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Diner Girl PT 1
🦆: First Post in awhile took a break as I was busy with work but I'm back now with lots of things in my drafts to keep me busy
Pairing: Tig Trager x FemOC (can be read as xreader)
Summary: Tig meets a cute waitress
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Tig sees a diner on the way back from a run for the club and notices a cute little waitress in the window and thought this seems like a great place to stop for some grub. Approaching the counter, Tig flashes the waitress a warm smile. He then orders a coffee and takes a seat, keeping his eyes on the girl as she tends to the few other patrons in the small diner.
As he finishes his coffee, Tig decides to make a move. Rising from his seat, he walks over to the counter where the waitress is wiping down glasses and taking orders from a man in a suit. Tig, leaning on the counter in a laidback manner catches the waitress looking at him out of the corner of her eye and smiles. She returns the smile and continues working. Tig decides to see if he can strike up a conversation.
Looking down at the waitress, Tig speaks in a gentle and friendly tone.
"Hey there, you seem like a sweet girl, what's your name?"
The waitress takes a moment to glance at Tig, seemingly surprised by the question. However, her warmth and sweetness never leave her expression as she answers.
"Oh, I'm Grace.. Nice to meet you...."
"I'm Alex"
Tig smiles warmly, liking the girl's name and her friendly attitude.
"EXCUSE ME DO THEY PAY YOU TO IGNORE CUSTOMERS IN THIS DUMP OR DO YOU JUST HATE YOUR JOB?"
The man in the suit loudly exclaims to the room with a sour expression on his face
Startled by the man's sudden outburst, Tig looks up at him and gives him a stern glare. The waitress quickly turns to face the man in the suit, looking annoyed with his behavior. Tig turns his attention back to the waitress.
"Relax, buddy. This is a small, family-run diner. If you're looking for customer service, try the Olive Garden or something. Now, why don't you go back to your table and let Grace do her job in peace hmm?"
Tig says confidently, shooting a sharp glance at the rude customer.
The man seems surprised by Tig's bold response and grumbles to himself before going back to his table. Grace quickly looks up at Tig, clearly appreciating the sweet way he defended her. She smiles at Tig and nods her thanks. Tig smiles back, then continues to talk with the young waitress.
Tig likes talking with Grace, enjoying how genuine and kind-hearted she is. She's a nice girl, he thinks, and way nicer than any girl he's ever been with before. He can feel a strange connection with her, something that he's never felt before. He's drawn to her in a way that he can't quite explain.
The two chat for a while longer and Tig's charm seems to be working as Grace becomes more and more comfortable with him. As she leans on the counter, Tig puts his hand on her elbow to get her attention. He leans in close and says quietly,
"Can I ask you something?"
Grace looks up at him, and the look in her eyes makes his heart flutter. He thinks she is the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. He nods slowly as he waits for her reply, and Grace smiles sweetly as she whispers,
"Sure, what is it?"
Tig's heart starts pounding as the tension mounts, and he takes a beat before finally asking the question that's been haunting him.
"Would you wanna go out sometime?"
As the words leave his mouth, his stomach clenches with nerves, and his brain feels like it's short-circuiting from the rush of adrenalin. He can't believe he just asked her that, but he felt like he had no choice. As the diner gets quiet and Grace thinks about his question, Tig can hardly breathe.
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Nothing To Tell
Tig Trager & OFC (Claire Morrow)
For Day 23 of @whumpril's 2023 Challenge: bloodstains / sharing clothes
Warnings: 18+, angst, mentions of blood, language
Word Count: 2k
A/N: Anj and I have clocked so many hours talking about Claire and until this I never felt like I had a good idea for a small fic to put her in. So, you know, shout-out to Whumpril for allowing this girl to make her debut. I love her.
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Despite the fact that Tig’s eyes were open, that his gun was in his hand, that he was moving down the stairs towards his front door, he still felt like he was asleep. He wasn’t, of course, because the pounding against his front door had made sure of that. It was incessant, and if he had felt a little more awake he would’ve been yelling at whoever it was to knock it off, but he just had to settle for grumbling under his breath. Holding back a deep sigh, he flipped the deadbolt on the door and pulled it open, gun held tightly at his side.
Of all the people he thought he was going to be opening the door to, Claire wasn’t one of them. It was late, she should’ve been home, and she also had a key to let herself in with. All of those thoughts were running in the background of Tig’s sleep-addled brain as he looked at her, trying to register the sight in front of him.
Her eyes were puffy and red, makeup smeared beneath them. Now that she wasn’t trying to break his door down, her arms were folded tightly across her body, trembling even though it wasn’t all that cold out. Her hair was a mess—however she’d had it tied up before, all that was left in the ponytail now were a few locks of it, the rest around her shoulders and out of control. She shifted nervously from one foot to the other as she stood on his front step, glancing back over her shoulder for a moment before turning back to look at him again. Her bottom lip trembled as she opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to find any kind of words to say even though she was coming up empty.
Even with the deep breath she took, her voice still came out small and shaky as she finally got herself to say, “Please don’t tell my dad.”
Confusion crossed his face at that. Shaking his head slightly, he reached out and gently looped his arm around her, trying not to take it personally when she flinched at his touch as he guided her inside. His voice was soft from more than just sleep as he told her, “Get in here.”
He did a quick scan of the street before stepping back into the house himself, putting the deadbolt back in place. When he turned around, he found Claire standing in the middle of his living room in much the same position she was on his step. It’d been a long time since he had seen her looking so rattled about anything. Fear never seemed to sink its claws into her, even though most times it should’ve.
“What’s going on?” he asked, tucking his gun into the back of his waistband.
She shook her head, running her hands back through her hair. “They can’t know. You gotta,” she paced in front of him, “you gotta promise you’re not gonna tell my mom and dad.”
