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Killers baby girl

Summary: Happy Lowman - The Tacoma Killer, club Enforcer, ruthless man - never wanted family of his own others did. All he needed was his club and his mom. He wanted to do the one thing he liked to do most in life; kill for his club. On a trip to Charming Happy is asked to pull off a job killing James O'neily, a favour for the Irish. But not everything goes according to plan and that one kill will end up being the best thing that ever happened to him.

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Chapter 1


1990

Happy age 39

Bramty age 5

Happy took off his helmet and dismounted his Dayna outside the Teller-Morrow Automotive garage, a front for the Sons of Anarchy mother charter. As soon as he walked through the doors he was greeted by the familiar scene of a clubhouse party; pussy and beer! And the uproar of his brothers in greeting.

"Killah!"

"The Tacoma Killer"

"Happy"

"Lowman, brother good to see you"

Always the silent and stoic type he simply nodded to each of his brothers nodding to them as they each clapped him on the back while he made his way through to Church, the double doored room adorned with the reaper symbol they all wore proudly. Clay led the group into the soundproof room where they dropped their phones on the pool table outside.

Everyone knew you didn't sit at the table if you weren't a patched member, especially not in the Redwood Charter, but he knew from the small nod Clay gave him that he always had a seat at this table even if he was a Tacoma Patch.

"The Irish need a favour from us" Clay stated as the Sons of Anarchy President took a drag from his cigar and Happy listened as they explained the situation with the Irish and the favour they were asking of the club.

"This is guns for hire type shit. Dangerous territory" Opie advised and they all nodded in agreement. The Sons of Anarchy weren't hitmen. They did however, have an enforcer or an unholy one and that was his job within the club. Something many men didn't have the stomach for despite their criminal status.

Clean and necessary kills was one thing, but that wasn't his specialty... no, Happy Lowman took his time in the most brutal of ways imaginable.

"We need to vote on this shit" Clay announced when they'd all had a minute to hear and think about their brothers opinions on this. Personally, Happy didn't care too much. He was content just following orders; as long as they tell him where to aim, he'll pull the trigger.

Chibs the Scotsman nodded his approval, "Aye from me"

"Yup" Tig, always ready for bloodshed, eagerly agreed as he raised his hand in a vote to support the Irish.

Opie shrugged, "Sure thing"

"Yes from me brother" Bobby nodded puffing from his cigarette

"No problems here" Jax agreed

Everyone looked at the new patch in, he had a fake Mohawk and a tribal tattoo on the side of his head. Happy realised this was probably one of the first, if not the actual first, time the guy had been included in a vote. The guy nodded his head and raised his hand "Yeah"

They all smirked when it was finally Happys turn and he let a feral grin spread across his face - one that promised bloodshed and brutal violence - and it sent chills down every biker in the room's spines whether or not they'd admit it. "I'll get it done Pres"

"I have no doubt" Clay chuckled hitting the grovel on the wooden reaper engraved table they were sat at, adjourning Church for today.

As soon as those clubhouse doors swung open the Friday post Church party was in full swing.

The sweetbutt's walked around dancing and shaking their assets like there was no tomorrow and you never knew where exactly to look when there were so many willing options just begging to be fucked.

The croweater's however, those he stayed away from but on nights like this when he wasn't back in his home town Charter it didn't much matter since they wouldn't be able to get hoped of him giving them his crow in one night. He was way too old for that shit and they all knew better than to mess with him even if he was a passing by patch.

Happy took a few shots at the bar, grabbed a passing blonde with huge fake tits by the elbow and led her up to his dorm room. Nothing more needed to be said about it before he had her naked and ready for him as soon as he shut the door to his dorm.


Happy was sitting outside a strip club three weeks later. Today was the day. He had studied his target: James O'neily, and this was always the time the fucker is most vulnerable.

Outside in the dark of an alley Happy watched James left the strip club and walked to the side of the building. Quickly following after the target, Happy stayed close to the building under the cover of darkness stepping out into the back alley of the building behind the target and snapped the mans neck without blinking.

Taking a step back Happy watched the man in front of him go limp and fall to the ground where he fired off two shots from his handgun and attached silencer, blood pooling on the floor at his feet.

The job was done.

Satisfied, Happy turned around ready to get the hell out of there but stopped dead in his tracks when he spotted the little girl standing behind him. FUCK! She was small, her raven hair was in two high pigtails. Her denim overalls were loose and half hanging off her shoulder as she twirled a lollipop in her mouth and stared at the man he'd just killed.

