"Can you believe that the Tacoma killer is the most reasonable of the two?"
"Dangerous Love" is a gritty, suspenseful fanfiction set in the universe of "Sons of Anarchy," blending action, romance, and drama. It explores the themes of redemption, the...
The day began like any other. Kenna woke up Nico, and they had breakfast together before Britt arrived to watch him. Kenna headed to work at TM, joining the guys for lunch. As they ate, an intense pain suddenly gripped her chest. She instinctively placed a hand over her heart, her face contorting in discomfort.
"Sweetheart, what is it?" Chibs asked, his eyes narrowing with concern.
"I... I don't know," Kenna winced, her breath coming in sharp gasps. She stood up quickly, a wave of anxiety washing over her. "Something's wrong," she muttered, feeling her chest tighten further.
"Should we call an ambulance?" Tig suggested, his voice edged with worry.
Kenna took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "No, I'm okay," she insisted, but her voice lacked conviction. She grabbed her phone, her hands trembling slightly, and dialed Britt. "Is Nico okay?" she asked, her voice tight.
"Yeah, he's fine. Is everything alright, Kenna?" Britt responded, concern evident in her tone.
"Yeah... yeah, thank you," Kenna replied hastily, hanging up and immediately dialing Happy's number. It rang and rang, but there was no answer. She tried again. Nothing. "Why isn't he picking up?" she said loudly, her panic rising.
"He's probably just out of reach, Kenna," Tig tried to reassure her, but Kenna's anxiety only grew.
"Call someone!" she yelled, the fear in her voice clear.
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"Alright," Chibs said, quickly pulling out his phone. He dialed a number, pacing slightly as he waited. "It's Chibs, yeah, good. Is Happy with you? Alright, good, good. Thank you," he said before hanging up. He looked at Kenna, whose eyes were wide with worry. "Hap was with them on the run and went back to the motel. He's probably on his way home now."
"No," Kenna said, shaking her head. "He promised he would call when he got back to the motel."
"Maybe he just forgot, Ken," Chibs offered, trying to calm her.
"No, he always calls," Kenna replied, her voice breaking. Suddenly, a full-blown panic attack took hold. Her breathing became erratic, her vision narrowing.
"Sweetheart, I'll send someone to check the motel," Chibs assured her, signaling Kozik to try and calm her down. He placed a hand gently on her knee. "It's Hap, Ken. He's tough. He's alright."
Kenna tried to focus on his words, to convince herself that everything was fine. But deep down, a cold dread settled in her stomach. She knew something was terribly wrong.
The moment EZ fired three shots into Hap's chest, time seemed to slow to a crawl. Hap's mind flickered through a series of memories like a dying reel of film—the first was of Kenna walking up the aisle toward him, her face radiant with love, her eyes locked on his. The next was the overwhelming joy of holding Nico in his arms for the first time, his tiny hand gripping Hap's finger. And then, a final image—Kenna and Nico laughing in the garden, picking flowers, their faces bright with happiness. It was the purest peace he had ever known. These images, these precious fragments of his life, were the last things he saw before darkness consumed him as Angel fired a final bullet.