“Claire—”
“Or Jax,” she cut him off, her voice trembling. “God. I didn’t even—” she dropped her face into her hands for a moment, “Fuck.”
He stepped in front of her so that she wouldn’t be able to keep walking when she finally lifted her face from her hands. He wanted to lift her head, make her look him in the eyes. He wanted to hold her, but he felt like she might shatter if he did.
“Claire,” he repeated, “talk to me, baby. What’s going on?”
She finally looked up at him, tears on her cheeks. She finally let her arms drop to her sides, and that was when Tig saw the blood splattered along the neckline and chest of her light grey t-shirt. “Please don’t tell them.”
Tig had never heard her plead like that, like she actually meant it. “I can’t tell anyone anything,” he reached out and gently thumbed the tears off her cheek, not saying anything about the way she recoiled slightly at the gesture, “if you don’t tell me what happened. So,” he brought his hand to rest on her shoulder, “what happened?”
She sniffled, shaking her head. “They told me. They told me not to get involved. And I,” she stepped away, giving herself room to start pacing again as she spoke, “I didn’t listen. That’s what they’re gonna tell me, too, you know. They’re just gonna tell me that if I had fucking listened—”
“Don’t worry about them,” Tig interrupted her spiraling train of thought. Whatever she went through, and she was still worrying about the rest of them. “Gemma, Clay, Jax—fuck all them right now, okay?”
“Tig…” the lump in the back of her throat made it hard to speak, his name coming out weaker than she wanted it to.
He could see the way her eyes darted around, looking at him, scanning the room, glancing over at the door, going back to him, repeating the cycle all over again. The longer the two of them stood there, the more he realized that he might not be getting anything out of her for a while. As much as he hated being in the dark, he also knew that trying to drag it out of her wasn’t going to be good for either of them. Claire had never been anything other than an open book with him. She’d been that way her whole life: a chronic over-sharer, oftentimes to a fault. If she wasn’t telling him something, it wasn’t a choice for her—she just couldn’t do it.
“What am I doing?” The question rhetorical, forced out past a sob.
“You’re okay,” he said, not knowing at all if it was true. Stepping in, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a hug that she gladly collapsed into. Hooking his chin over her head, he ran his hand up and down her back. “You’re okay.”
She didn’t hug him back. She wanted to, but she couldn’t force herself to do it, like the amount of strength it would take to return the embrace was too much for her to exert in the moment. Her arms hung limply at her sides as she leaned against him, tears and makeup smearing across the shirt that he was wearing. She was glad for the reprieve, the comfort and care that she wouldn’t have gotten if she had gone home.
Tig didn’t know how long the two of them stood there like that before he finally asked, “You gonna stay?” He asked it like a question, but there was only one answer that he was going to accept.
She didn’t pull away, just nodding as she stayed pressed to him. “If that’s okay.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Of course it is.”
He finally pried himself away from her, hands still resting on the outsides of her arms. Claire couldn’t force herself to look him in the eyes for a moment, her gaze staying fixed on the floor. There was a brief moment when she thought about turning around and running back to her car. But there was no getting away from it. It was all going to come crashing down eventually.
“Can I borrow something to, you know,” she gestured to the blood smeared on her shirt.
Tig nodded. “I’ll grab you something.”
He was hardly gone for a minute before he reappeared with a shirt and a pair of sweatpants in his hands. Neither of them were really going to fit her, but they didn’t have blood on them so they were a step in the right direction. She was only going to wear them to sleep, after all, so he figured that she wasn’t really going to mind.
Handing them over to her, he said, “Go shower. I’ll,” he gestured to the couch, “get this ready for you.”
She didn’t know why fresh tears spilled over onto her cheeks as she nodded, but they did. Neither of them acknowledged them as she reached and took the clothes from him. “Thank you.”
Tig watched her as she slowly made her way off towards his bathroom. He waited until he heard the sound of the shower running before he went to grab an extra pillow and blankets for the couch. He was going through the motions of it all, realizing how long it had been since someone had turned up on his step looking for a safe place to stay. That’s not usually what anyone needed him for.
It wasn’t often that Claire came by for more than a drink and to complain about her brother. Both of those activities were things that Tig was more than happy to indulge in with her. But she never needed to hide out at his house. The more Tig thought about it, the last time she was there for anything close to this purpose, was when she was a kid. It wasn’t just her, though. Thomas was there, and so were Tig’s daughters. Jax had managed to talk his way into staying at Opie’s with Mary and Piney, which was just as well. Despite the circumstances of it all, Tig almost found himself smiling at the memory of it. No one told the kids why they were actually staying at Tig’s, so they all just treated it like a big sleepover. They were better off that way.
The smile on his face faded when he realized that Claire was the only one out of the four who was still around. Tig couldn’t remember the last time that Dawn or Fawn had crossed county lines into Charming, and everyone knew what had happened to Thomas. So it was just Claire, and it didn’t seem like she was much better off than the rest of them for having stayed.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her footsteps, the creak of the floorboards beneath her feet. Turning around, he saw her standing there in his clothes, hers balled up in her hands because she didn’t know where she should leave them. Despite his clothes not being the right size for her, Tig couldn’t help but to think that she still didn’t look as small as she did standing on his doorstep. She didn’t look okay yet, but she looked better. It was a start.
He wanted to ask how she was, but the answer was obvious. He also wanted to ask her again about what had happened, but she finally looked like she wasn’t waiting for someone to come kicking his door in after her, so he let it lie. Whatever the circumstances were, they wouldn’t change before morning.
“I’m sorry,” she said as she stepped in closer, her voice quiet, still unsteady. She didn’t know which part of it all she was really apologizing for. Maybe all of it.