"Shit" he cursed running a hand over his bald head as he thought through his options. The club's rule of never leaving witnesses always applied, but it contradicted their rule of never killing women and children. But he couldn't just leave her here having seen him, right? Would she believe him if he fed her a line about finding this fucker dead already? Did she even understand what she'd just seen-

Her emerald green eyes met his and she popped the lollipop out of her mouth, "You killed him" it wasn't a question, she was simply stating a fact. There goes any hope that she didn't know what she had seen. Her green eyes bored into his as she maintained eye contact which surprised him. She'd obviously seen what he was capable of yet he didn't see fear in those eyes. "Why?"

He was taken aback by the question, not sure what to say or do. Happy sighed, "Because he was a bad man" the little girl nodded as if she understood and agreed with him and he didn't know why she would agree on that, though he didn't ask.

Crouching down Happy was eye level with her and he couldn't help but approvingly nod to himself at the way she remained calm, didn't flinch or tense like his grown ass brothers did after witnessing a kill. "What's your name?"

A smile broke out across her face and she extended a hand for him to shake, "Bramty" she announced sticking the candy back in her mouth.

He took her hand in a firm shake more than surprised by the interaction but it was better than her screaming bloody murder like he'd expected her to have been doing already. "My names Happy" he said and she nodded in response letting his hand go. Happy had been around kids before, not many and not for long amounts of time, but he was damn sure that none of them acted the way this little girl did, that's for sure.

"Come with me" she grabbed his hand and pulled him forward out of the alley. He was still debating what he should do so he followed her and let her lead him out of the alley curious as to where they were going.

"Where's your parents?" He asked as she led him through a few streets. She walked with purpose and held firmly onto his hand as he walked beside her.

"My mom is at work"

"Where are we going?" He asked when they walked out of a few short cut alley ways and into a street full of run down houses and homeless drug addicts. He was damn sure that a kid like her shouldn't be let near areas like this, let alone know them enough to navigate in the dark at midnight.

"There's a mean man who chases me in that alley and I don't like walking home alone. You can protect me tonight because you owe me" she answered completely calm as if this was any other random night for her and he raised his brows.

Happy didn't know what to say to her answer so instead he just let her hold his hand and walk him to her house. When they walked up the front porch it was by far the worst looking house in the street and was probably all her mother could afford. She opened the already unlocked door and let his hand go as she turned to look at him. "We're even now Mr. Happy"

Mr. Happy? He almost laughed

Happy crouched down so he was eye level with the little girl again, "If anyone asks you-"

She smiled and cut him off crunching the candy she'd had in her mouth. "I don't know that man. I don't know you. I don't know what happened" she told him and he watched as the lie slipped easily past her lips like it may as well of been the truth and he was flawed once again.

Happy stood and nodded "Be safe Bramty"

She beamed up at him and the look on her face would make you think he'd just told her Christmas had come early or something. "Thank you for being nice to me Mr. Happy. Goodnight" and with that she shut the door smiling.

He stood there for a minute before turning around and walking back to his bike... He was gonna need a drink - or ten, tonight.


"I'm telling you brother, that's what happened. Shit kinda weirded me out" Happy sighed and Kozik laughed loudly. He had told the other Sons about the little girl and what had happened that night, they seemed as stunned as he was about the situation and that was why he found himself sitting with his closest friend 2 days later discussing it.

Happy glared at his Tacoma brother for laughing and Kozik threw up his hands, "I just don't know how else to respond to that" Kozik defended and it was a fair point.

He grunted in annoyance and walked out of the clubhouse bar ignoring the blonde sweetbutt trying to get his attention.

He needed a ride to clear his head.

An hour later he found himself outside the house that the little girl had led him to. Daylight didn't improve the run down appearance of the house like he'd hoped it would. He sat there across the street just looking at it when the door was flung open and the little girl scurried out of there like the place was on fire but a hand reached out and grabbed her.

Happy stiffened, it wasn't his place to do anything about how a child was treated by her parents. But it didn't mean he wanted to find out she was getting hit.

A man appeared and backed the child up against the door frame of the front door, she barely stood at the large mans hip. The sound of the slap echoed and Happy felt his blood boil when her little face snapped to the side and she stumbled from the force.

He was ready to go up there when the girl looked back at the man and stabbed the fucker in the dick with a knife that seemed to come from fucking nowhere!

"Holy fuck!" He grinned with something close to pride as he watched the girl shove the doubled over, screaming man onto the porch and slam the front door right in his face.

"Go to a hospital" Happy grabbed the man and pulled him to his feet. The guy looked at him gratefully but it soon faded when the fucker spotted Happy's Kutte and glare. "If you ever go near that little girl, near this home again, I'll know and I will kill you. Understand?" The fucker nodded quickly and stumbled down the street holding his bleeding crotch.

Happy decided to knock on the door and a very near naked blonde answered. "Ohhh hi there" she purred at him just as a redhead appeared by her side. Where the fuck were these bitches clothes?

