Sons of Anarchy - Angel of Death

Chapter One: I Will Not Go Quietly

"There's always a seat at that table for you." Clay sighed, pulling Happy in for a hug. He released him and turned around to scan the assembled group of bikers. "Stevie!" He called out.

Stevie's head snapped up, drawing her gaze away from the chipping deep red polish on her fingernails. "Yes, sir." She answered, jogging over to him.

"Grab your gear, you're heading to Canada with Hap." Happy was taking a truck with Cameron and Cherry to Canada so they could flee the ATF heat in Charming. The pair would then make their way from Canada to the SOA Charter in Belfast, Ireland.

Stevie felt her gut clench. Happy made her nervous like no one ever had. Not even her sniper partner, Jacob, could shake her like that man could. Happy was a complete wild card. His dark eyes, dangerous attitude and gravely voice all had her hot and bothered at the worst moments. Stevie rolled her eyes, "Awww, c'mon Clay, let the prospect-"

"The prospect stays here." Clay ground out, throwing his arm around her shoulders, walking them away from the group a few paces. "Hap's thinking about going Nomad." Stevie's eyes widened. Damn, he still officially belonged to the Tacoma Charter. He was in Charming so often, she'd almost forgot. "Thinking about spending more time with his Mom."

Stevie nodded. She'd been to visit Happy's Mom a couple times in Bakersfield. Happy took her once, explaining that his mother didn't believe him that a chick had patched into the MC. Then she went alone because Happy had to go back to Tacoma to complete a job. "You want me to spend more time with 'The Killa?" She questioned, through clenched teeth. Happy was the most feared member of the club, why would Clay be forcing her to spend more time with him?

Clay chuckled. "His Mom's been asking about you, 'sides it might be good for you to get out of town for a bit with Stahl pressing the club so hard."

Stevie barked a laugh, "You afraid I'll rat?" She bit her lip to keep her rage in check, feeling her cheeks heat.

"No, quite the opposite. I'm afraid if they take you in again, you won't come back out." Clay chuckled, placing his hands on her shoulders so he could look her directly in the eye. Her last interrogation with Agent Stahl ended with her in jail overnight to 'cool off'.

"So they're putting kuttes on pussy now? Hm. Interesting. SAMCRO is just full of surprises, eh?" ATF Agent June Stahl said as she entered the room. "Nice ink." She scoffed, referring to the wing-like tattoo flowing up from Stevie's right wrist, winding around her elbow to spill out over her bicep. She commissioned the work after her retirement from the corp. One feather for each kill, to honor their sacrifice, and a way to never let herself forget.

Stevie didn't even acknowledge Stahl, just continued to stare at the wall opposite the table.

"Stephana Elizabeth Vale, decorated Marine Sniper, honorably discharged after 10 years of service, and 23 confirmed kills." Stahl rattled off Stevie's resume, settling across from her at the table. She looked down and studied Stevie's arm for a moment, confirming that the feathers were trophies, not just artwork. "Your sniper partner was killed in the field as retaliation for a hit gone wrong." She sighed, flipping a page in her file. "You two were involved, sexually. Says here you miscarried at 12 weeks due to extreme bereavement." She leaned forward and stared into her eyes, "I am so sorry for your loss."

Stevie just scoffed, sitting back in her chair, giving Stahl the finger.

Happy Lowman stood on the other side of the interrogation glass and chuckled. Clay asked him to go with Stevie when Stahl brought her in. The ATF were pressing the women of the club, guess that included their only female member, Stevie Vale. She was a complete mystery. He'd tried a handful of times to get her to tumble into bed with him, but she'd always slipped away. He'd never gone after someone like her. He'd even given up taking croweaters back to his room, trying to get her to give in to him.

Stahl smirked and continued rattling off Stevie's life story. "You belonged to the Indian Hills Devil's Tribe MC and after the patch over with the Sons of Anarchy, became the first female to wear the reaper. You transferred to SAMCRO almost immediately after the patch over." Stahl flipped a page, "Ah, your mother resides here in Charming, guess it was time to finally come home, eh?" She glanced up from the file, "How sweet." She mused with a smirk.

Stevie didn't react, she took a sip of the black coffee Stahl had placed in front of her, waiting for Agent Stahl to actually get to her point.

"Your Daddy didn't cut it as a Son, so he ran away to Indian Hills, went legit." Stahl sighed. "Then he was ran over by a drunk driver, right in front of you. Says here, you were 16."

Stevie just took another sip. She didn't bother to correct the bitch. Happy knew better. Stevie's father, Daniel Vale, lost his mind when Stevie's sister committed suicide. Instead of getting the man killed, the MC offered him the option to transfer to a brother club, The Devil's Tribe in Indian Hills, Nevada. The legitimate nature of the club made his erratic and irrational behavior less of a danger to himself and ultimately the club.

"Then you patched into The Devil's Tribe at 17. Your mother abandoned you, running back to Charming." Agent Stahl continued, "Then you joined the Marines, and we've come full circle. Nightmare complete." Stahl closed the file and sat back, eyeing Stevie expectantly.