He shook his head as he took the clothes from her, unsure of whether he should just toss them for her or wash them. “It’s okay.” He gave her a small smile. “Not the worst mess I’ve had to clean up.”
It got a weak laugh out of her as she shook her head. “Gross.”
They both chuckled for a moment, despite the exhaustion, all of the questions lingering above their heads. Tig let a few beats pass before asking, “Want me to stay down here?”
She shook her head, nose twitching to fight off the sniffle she could feel creeping up. “I’ll be okay.”
He studied her face. “You sure?”
She took a deep breath, trying her best to sound as certain as she usually did. “Yea.”
He didn’t want to push it, didn’t want to make things worse all over again, so he nodded. Stepping in, he gave her another hug, kissing the side of her head, not caring that her hair was still damp. “I’ll be upstairs if you need me.”
She nodded as she hugged him back. “Thank you.”
He noticed the way that she wasn’t quite ready to let go yet, so he didn’t make her. Leaning his head against hers, he said, “Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out.”
She let out a shaky breath, but she still nodded. “Okay.”
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Scars Remain - Pt. 4
Bishop Losa x Female OC, Lex
Mayans & SOA crossover
⚠️ Warnings: domestic violence, abusive relationship, panic attacks, normal canon violence
PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE
Part Four
Bishop stood, hurling the beer bottle across the room to shatter against the far wall, fury burning through his veins.
Chibs' fist swung out to Bishop, catching him below the eye, knocking him back to the couch. Chibs towered over him. "You should've fuckin called the moment you found out she was my daugh'er! No, instead you decided to fuck her-!"
Bishop rose and clocked Chibs in the jaw, making him stumble backwards.
"The fuck did you let her leave with that son of a bitch in the first place!?" He hollered at Chibs. "This is all on you!" Bishop seethed, shoving at Chibs again. The rest of the Mayans stood, waiting the next move.
"Good!" Tig yelled, clapping as he and Happy stood from their seats at the bar, moving to them. "Get that shit out of your system so you're not trashing shit in front of her like fucking animals!" He motioned between Chibs and Bishop. "You two need to handle your shit right fucking now. Beat the shit out of each other or what have you, but fucking handle it! I'm not having her see any of this! I'm getting her out of here. Call me when you're done!" His eyes wild as he stepped back and jerked the clubhouse door open, slamming it behind him as the chaos erupted.
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The next thing I knew, a hot plate of eggs and bacon was sat in front of me. I snapped to the present and looked around. Tig and I were at a diner just outside of Santo Padre. How I got here was a blur. My brain a jumbled mess from earlier this morning at the clubhouse.
"You with me, doll?"
My stomach growled loudly and I slowly lifted a piece of bacon from the plate. My hand trembling.
"Well, ya got an appetite, so that's a start."
I glanced up at him, his ice blue eyes warily watching me.
I devoured the plate in front of me in silence. My only focus right now on staunching the hunger. I leaned back, placing the fork on the empty plate. The fog began to clear from my mind. My thoughts slowing as I processed this morning's events.
Happy...
My father...
Finally coming clean with everyone...
Bishop...
"He wants nothing to do with me now..." I whispered, staring at the now empty plate. "He wouldn't even look at me.."
Tig sighed, taking a gulp of coffee. "If that's the case, then I'll kill him myself...if Chibs hasn't already." He sat the mug back down. "But, think about it, sweetheart. You just relived your worst nightmare in front of him." He paused, placing his hand on mine as I gripped the side of the table. "He just heard every horror that fucking bastard did to his girl...that you almost died. He needs a beat to process it all. He's angry - not at you, doll-" he countered, seeing the expression on my face. "-none of that was your fault so stop blaming yourself right now." His voice was strained, trying to real his anger in as he pointed at me. He closed his eyes a moment and drew a deep breath in. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Like I said, it was... a lot to hear. We all want our turn with the prick. We're all angry, but none of it is directed at you. Alright?"
I chewed on my lip, going over everything he'd said. Tig was right. I knew he was. But being able to forgive myself after all this time of thinking everything was my own doing, that I deserved it all... was going to take time.
"I just don't want everyone to look at me with pity. I don't want to see that. I can't-"
"Hey...relax, babe. If they do, then just call Uncle Tigger and I'll set them straight." He smirked across the table at me.
I forced a small smile back at him. It didn't reach my eyes, but it was a step forward.
"We missed you so much, baby girl-"
Tig was cut short by his phone ringing. He glanced at the number and grunted as he stood. "Stay here. I'll be right outside."
I nodded, picking up the still steaming cup of coffee in front of me as I watched him walk out to the lot. Surprisingly, no tears had fallen since I'd been with Tig this morning. I'm not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Was I closing off? Becoming numb and compartmentalizing? Or was I finally moving forward and healing?
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4 months later...
I sat on the rooftop of the clubhouse, the night dark except for the lights from the yard. I'd found this to be my escape when the parties got a little too claustrophobic. My personal vantage point where I could silently observe everyone.
I heard the hatch rattle and soon enough, EZ came to sit next to me.
I took one final drag off my cigarette and shoved the butt into my empty beer bottle, taking the fresh cold one EZ handed me.
"Bishop's looking for you."
I snorted. "He should know where I am by now, E." We clinked bottles "Salud."
He chuckled "He does. He sent me-"
"To come check on me" I finished his sentence, shaking my head. "I love the man, but he can be suffocating at times since..." I trailed off.