"Do you want to come in?" One asked but he didn't responded and instead pushed past into the house with a suspicion this wasn't just the home of a struggling mother - it was a whore house.

"Who you wanting to play with, sweet cheeks?" A raven haired woman appeared in front of him.

"The little ki-" He started to ask hesitantly, he was gonna tell them what he'd just seen but they laughed and nodded cutting him off.

"Kid!" The raven haired whore yelled and Bramty ran into the room at the woman's screeching.

"Mom?" Bramty looked up at the raven haired woman and then him. Her bright green eyes widened but she didn't let on that she knew him and he was more than impressed. She had the same raven black hair colour as the mom did, but Bramty's eyes were bright sparkly green not the dark blue her mothers were and Bramty's skin was olive tan not pale like her mothers. You could tell they were related but it was obvious Bramty had taken after her father just as much as she had her mother who would be stunning if she didn't look so strung out.

"You know what to do" the woman answered and then walked away without a second glance at the child and he frowned deeply. He wasn't here for the reasons that woman probably thought he was, and he didn't like the fact that this child would 'know what to do' even if he was.

Bramty grabbed his hand and pulled him up stairs into a room. There was two wooden dressers and a bed that had crayons and colouring books spread out on it.

"I'm not going to hurt you" he felt like he needed to make sure she knew that even though she didn't seem scared holding his hand right now.

"Okay" she nodded happily and let go of his hand as she sat on the bed. "I saw you outside. You have a motorcycle?"

"I do" he nodded smiling a little as her pigtails swished when she bounced onto the bed.

"That's really cool" she smiled bobbing her head up and down in a nod that made him chuckle. Happy Lowman didn't find things cute, but this little girl was fucking adorable.

"How old are you?"

She looked up at him "I'm 5" and held up her hand showing all 5 tiny fingers almost like it was proof that she was, in fact, 5 years old. "How old are you?"

Happy grumbled at the question but answered anyway "39" he knew he looked a lot younger and his type of work kept him in good shape but he wasn't, by a long shot, the oldest Son in the club.

"Mr. Happy?" He looked at her expectantly and she smiled patting the edge of the bed and he knew it meant she wanted him to sit with her, so he did. Albeit a little awkwardly.

Happy smiled when she handed him a colouring book and set a pack of crayons in between them. With a chuckle he complied and they sat in silence colouring in the flower pictures. He noticed that she was pretty good at this for what he thought a 5 year old would draw like. Her legs were swinging above her back in the air as she coloured laying on her stomach.

"What?" He frowned when she stopped to stare at him, her little green eyes making him feel like she could see right through him.

"What is that?" She pointed to his Kutte

"It's to tell people what club I'm in"

She nodded but eyed the Kutte curiously "How do you say that word?"

"Normad" he pronounced it slowly

"N-or-mad" she repeated bobbing her her head proudly when it sounded the same as how he'd pronounced it. "What does it mean?"

"It means that I don't belong to one clubhouse in one city. I can go all over the country" he shrugged

Bramty nodded again "That's really cool" she sounded genuinely impressed "Is that your job?" He nodded in confirmation. "What do you do when you work for the clubhouses?"

He stared at her and she stared right back looking him dead in the eyes with more intensity that he thought a child should be capable of. "I kill people" he admitted watching her reaction closely.

She didn't even flinch. "Are they bad people?" He nodded and she tilted her head frowning in concentration before she looked back up at him. "Does that make you a bad person?"

He thought about that, it was the million dollar question, wasn't it? He shrugged "Probably"

Bramty nodded with a smile "Well, I still like you" she announced with a shrug and he couldn't have stopped the smile that graced his face if he had of tried.

A loud banging on the door had both their attentions half an hour later, when it opened a blonde woman walked in smirking at him. "She did everything you asked?"

"Yes" he rasped knowing he had to play along here for Bramty's sake. He'd seen women like these before and they probably only had a kid so they could pimp the kid out to pay for their bad bleach job and probably a crack addiction.

"Good. 100"

Really? "20 and I'll come back" She started at him and when he glared she quickly nodded in agreement and he handed over a twenty from his wallet and smiled at Bramty before walking out of the house.

That made him feel dirty having to pay the bitch but he'd come back and check on the kid in a few days and figure out what the fuck he should do. He couldn't just take someone's kid from them and he knew foster care would be this all over again.

Happy sighed and flipped his phone open when it rang. The club comes first.

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He had come back just like he said he would, everyday for two weeks Happy had spent at least an hour with Bramty a day. It was always at odd hours and he had almost not bothered on the second night when his only free time had been at 11pm but it turned out that loud moaning at nights kept a 5 year old awake.

Slowly he had begun to piece parts of her life together and there were clear subjects that were off limits but so far she had been quite open with him.