Jesus, Happy thought, hands balling into fists at his sides. He wanted to rip the bitch in two. Why was she drudging all this up? Did she think Stevie would break under the pressure? His mind raced, what if she did break?

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, June." Stevie spoke softly, but her voice didn't waver. "I've lived this fucking nightmare, I'm not sure how throwing all this shit in my face is going to get you whatever the hell you're after."

Agent Stahl smirked. "You're a smart girl, Stevie." She sighed, "I'm just painting a picture of where you've come from, all the mistakes, the unfortunate mishaps that have caused you immense pain and suffering."

"How nice of you, June bug." Stevie purred sweetly, knocking back the rest of her cup, setting it down on the table. "Just what I needed on this fine evening, a walk down fucking memory lane." Stevie sat back, her voice turning deadly, "I haven't got all night. Get to the point." She glanced at the clock for effect.

Stahl smirked at the nickname. "Got a hot date or something?" She glanced at the glass. "Happy's out there, pacing like you're his Old Lady."

"Hmm." Stevie mused, "Wouldn't want to keep him waiting then, eh?" She smirked at the irony. He'd been pursuing her for weeks. She even noticed he'd stopped bringing croweaters back to his room, shooing them off him when the crew assembled for a party last night.

Stahl sighed, finally ready to get to the point of their little game. "I'm just going to ask you one question."

"Hallelujah." Stevie spat, throwing her hands up dramatically, sitting back in her chair, crossing her arms.

Agent Stahl stood up, taking a couple of paces to stand beside Stevie. She settled on the edge of the table, leaning towards her, "Is this the life your Daddy wanted for you?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely." Stevie leaned forward, getting in Agent Stahl's space. "My Father would be extremely proud his daughter wears the reaper he couldn't."

Happy was taken aback by her answer. He expected her to get angrier, maybe strangle the heartless bitch, that was the Stevie he'd come to know and love. Love? Where the fuck did that come from? He squeezed his eyes shut for a second willing himself to calm the fuck down. It was just an expression. Jesus, she tied him up in knots.

Stevie took a deep breath, then she pounced, grabbing Agent Stahl by the biceps. She forced her up against the glass, pinning her there, well aware that Happy was on the other side.

Fuck. Happy swore, dragging a palm down his face. Now he was going to have to call Clay and tell him his newest member was assaulting a federal officer. But, that was definitely more like it. He was glad Stevie was a hellcat; made things between them a hell of a lot more interesting.

"Listen to me, June bug." She purred sweetly, shaking Agent Stahl once, pressing her harder against the glass. "I'm only going to say this once." Her voice turned deadly, "Stay away from my club and my family. If you don't, I will find you, and I will kill you. You'll never see me coming." Suddenly the door burst open and Stevie released Agent Stahl immediately, stepping back, placing her hands on her head in compliance.

Agent Stahl's chest heaved, as she smoothed the front of her shirt. "Get her out of here, lock her ass up for the night!" She roared, hand waving towards the door. Happy could see the fear in Agent's Stahl's eyes, she looked rattled. Good. Stevie Vale was definitely a scary ass bitch.

Stevie shook her head, waving him off. "I was just putting her in her place." She glanced over Clay's shoulder. Happy leaned on the side of the truck, twirling that infernal toothpick he always had in his mouth with his fingertips, white teeth gleaming in the fading afternoon sun. His dark eyes watched them with interest; nothing got past 'the killer.' She sighed, focusing back on Clay's face.

Clay's mouth twitched, "We don't need our best gun getting locked up." He stepped closer to her. "Take this opportunity to figure out whatever is brewing between the two of you." Stevie opened her mouth to protest, but Clay put up his hand. "I mean it, Stevie. I want it settled by the time you get back." Clay had become a father figure for her within the past few weeks. He took her under his wing, inviting her to go on rides, just the two of them. He took the opportunity to tell her about her father, and how he'd fallen apart when her sister died. He cleared his throat, "Grab your gear."

Happy watched as Stevie stormed off towards the clubhouse, her blonde curls streaming behind her in the wind. Clay ran a hand over his head, sliding off his dark sunglasses as he walked over to where Happy stood. "All loaded and ready to go, Pres."

"Good." Clay nodded. He sighed, "I'm sending Stevie with you. Half Sack is staying here, ah," He chuckled, "Didn't want to subject you to the-"

"Raucous sex they'd be having the entire drive?" Happy finished dryly. Clay's mouth twitched and the men shared a small chuckle. "Thanks." He tossed his toothpick. "Stevie okay with this assignment?"

Clay leveled eyes with Happy. He smirked, "You and I both know there is something going on between the two of you." He sighed, "You need to figure out what the hell it is, get it settled before this truck enters Charming again." He stepped closer to Happy, getting up in his face a little. "Do I make myself clear?"

Happy swallowed. "Crystal." He didn't like being given an ultimatum. He knew the dance that he and Stevie were doing was dangerous. It had started as out light banter, but lately had taken a darker turn. They were both volatile people, they didn't need to be at each other's throats. Definitely bad for club morale.