It had been 4 months since my worlds collided at the bonfire. Everything tilted after Happy had unexpectedly been at the clubhouse that night. Forcing my dark secrets into the light, resulting in a downward spiral in my head for a few weeks. After my recounting of the abuse and my attempted murder at the hands of Ryan, my father had damn near dragged me from Santo Padre. Bishop and him got into it, each coming away with sore jaws and bruised egos. I'd managed to convince my father to let me stay. I wasn't a child anymore, hadn't been for some time, and we agreed that Charming may not be safe just yet until we knew what or if Ryan would try and do anything. The Mayans were now my family too, and would go to the death for me...and as much as my father hated to admit it, he knew I'd be safest here. At least for a while.
A switch had flipped inside Bishop after that. While he assured me that nothing that had happened to me was my fault, it took a while to shake the thoughts from my head. But Bishop was always there with a comforting presence when my demons would surface.
Bishop was constantly at my side, and when he couldn't be, EZ was tasked as my shadow. I'd hated having a tail at first, but EZ and I quickly developed a sibling type relationship.
EZ sighed. "Yeah, but can you blame him?"
"No, I get it. It just gets too much at times and I need some space is all."
EZ held the bottle up, pausing before taking a drink. "Have you tried telling him that?"
I cocked my head, giving EZ a side glare silently saying 'really?'
He laughed. "Bish isn't the best at being told what to do."
I laughed lightly "Understatement of the decade."
I smiled to myself. As protective and somewhat overbearing as Bishop was at times, it came from a place of deep love, and I was grateful.
EZ and I fell into comfortable silence for a few moments before I took a breath, eyes locked on the small bonfire below. "Will you teach me to fight?"
EZ froze mid sip and lowered his beer as he looked over to me "What?"
I huffed out a breath and faced him. "Teach me to fight...box....spar, whatever you want to call it." I waved the beer bottle.
"No, I heard you. I just... I guess I expected someone would've taught you growing up..."
I looked down at my hands, picking at the label on the bottle "Never had the need.... until I did and I couldn't defend myself. I refuse to let that happen again. No matter what Bishop says or does, he won't be there at all times, and neither will you... I need this, E. Please."
He stared down at the fire for a moment, the flames dancing in his dark eyes before meeting my gaze and giving a small smile. "We'll start tomorrow."
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FIRST CHAPTER IS UP!!!!
1. a great day for freedom
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A RAVEN AMONG CROWS II: TAINTED WITH BLOOD AND SMOKE
Chapter 15: Low Hanging Fruit
Sydney and Tig continue to stumble their way through all of the truths that neither of them want to face, meanwhile Zobelle and his crew ramp up their tactics to takedown SAMCRO by proposing a tempting offer to the one man who wants them gone the most.
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TYRANTS | Chapter Eighteen - Tolerate It
WORD COUNT: 2.2k
WARNINGS: just some almost smut, strong language, jax and tig, the usual SOA shit. enjoy :)
And come morning, Tig's stomach was in knots.
It was a full-throated affliction. Like he had been struck with a machete, beaten and bludgeoned, left for dead in one of Charming's many arid backstreets as the perpetrator got away.
Only, the convoluted scenario that festered away inside of his brain was but a convoluted scenario. Something that he had spent hours curating, dwelling on while Isla had remained sound asleep and fastened to the left side of his chest, blissfully unaware of the way that her profession had rocked his entire fucking world.
He felt the walls of sanity collapse around him, the more he thought about what she had said. Like he was completely unable to uphold even a mask of lucidity, or something remotely reminiscent of calm.
And all he wanted to do was extrapolate his innermost thoughts to Isla, though he was certain she hadn't managed to cling to a single memory from the night before.
Partially because, had she recognized the weight of what she once blurted, she would have blushed her way through the morning and cringed all the way to the Clubhouse.
But she didn't do that. Any of that. And today, like most others, started with Isla in a very compromising position, and Tig's tongue anywhere but his own mouth.
"Don't be scared, baby. Ride it."
"But..." Isla shifted so that her legs were either side of Tig as she straddled him, feeling his cock hard beneath her. "But won't it hurt? Wouldn't you just rather regular sex—"
"Angel, listen to me." Calloused palms slid over her thighs, soothing gentle, concentric circles into the supple tan flesh that he couldn't seem to get enough of.
She was, objectively, perfect in every way.
"Isla." He said, watching her silently mull it over.
She let out a soft breath and nodded with a warm, completely comfortable smile. "I am. I'm listening."
Tig waited for a few moments, until her eyes had finally found his and her visible anguish had subsided, before making his next move.
"It's not gonna hurt me, alright?" He guaranteed, slowly veering himself down the bed until he was able to rest his head on the pillow that was once untouched. "If it hurt, I wouldn't have even suggested it."
"How do you know it's not gonna hurt? It's, like, my whole weight."
"I've done this before." Isla's eyebrow raised as he spoke, waiting for him to further build on his response. "Babe, seriously. Just sit on my face, and ride my tongue."
"Sit?"
He nodded.
"Like—like sit on your face? Don't you mean hover—"
"Stop." Irked, he plucked her from his lap and yanked her forward. Until she was situated atop his sternum.
Trembling.
"I said sit on my face. K? I don't mean hover. I don't mean holding off from putting your whole weight onto me. I said sit on my face, and ride my tongue. Now."
"Tig—"
"If you don't do it, I'm sure I can find another bitch with a crow tattoo that'd be more than happy to let me eat her pussy this morning—"
"Oh, wow." She cut him short, feeling her heart wrench inside of her chest.
It was a pain rooted in anger—fervor—as Isla saw nothing but a red hot rage. Blistering fury. Like the embers of resentment from last night hadn't quite burned out yet, and Tig's mindless riposte had ignited a fresh flicker of that same inimical passion.
And, truthfully, he didn't know why something so harsh had bled from his tongue in such a churlish manner. Because not even twenty-four hours ago he had professed his love for her, hadn't he?
Last night, while she was deluged in one of her most vulnerable states, Tig told her that he loved her and held her hair back as she threw up.
