The hidden wounds

Skylar Lowman is happy's daughter but he didn't know about her until she shows up at the clubhouse with a latter saying that she is his child an her mother was killed. What happens when her ex boyfriend goes after her an the person who killed her mother wants her dead as well? How well happy handle having a teenage daughter who don't listen to a thing he says an starts to fall for a son? follow skylar as she deals with her mothers death an trying to live with happy an the club

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1. chapter 1

The Hidden Wounds

I thought of my father as I boarded the plane to take me to Charming, California where he's at. I never got to know my father. He was never in my life so I don't see how he can help or would even want to help me in my situation. Why would he even want to be a part of my life now? I thought as the plane took off.

My mother had used her last breath to tell me to go to the father I never knew. She said he could and would keep me safe. Thinking about my mother made me remember that day and how it changed my life forever.

It was a normal day, well as normal as one can be when you're a teenager who is wild and crazy. Mom and I just got back from the store. We had to pick up some things for my birthday party party. I was turning seventeen and Mom wanted it to be the best birthday I ever had.

When we arrived, Mom went inside first as I got the last few bags out of the car. I got the scare of my life when I entered the house and saw my Mom being held at gun point by an unknown guy. His friend, who I didn't notice was there, came up behind me once they realized they weren't alone. I had little time to react as he grabbed me from behind. I've been doing kickboxing since I was little but he was too strong for me. I fought to get out of his hold but my efforts went to waste. He threw me up against the wall and pinned me there. I couldn't move at all. I was paralyzed from fear and from the hold the guy had on me. Mom tried to calm me down from her position but nothing worked.

I was scared. Scared for my life. Scared for my mother's life. Scared that we might die like this.

Upon coming down to that realization, I threw a head-butt to the guy who grabbed me, freeing myself. I'm not going to let that happen. I ran to the guy holding my Mom and managed to take his face mask off. The guy I hit grabbed the gun that fell on the floor and pointed it at me. Mom seeing this, ram in front of me. The gun went off and that's when I screamed. The bullet, instead of hitting me, hit my mom. She fell to the floor, blood oozing out from her wound.

"Come on, fool," The guy who shot my mom said to his friend. "We gotta get outta here before the cops come." Then he looked back at me and in a menacing tone, said, "This ain't over, little girl. I'm coming back and when I do, you won't be as lucky." His cold eyes stared right at me, then they left.

I kneeled on the floor next to my mother. "Mom, come on. We have to get you to a hospital," I said, trying to get her to stand up, but it only put her in more pain.

"Baby, listen to me," she breathed out. "I don't have much time left. Leave for Charming, find a man named Happy. Tell him what happened, he will keep you safe." She stopped as blood poured out the sides of her mouth.

"There is a bag inside my closet, inside is a letter for him. Tell him about everything, please. Baby, tell your father everything." Her last words came in a whisper and just like that, she's gone. And it's all my fault. My fault for not fighting back as hard as I could.

Getting up, I ran to Mom's room and went straight to her closet. I grabbed the bag she mentioned and opened it. Inside is a number for a man named Tig Trigger. The cops had arrived when I sat on Mom's bed, feeling numb.

A cop walked in, surveying the room. He approached me. "Ma'am, are you alright?" He asked, trying to get me to respond. But I couldn't. I felt numb and I wanted my Mom.

I shook my head, getting rid of the memory and falling back to the present just in time to hear the announcement that we're landing. I felt weird when getting off the plane. I guess it's because I never boarded a plane in my life till now. After getting my bag, I hailed a cab and got in. I told the driver to take me to teller-morrow auto shop. The guy looked at me like I was out of my mind.

"Are you sure you wanna go there, little girl? It isn't safe there," He said. He gave me the creeps, I can't wait till I can get out of this cab.

"I'm sure. Now please take me where I want to go or I'll find another cab," I said. I was hoping he'd say no so I could get out but my luck really sucked 'cause the cab started moving.

I'm about ready to scream after twenty minutes when he finally pulled up to the lot. I got out, paid him, and watched as he bailed out of here. I turned to the shop and opened the door to an office. A middle-aged woman looks up at me.

"Can I help you, sweetheart?" She asked. She was really pretty, her radiant smile adding to her charm.

I nodded. "I'm looking for Happy Lowman. I was told I could find him here," I said, feeling a bit scared. Do I really wanna see him? Do I really want to know what he's like, how he looks? No, not really. But I need him.

"Who are you and what do you need to see Happy for?" She asked, like she's two seconds away from killing me if she didn't like what I say next.

"My name is Skylar Lowman. My father is Happy." Only he doesn't know about me. "I'm not old enough to live on my own and I have a letter for him," I said. I'm sure my father's gonna ask me this again.

"My name is Gemma," she said. "Where is your mother?"

I felt a lump in my throat, I knew it was hard to talk about this but I answered anyway. "My mother was shot in front of me a few weeks ago. I have nowhere else to go," I said, tears welling up in my eyes. I hope like hell they wouldn't fall off.

Gemma nodded in understanding. "Okay sweetheart, why don't you follow me into the clubhouse? I'll go get him, okay?"

Hearing her say that made this all the more real for me. Once I do this there will be no turning back, which scares me.

Walking into the clubhouse is new to me. I've never been in one in my life, an ex-boyfriend of mine had a Harley but that was it. We entered the clubhouse, I walked over to the couch and sat down while Gemma went down the hall to where, I guess, Happy is.

Looking around, I saw that there was a bar and a pool table and to the side are a set of double doors. I looked over when I heard high heels clicking on the floor and saw Gemma walking my way. A scary looking guy was right behind her. He was tall and had a tattoo. His whole don't-fuck-with-me vibe was visibly present and it made him ten times more scary.

I stood up as Gemma introduced him. "Skylar, this is Happy," she said.

Why did my father have to be scary? I thought.

"Thank you, Miss Gemma." I said, politely. I don't know these people and from the looks of it, if I make one wrong move, I'd get killed. I don't want to die.

"Oh honey, there's no need for you to call me miss. You can just call me Gemma," Gemma said, smiling at me. "I have to get back to the office to get some work done. Play nice you two." She gave a pointed look to Happy. She went through the door we passed.

"So you're Happy? I'm Skylar." I said, trying to take things slow. I don't want to rush anything and I don't know what Gemma told him.

His cold black eyes assessed me. "I am. Gemma said you were looking for me but didn't even tell me what. So, what do you want?" He asked. I looked down at the floor. I didn't want to look him in the eyes when I finally tell him what I came here for. Who knows how he's gonna take the news.

"Do you remember a girl by the name of Brie Trigger?" I asked him. He looked at me, shock painting his features.

"What does she have to with this? I haven't talked to that bitch for seventeen years," he said. I bit my tongue when he called Mom a bitch.

But it pissed me off.

"Well, seeing as that's my mother you just called a bitch and that she's dead, I would like it if you didn't call her that again. She used her last breath to tell me to come find you. I'm your daughter, Dad."

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