It was sad, but he got the impression she'd answer just about anything he asked just to have someone to talk to who wasn't ranting or raving at her like the women she lived with did.

Once again he found himself sat on Bramty's bed colouring in with her and asking questions. "You don't have anyone's house you can go to for a little while? family? friends?" he knew neighbours were out of the question since he was pretty sure the house next door was a drug den.

"I have a mom" she offered as if the concept of a family confused her and he hated that. "You're my friend right?"

"Yeah, baby girl.. I'm your friend" he nodded holding back a sigh at the joy on her face. He'd been a little shit as a kid, doing that 'I hate the world' thing that angry teens did. His alcoholic father had abandoned them after beating on his mother a few times. It was something he was now thankful for, but at the time it had confused and angered him. The mix of feeling abandonment and hatred towards his father as well as confusion had gotten him in all sorts of trouble since he was been 10 years old.

Yet, no matter what he had done he always had his mom to fall back on when things went wrong, always had his mom and her unconditional love.

"Do you have a mom?" Bramty asked and he nodded "Is she nice to you? I saw on TV one time, a movie at the club, and the mommy and daddy were nice. Do you have to have brothers and sisters or a daddy to have a nice mommy?"

Happy swallowed the lump in his throat as her big green eyes looked up at him searching his face for answers. "No. No, I have a nice mommy and that's it" she nodded like he had just confirmed something for her and she sighed as before going back to colouring.

"Bramty where is your stuff?" he eyed the room, it was bare and if he hadn't known it was her room he would have thought it was just a spare room. There was nothing personal about it with only two old wooden dressers and a bed. "Your toys?"

"I have a full draw of colouring books and pens" she smiled and got up walking over to open the draw he'd seen her rifle through before. He'd been hoping she would say that the whole dresser was full of toys but he should have known better by now.

"What's in that dresser?" he pointed to the one in the far corner and she frowned deeply choosing as always when something was off limits; to pretend he'd never asked. His eyes followed her in the silence as she sat back on the bed and continued colouring.

After a while of silence he knew his question had made her uncomfortable and he didn't know what else to do other than let the subject drop. The sinking feeling in his gut didn't make that any easier as he thought about what could be in the other set of draws.

Breaking the silence Bramty looked up at him, "I listened to a song yesterday" she was grinning proudly and he chuckled trying not to focus on the fact that listening to a song was something so simple to him yet foreign to her. "I memorised all the words"

"Yeah?" he asked and she nodded "You any good at singing? Will you sing the words to me?"

She nodded and sat up on the backs of her legs "I don't fuck with you
You little stupid ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you
You little, you little, dumb ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you
I got a million trillion things I'd rather fuckin' do
Than to be fuckin' with you
Little stupid ass, I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
I don't, I don't, I don't give a fuck
Bitch, I don't give a fuck about you or anything that you do
Don't give a fuck about you or anything that you do
I heard you got a new man, I see you takin' a pic
Then you post it up, thinkin' that it's makin' me sick, brr, brr
I see you calling, I be makin' it quick
I'mma answer that shit like "I don't fuck with you"
Bitch, I got no feelings to go
I swear I had it up to here, I got no ceilings to go
I mean for real, fuck how you feel
Fuck your two cents if it ain't goin' towards the bill, yeah
And everyday I wake up celebratin' shit, why?
'Cause I just dodged a bullet from a crazy bitch,
I Stuck to my guns, that's what made me rich
That's what put me on, that's what got me here-"

"Oookay, Bramty" he laughed stopping her from continuing the lyrics of the song that he knew got much worse than what she'd already sung. Happy was in slight shock of what had just come out of her mouth but he couldn't help but smile. "You really can sing" he nodded appreciatively, when she was older she would have a great voice he could already tell.

"You know the song?!" she cheered excitedly and he nodded with a smirk "Can you sing with me? I want to keep singing"

"I don't sing. I like listening to other people sing but Bramty... you know those are bad words right? shouldn't you wait until your older before you cuss like that?" he didn't mention the explicit meanings behind the lyrics.

Bramty looked at him frowning as she clearly thought about what he'd said before she shrugged, "I like that song" she declared "I want to cuss only sometimes" she decided and he chuckled a little.

She was 5 years old and she was smart as a whip.

Happy squeezed her hand as he stood up ready to leave when she grabbed his hand and hugged him instead. He froze slightly before hugging her back. She was a good kid and he liked her, he hadn't expected her to hug him but he didn't fight the way it felt natural. "I'll see you later Bramty"

"See you Hap" she waved and he walked out the door laughing and shaking his head when he heard her start to sing that damn Big Sean song again.

"I don't fuck with you, you stupid ass bitch..."

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