Clay stepped back and gave him a nod. "Good." He turned to see Stevie emerge from the clubhouse. He'd come to think of Stevie as the daughter he never had. This trip was going to be good for the club. He didn't need his two killers at each other's throats anymore. The club had enough external pressure, they didn't need the internal drama.

Happy gave the President a nod and turned to face Stevie as she made her way across the lot. He'd always been attracted to blondes, Stevie was no exception. Stellar smile, great rack, and a fabulous right hook, she kept him pretty off balance. She was taller than his usual fare, standing at least 5' 8" with her boots on. A little older too, not that he was a spring chicken himself. She wore a deep red tank top, dark wash jeans and studded belt, topped off by her kutte. The leather originally belonged to her father; she'd tailored it to fit her curves perfectly. The sunlight caught the silver ring sparkling in her nose, the fading light backlighting her hair. She looked like a badass angel, the ink flowing up her arm completing the look. He cleared his throat, "You're riding with me, cargo's secure in the back." He held out this hand for the atlas she had tucked under her arm.

Stevie handed him the leather bound book, and turned to wave goodbye to the rest of the club. They were all milling around the lot, gearing up for a security sweep of their holdings in Charming.

"Have a lovely trip you two!" Jax called, in a sing song voice. The men all hooted and hollered. A few of them letting loose catcall like whistles. Stevie just climbed up in the cab of the truck and before she slid down inside, gave them all the finger. They reacted, laughing even harder, all placing bets on how long it took for them to give into each other, and who would give in first.

"My money's on Stevie." Tig scoffed, "The way she was looking at Happy last night," He whistled low. "I say by tomorrow night, once they've dropped off their cargo," He laughed, "Look out."

Jax shook his head. "Ya'll don't know her like I do." He held up his hand staving off the sudden eruptions of catcalls and whistles. "Happy breaks first, tonight." He looked over at Tig, offering his hand, "50 bucks."

Tig eyed him suspiciously. Then he stepped forward and placed his hand in Jax's. "Deal."

Stevie shook her head and settled down in the cab, shutting the door. She knew they were placing bets on who was going to break first. Bastards. She glanced sideways at Happy, he had the atlas spread open on the dash, planning their route to Vancouver.

"If we drive a few hours tonight, we can make it there by tomorrow evening." Stevie offered, lighting a cigarette. Happy rolled his eyes up at her, cocking an eyebrow. That was probably the most civil she'd spoken to him in a week. "Used to make runs up to Vancouver for The Devil's Tribe all the time." Stevie shrugged, "Plus duty free liquor is always a nice bonus." She threw him a wink before returning her attention back to her iPod. Happy just grunted in response, turning his attention back to the map. Stevie rolled her eyes, then she got a wicked idea. Before should could talk herself out of it, she slid across the seat, getting up in Happy's personal space. She leaned over the open atlas, pretending to be oblivious to the fact she had literally just cuddled up to The Tacoma Killer.

Jesus, she smelled amazing. Even when the croweaters tried really hard, they only ever smelled like stale booze, cigarettes and desperate pussy. Her scent was clean, faint cigarette mixed with a floral that didn't remind him of his Mom or Grandma. He swallowed hard, telling himself she was only doing this on purpose to spite him, like he'd requested her presence on this godforsaken trip. Well, two could play that game. He leaned forward, his lips ghosting along her cheekbone, feeling her shiver.

"If we can get across the California, Oregon border, say, stop outside of Klamath Falls, we'll be golden." She slid her finger along the highway line, stopping just past the state border, below the city she'd named off. She was so close to Happy she could feel the heat radiating off his chest. The coolness of his kutte against her arm provided a contrasting sensation to anchor her from sliding herself in his lap and kissing him senseless. His hot breath fanned her cheek and she clenched the hand closest to him into a fist, nails biting into her palm.

"Sounds like a plan, co-pilot." He smirked at her, folding the atlas closed, snapping Stevie out of the haze she was in.

"Great." Stevie sighed, sliding back over to her side of the seat. She put in her earphones while Happy put the truck into gear. She could feel his gaze on her, she clenched her teeth, willing herself to ignore him. It was going to be a long trip.

Dearest Readers,

Welcome to my revised Sons of Anarchy/OC story. I couldn't save Juice. I'm sorry that I was unable to do that. His redemption would have cost Stevie essential parts of her personality and character.

Angel of Death - Just like 'The Tacoma Killer', Stevie is also known by an alias, 'The Angel of Death.' Most MC members never thought that Stevie was actually a woman, so it's a bit of a surprise that she's female when she transfers to SAMCRO. We'll explore all of that in the later chapters.

I Will Not Go Quietly - Don Henley - I'm a huge classic rock fan (obviously) so this track is what I wanted to set the tone for Happy and Stevie's adventure. We'll see where they take us!

Thank you for your patience as I navigate this new story line. Stevie is definitely captaining this ship. I hope you enjoy it!

xoxo

Lumora The White