Idiot.
"That's all you really see me as, huh?" Isla spat, promptly peeling her frame away from him.
Like being stuck to Tig was the worst fucking thing she could've thought of.
"I'm just some bitch with a crow tattoo?" Affronted, she said. Isla slid off the bed and onto the freezing redwood floor of his dorm room. "If that's how you feel, then maybe you should go fuck Ima like Jax suggested—"
"Don't fucking do this, Isla!" He barked, sitting upright when she snatched her jeans from the ground. "Do not fucking go there. You know I can't stand that slut."
Indifferently, she shrugged.
As she shimmied back into her Levi's and fastened the zipper, Isla's focus was wholly laid upon trying to wrangle her boundless impenetrable thoughts before they began to sputter from her lips.
"I didn't mean to sound like such an asshole there, baby—"
She snorted.
Tig rubbed his lips together, watching her shrug on a crisp white bardot top with broderie anglaise detailing along the hem. He had to stifle a smile at the sight, actually.
"You can hate me all you want, but you know that I'm gonna have you speared on my cock when I get back from this run. 'Cus it always ends the same way."
"And you're so sure about that?" She said, fighting a stippling blush. "You're gonna be gone for, like, three days, Tig. That's plenty of time for me to think about what you just said."
"This is true." He nodded, getting out of bed. "But it's also plenty of time for you to think about how much groveling I can do to get back on your good side."
That unbelievably suggestive eyebrow raise had sent a scorching heat to her core. Isla's stomach flipped.
But she snapped herself out of it. Promptly remembering that he had, essentially, told her that he would have been willing to sleep with another woman when she didn't particularly feel like doing what he wanted.
And, once again, she glared at him like he made her sick.
"No amount of amazing sex is gonna make what you just said any better. You're gonna have to really fucking pull something outta the bag when you get home."
"Oh, trust me." He smirked. Wickedly. "I know exactly what I can pull outta my bag to impress you—"
"Don't." She held a finger up to silence him, grabbing her keys and sunglasses while he simply stayed grinning at her. "Just head out on this run, do what you've gotta do, keep yourself safe and your dick in your pants, and I'll see you when you roll back into Charming."
Tig smiled, bowing his head a little as he reached for his jeans.
"So, you'll be there when I get back?" He asked.
Isla nodded and slid on her black frames, hoping that her (kind of) better half didn't heed the way her lips began to contort into a small smile.
She pulled herself together and cleared her throat, nodding again.
"I'm always here when you lot get back." Tig opened his mouth to speak, but she silenced him once again. "I'm always here for my father and Jax."
And, with that, Isla wrenched the handle between her polished pink fingertips and pulled open the door. Leaving Tig absolutely dumbstruck as she sauntered away.
"Holy shit, man." He mumbled to himself, fighting with the slightly taught denim. "I love this woman."
—
"No fuckin' way." Jax snorted, flicking his cigarette butt to the ground. "No way am I gonna apologize to that—that psycho bitch. She tried to hit me—"
"She Did hit 'ya." Chibs corrected as he passed by, feeling Gemma's piercing glare burn holes into his silver hair. "Had it comin' though—"
"Fuck you."
Chibs chuckled, letting the left side of his lips curl upwards.
"Regardless of that." The matriarch said, side-eyeing the Scot. "You still provoked her, Jackson."
His eyes rolled.
"Now, I don't know what went on or what was said—'cus I wasn't there—but what I do know is that Isla is pissed off."
"When isn't she pissed off these days, ma?" He huffed out, plucking another Marlboro from the breast pocket of his kutte. "She's like a new person. Ever since..."
"Ever since Tara rocked up into Charming in those goddamn scrubs. I know." Gemma hissed, though managed to reign in any ill feeling she had for the doctor. "But can you blame her? She ran away from you and then came prancing back into your life like nothing happened."
"She didn't do that—"
"But, to Isla, it might look that way." Softly, she mentioned. "And because you don't make the effort to talk to your best friend anymore, she probably does feel like that's what's happening."
He was sick of this. Being dubbed the villain—the bad guy—for simply not having the time to converse with a woman that, truly, had no interest whatsoever in making small talk with him anymore.
Or, so he felt, anyway.
"The effort does work both ways, y'know?!" Jax snapped.
His mother was speechless.
Gemma's face fell while she tried to collect her thoughts, to compose even a hint of a response to such a riposte from the man that she made.
But now...Now it seemed as though his traits and attitude and just his demeanor had started to mirror Clay's, and Gemma was far from impressed that her impact had started to wear away from her son.
Turning into Clay was the very last thing that she wanted for John's boy.
"Christ, Jax. Now I can see why Isla avoids you like the goddamn plague." She asserted, taking a step back when she saw the blonde in question padding her way toward Chibs.
He'd never been so brash before. Not when it pertained to Isla Telford.
"Listen to me." Gemma grabbed at his arm, pulling him closer. "You either apologize to that girl and let this whole thing slide, or you keep her name out of your fucking mouth unless someone mentions her first. Got it?"
He scoffed, ignoring his mother's tight grip.
"She's not your kid, y'know that?"
"I know." Bluntly, she asserted, letting Jackson go. "But she's been more of a daughter to me than what you've been a son these last few years."
His face fell.
"Sort your shit out, Jax. Don't take it out on Isla."
Gemma turned on her heels and began walking toward Clay, ignoring the violent exhale of the man she had completely intentionally started to maim.
Much like how he hated being dubbed a villain, Jax Telled hated his mother turning against him...Choosing another's side.
But, it was Isla. And, to the club—to his mom—Isla couldn't do wrong.
She was perfect in their eyes. A complete angel. A gift from the Gods.
And he was absolutely fucking sick of it.
He was sick of her.
