties and all."

He heard Jax clapping next to him. Amusement danced in his eyes. "Well said brotha."

Later that night, the boys were itching for when Happy was showing up. The Crows and old ladies had been gossiping since boys had been discussing it earlier…Tacoma Killa had a wife.

And Happy didn't disappoint. Stepping into TM around midnight, Hap had a dark-haired beauty slung around his arm. Her eyes were as wide as dinner plates.

Vanna was sporting a red razor back blouse, black studded skirt, and thigh high leather boots – she would fit right in with Cara Cara girls flittering throughout the clubhouse, the boys mused.

She instantly could tell that TM was pulsing with music and beer in equal measures. He urged her forward as her eyes caught on one of the many stripper poles.

Later, he told her as she nodded excitingly. Her eyes were gleaming, she wanted to experience EVERYTHING. Suddenly, she paused causing Happy to misstep-"Woman, don't be-"

"Happy?" Her tone husky. She was making dem eyes at the thick girl at the bar. He shrugged, he'd fucked her.

"Get me a beer while your over there." She nodded, almost squealing. He shook his head, her hyper ass giving him a headache.