Description: Happy's daughter has been trained to be a killer. When Juice admits to his feelings she has to have a heart to heart with her Dad before she can admit to hers.

How could I be so dumb? I grunted as I whipped another knife at the target I'd set up by the clubhouse. I knew better than to let men get to me, especially pretty Puerto Rican boys with skull tattoos and a Mohawk.

I wiped my eyes, grabbing another knife and throwing it at the target. The blur halted when it collided with the last knife I'd thrown.

I wiped my forehead. I was sweating buckets considering I only own black clothes and it's about 110 degrees Fahrenheit in the sun. I wanted to hit something but I doubted any of the guys would take me to the ring. My father would be back from his run soon though so I'd be able to get him to fight with me.

I walked towards my target and grabbed my knives. I went a little further from the target this time and threw them again, hitting dead center every time.

"I love you," Juice said, standing right behind me.

"That's pretty fucking stupid of you," I said.

"I don't think it is," he said.

It didn't matter if I felt the same way. I was an assassin. My father was good at one thing and that's how he raised me: to be a killer. I mean murder for hire makes you rich quick. Dad and I had no problems getting by.

"Fuck off," I said. I grabbed my last throwing knife, twirling it in my hand for a second before whipping it at the target. Dead center. Again.

"You keep this up and people might start to be scared of you," Jax said as he walked by.

"Fuck off," I mumbled as I retrieved my knives and went back to the spot I'd last thrown from.

"I'm serious lil Killah," Juice said.

I rolled my eyes and started throwing again. I heard bikes pull in and about a minute later a short conversation between Juice and my father.

"Spill," my father said as I went to throw my last knife.

I rolled my eyes and threw the knife at the target.

My father called me by my full name and I turned to glare at him.

"What's the deal?"

"I caught feelings and what have you always told me," I said. I dropped my voice a bit and impersonated him. "You can't have any weaknesses. Relationships are weakness."

"Kid, I was wrong," he said. That caught me off guard. Happy Lowman never admits to being wrong. "You can have relationships. They're what keeps you sane. I didn't have many bonds and I thought it was for the best. Transferring here taught me better. SAMCRO only survives because it's a family."

I nodded in agreement. I knew he was right. I was still angry about it.

"So go tell the kid you love him too cause everyone can see it," he said.

"I don't know how to be in a relationship," I said.

"You'll fuck it up but everyone does. And Juice is a good guy. He'll forgive you."

I nodded and hugged my father. "I love you Dad."

"I love you too lil Killah," he said. I chuckled a little and collected my knives before going into the clubhouse.

"Can we talk?" Juice asked.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him close enough that I could pull him into a kiss.

Everyone around us burst into cheers and I had to pull back to laugh.

"I'll take it as you like me too," he said. I nodded.

"It's gonna take work because I'm fucked up. I don't know how to do relationships," I said.

"We'll figure it out together. We're all a little fucked up."