Jax didn't know exactly why he was so disgusted by the mere thought of his childhood best friend anymore, really. Because he didn't feel this way about Opie.
He didn't feel this way about all of the people he'd known the majority of his life.
But, right now, Isla boiled his fucking blood. The sight of her pissed him off more than he'd like to admit, and he hated it.
Resenting Chibs's daughter simply because his brain had trained him to, not so much down to a specific rhyme or reason.
And, really, if anybody should've despised a member of this "family", it should've been Isla loathing Jax.
He killed another man and forced that poor woman to dispose of his dead fucking body, no questions asked.
"Fuck this."
He grunted, throwing his roach to the ground and stamping it out with his sneaker. Jax sauntered over to the clubhouse.
"Isla!" He shouted out. Aggressively, actually.
Chibs lifted a brow, nodding toward the Vice President.
He thought it best to stick around. Just in case his daughter wanted to leather her comrade, more than anything else.
"Hey, Telford!" Jax yelled again, storming over to the duo. "You got something you wanna say to me?"
Isla had actually reached the end of her tether with the men of SAMCRO today. She was done.
She didn't fucking care. She didn't have it in her to care.
"Not particularly." She sighed. "But I suppose that you think I have, no?"
Jax glared at Chibs, but the Scot held it. He wasn't intimidated, nor was he particularly bothered. Much like his offspring.
"Alright." Isla rubbed her lips together. "Good luck for this ride, and I hope you don't crash and fucking die." She spat out, storming away toward the bar.
Isla turned around, walking backward for a second. "Good luck, dad. I'll see you later. Love you." She called.
Chibs blew her a kiss, she caught it, and continued stomping into the clubhouse.
He had raised a bitch, that was for sure. And everyone knew it.
"Isla--" Tig began.
"Fuck off." She barked. "Be safe today, but fuck off, seriously. I don't wanna talk to you, I don't wanna see you, and I really really don't wanna think about you until you roll back into Charming."
He nodded with a tight-lipped, stoic expression, and watched her hold back tears.
"I am really hurt, Tig. I think you know that."
"I know, baby, and I'm sorry--"
"If you were sorry then you wouldn't have said all that you fucking said." Despite her tone, she had managed to remain calm. "But it is what it is. And I'll be fine after we have this little bit of time apart."
He reached for her hand. "If that's what you need, then that's alright baby."
"Tig!" Clay yelled from the front door. "Come on, you jackass! We're not gonna make good time if you're yackin' here!"
"Yeah, I'm comin'!" He called back, not turning to see his superior. "I promise I'll be safe, but you gotta promise that you'll forgive me when I get back."
Isla stared at him blankly as he held her hand to his lips, and gave it a gentle peck.
"I don't expect you to forgive me right now. Just at some point. Okay?"
She nodded.
He dropped her hand, and kissed her cheek.
"See 'ya later, angel. Stay safe."
Isla nodded again. Smiling slightly. "You too. Make sure Jax is looked after."
"Will do."
Tig left her, making his way out of the bar and toward his bike.
There was nothing that Isla wanted more than to tell him that she loved him, but she couldn't. Not after this morning.
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Chibs Telford x OC Brianne O'Connor
Brianne O'Connor's life takes a thrilling turn when she becomes entwined with the infamous Charming's Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club. Amidst the brotherhood, she finds an unexpected connection with the charismatic Scottish member, Chibs. As their bond deepens, Brianne starts to believe in a chance at happiness, until her haunting past resurfaces, threatening to shatter her newfound peace. But it is revealed that the Sons' loyalty and protectiveness run deep, and they're ready to stand against any danger to safeguard what they hold dear.
The Crimson Horizon masterlist:
Prologue/Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Fanfic edits:
Fanfic edit #1
Fanfic edit #2
Chibs edit - not mine! credits to the owner!
Note #1 Brianne's faceclaim is changed to Rachelle Lefevre
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Meet the Reaper 25
Alrighty. Here's the next bit. Another bit of filler, but it also gives a little more information on how the club has planned to take care of Megan in everything they can.
Do not copy or steal my work. This is the only place it's posted. Do not translate my work. Please DO reblog it. Our fandom is still active, but we're quiet. Let's make them a little less so.
Warnings: slight suggestive material. I don't remember cursing in here but I probably did. More foreshadowing, but it's my favorite literary device so you might as well get used to it.
OH! I also have a poll up about Mayans villains. Go check it out.
Back at the clubhouse, Megan grinned as she saw Tía Diana and Tessa waiting on the porch. Marcus laughed as he dismounted his bike, only to discover Tessa was headed for the Mustang to meet her prima. Taza grinned too. “We’re chopped liver as long as the princessas are together, Padrino.”
He smiled as Diana came to greet him with a kiss. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way, Brother.”
They spent a low key night in the clubhouse watching -mostly- kid safe movies. Megan and Tessa curled together on a couch with snacks as the men unwound by playing pool or just hanging out. By the time Diana and Marcus were ready to head back to Bishop’s for the night, the girls were fast asleep, curled together like puppies with Rex.
Hank chuckled and pulled out his phone to snap a picture. “That’s another one for her wall…”
Taza grinned. “I agree, ‘mano.” He looked to Marcus. “You sure you want to wake her? She could stay at the ranch for the night and give you two a night to yourself.”
Diana smiled. “Sorry, Taza. We’re going to head out early. Tessa has missed enough school already.”
He shrugged and grinned. “Well - I tried.”
Marcus chuckled a bit. “And we appreciate the thought,” he said before moving to gently wake Tessa.
As soon as Tessa moved when Marcus shook her gently, Megan’s eyes popped open and she was reaching for her holster.
“Easy, Poquito. Just me,” he soothed. “Time for Tessa and Diana to head out.”
Megan blinked rapidly to clear the sleep from her eyes and then relaxed. “Sorry Tío. Habit.”
He smiled and smoothed a hand over her hair. “You’re okay Bebita.” He tried again to wake Tessa only to be greeted by a whine as she buried her face in Megan’s hoody on her good side more.
Bishop laughed around the cigar he was smoking. “Looks like she’s officially out for the count, Primo.”
Megan smiled ruefully and squeezed her cousin a little tighter for a moment. “Are you guys leaving in the morning, Tía?” she asked without looking up.
“Sí. Time for the tiny princessa to go back to school.” Diana leaned over the back of the couch to press a kiss to the back of Megan’s head. “We’ll call from the road so that you two can make plans, okay?”
“Okay,” she smiled sleepily up at her aunt. “Be safe.”
Marcus scooped Tessa up and smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Poquito,” he promised as they headed out the door.
Chibs smiled at Megan from his barstool. “I do believe tha’s my que too, Princess. We’ll head back tomorrow too - but not early.” Tig and Venus had already slipped out earlier in the night. He stood and came to offer Megan a smile. “See ya tomorrow, Lass.”
“Night. Ride safe, Chibs.”
Back at the ranch after showers all around, they gathered in the living room to decompress a bit more. Hank had Megan sitting between his knees so that he could brush her hair out for her before bed while Taza relaxed in the recliner.
“That was a good catch today, Chica. What gave them away?” Taza asked.
Megan shrugged as well as she could. “They were just too interested in us to be bystanders. We always draw attention, but not like that. And then the lady showed up on that balcony and it didn’t feel right. I figured being the bubbly tourist was the safest bet. Worst case - they were L.O. and Adelita would laugh at me.”
Hank pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Either way, it was brilliant. Now - we just need to figure out who they actually were.”
Taza sighed and rubbed his face tiredly. “Most likely they were either feds or they belong to Galindo. Either one would have reason to have us followed.”
“If they were Galindo’s, they weren’t any that Luisa recognized,” Megan supplied. “She didn’t know their faces.”
“Most likely feds then. We’ll have to be extra careful about tails while Galindo is tied to them,” Hank mused as he continued to run the brush through Megan’s dark hair. “And you -” he tugged he head back to look at him. “You never carry contraband. Never. Don’t even touch it.” He kissed her forehead. “The rest of us can handle it.”
Taza nodded in agreement. “And if we’re ever caught - you know nothing about what we do. You play dumb. We’re just a M.C. Women in our world are never given details so they likely won’t think you have any. As far as the feds are concerned - you’re a cute mascot.”
Megan grimaced, but nodded. “I understand, Papa.”
“Good.” Hank looked at Taza. “And if we are caught and she’s with us - the lawyers go to Megan first. I don’t care how many of us are caught. We would have each other’s backs inside. She’d be alone.”
Taza nodded again. “That instruction has already been given, brother. Bishop and I handled it with the lawyers the other day.”
“And on that cheerful note - Bedtime,” Hank joked. “C’mon mi princessa. You’ve had a long day. Let’s go to bed.
Megan smiled and stood to go claim a cuddle from Taza. “Night Papa.”
“Sweet dreams, Sweet Chica. Maybe in the morning we can make sure your saddle fits like it should. You can’t ride, but we can fit it at least.” He kissed her forehead softly and smiled at the excited little noise that Megan gave.
Once in the bedroom with Rex in his dog bed, Hank watched Megan carefully for signs of pain. “How was it today, mi reina? I’m sorry I didn’t think to send your meds with Taza.”
Megan put her hair brush down on her dressing table and smiled at him in the mirror. “I was okay. The pain wasn’t anything like before when I wasn’t taking the pain relief.” She turned and moved to stand between his knees where he was perched on his footlocker at the end of the bed.
His hands automatically went to her waist where he could slip his thumbs under her sleep shirt to stroke her skin. “I’m glad. I worried all day, but Bishop said Taza would call if you needed them. We didn’t want to interrupt your fun if you really were alright.” He smiled. “Did you enjoy the fair?”
“We had lots of fun with the games. Papa won me a duckie. He’s in the car.”
Hank laughed. “He said you kicked ass at the shooting games though.”
Megan grinned at him and bit her bottom lip. “Maybe a little. There are more prizes with the duck in the trunk.”
He kissed her softly. “That’s mi reina.” He moved her back gently so that he could pull off his shirt and crawl into bed so that she could snuggle back against his chest the way she liked. Once they were settled he frowned a little. “I wish I could have gone to the rodeo with you. Taza said it was eye opening for him. I can only imagine what it would be like for me. I’ve never even been on a horse, let alone rode in anything like that.”
She looked up at him over her shoulder. “Really? Never?”
“Not in my memory. You’ll have to teach me to ride if you want me to go with you on the horses.”
She smiled a little and yawned as she snuggled closer. He draped his arm over her waist to hold her good hand and cradled her as close as he could. “I can do that. You’d do well with Trucker, I think. He’s big enough for you. And Papa says he’s steady. He didn’t even spook when he met Rex the first time. I think you’ll be okay on him.”
Hank chuckled. “Which one do you think you’ll ride most?” he asked curiously.
“Papa says Rocket. He’s the fastest. Sugar is sweet, but she’s slow and a little lazy. And Trucker and I would be okay, but with his size I’d look like an ant riding an elephant. He’s too wide for me to ride for any real length of time properly.” She closed her eyes and Hank moved to turn off the lamp that was their only light before settling back in to hold her. Megan yawned again. “Papa also said something about buying me a cutting horse to compete again. It might be fun to finally have my very own horse… To know that it was mine…”
Hank smiled as he listened to her drift off before he closed his eyes to join her.
The next morning, Hank woke up as Megan tried to sneak out of bed. Just before she got to the edge of the bed, he grabbed her gently and pulled her back in close. “Morning, Princessa. Where you going?” he asked with a rumble.
Megan jumped a little and giggled as she realized what was happening. She relaxed back into his bare chest easily. “Morning, Baby. I was going to TRY to get breakfast ready before you woke up.”
He smiled and nuzzled her neck, placing kisses on her skin. “Mmm but I like making breakfast with you.” His hands wandered a little, stroking the skin of her abdomen and hips.
“Mm. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to spoil you once in a while.” She melted, enjoying the feeling of his mouth and calloused hands on her skin. She pressed her hips back against his with a tiny whine.
He grinned and nibbled gently at the hinge of her jaw. “This is spoiling me, mi reina. How’s your pain level this morning?”
She shivered pleasantly and pressed entirely against him, feeling him hardening the more she wriggled. “A little achy, but not bad. I really think I could drop the sling…”
He pressed his whole hand below her navel with a chuckle. “Easy, Princessa. Don’t start that unless you want teased back.” He laughed again at the whine she let out. “Let me see if we can get you in to the doctor in Santa Madre today. You may be right about the sling.”
They both looked up as Taza knocked on the door frame of the cracked open door. “What might she be right about?”
“Good morning, Papa,” Megan said with a smile. “I was telling Hank that I think I’d be okay without the sling.”
Taza stepped inside and frowned. “You shouldn’t push yourself, Chica…”
“I know, Papa, but the pain is so much better without the cast. I went all day without pain relief yesterday and I’m not really hurting this morning either.” She smiled and wiggled until Hank released her so that she could sit up.
Hank pushed himself up to sit against the headboard and hastily arranged the blankets before he smiled. “I told her that we’d get the doc’s opinion in Santa Madre with an x-ray.”
“They said three weeks at the hospital and the Rez doctor said you weren’t healed enough to be without the sling yet…” Taza fretted.
“That was with the plaster cast, though. The soft cast is so much lighter and without my muscles spasming like they were I’ve felt so much better…”
Hank smiled as he watched Megan weedle her father. “An x-ray with the doc won’t do any harm, Taz. If she needs to stay in the sling, then she stays in the sling. But you know it’s driving her batshit.”
Taza winced. “Fine. Make the call.” He moved to sit in Megan’s reading chair. “You call. I’ll help Megan if she needs it.”
Hank smiled and nodded before pressing a kiss to the back of Megan’s head and going to the living room for his burner phone.
Megan smiled. “Can you braid my hair for me, Papa? I can get dressed after.”
“Of course, Chica. What are we doing today?”
A short while later, Taza and Megan exited the bedroom to find Hank sitting at the table on the phone. He was speaking Spanish as he absently rubbed Rex’s ears.
Without pausing, Megan pressed a kiss to his still sleep ruffled hair and went to the stove to start the coffee. Taza leaned in the doorway and watched as he held in a chuckle. Megan’s back was to Hank so she didn’t catch the double take he gave or notice him lose track of the conversation since it was in Spanish.
Taza had braided Megan’s hair into her tight warrior braids and then sat back as she fussed a bit over what to wear. Eventually, she’d settled on a white racerback tank top and her light washed skinny jeans that looked like the distressing machine had gone completely apeshit on them. She was completely covered, but it was also tighter than she normally wore. She had all plans of putting her leather jacket under her kutte the way Chibs did before they left the house.
Taza gave Hank a moment to allow his brain to reboot before he joined him at the table and jokingly threw a napkin in front of his brother. Hank shot him a glare before quickly wrapping up his call. He cleared his throat a bit. “All ready, Princessa?”
Megan finished setting up the percolator and turned to smile at them. “Yeah. Were you able to get an appointment.
The men looked at each other and chuckled. “We don’t need an appointment, Chica. We just needed to be sure the doctor would be in town. He sometimes has out of town deliveries to make,” Taza explained.
Hank grinned. “But, yes, mi amore, I got in touch. He’s in town today and we can see him whenever.”
“Oh good. I really want my arm back.”
Taza smiled. “We know, but you still will be limited with the soft cast.”
“But without the sling I can ride with y’all again. Or even drive my car.” She grinned. “And I can go back to work at the bar.”
Hank shook his head, grinning ruefully. “True enough, mi reina.” He stood. “I’ll go get dressed.” He winked at her. “Looks like we’re going South today.”
Taza and Megan made a quick breakfast og burritos while Hank changed. By the time they were all done eating, all three of their phones went off. Megan was closest and checked hers. “Templo tonight. Angel and EZ are headed South today too, so we’ll meet for an update after that. Also - Tía Diana left a text to say that they started back before sunrise this morning.”
Taza paused from loading the dishwasher and grabbed his. “The Scot says they’re leaving in about an hour. Want to stop by the clubhouse and say goodbye, Chica?”
“Yes, please. That means Venus is leaving too,” she said with a smile.
They gathered their gear and donned their kuttes before heading out to meet everyone at the clubhouse.
Hank kept a close eye on Megan on the way over, to see if she was having any anxiety over so many people leaving. She seemed to be calm and collected, but he kept a hand on her knee when he wasn’t shifting gears just in case.
Angel was the one who rolled open the gate for them to the clubhouse, but by the look of the pit - everyone was there. The Sons were standing on the porch in what looked like last discussions of plans with Bishop and Marcus. Once they got parked, Hank came around to open Megan’s door for her so that she and Rex could get out. He started towards the porch, but realized that Megan seemed to be lingering by the car as she fussed with Rex’s harness.
“All good, mi princessa?” he asked quietly.
Megan shot him a smile. “All good. Just don’t want to interrupt business…”
Hank grinned as Taza joined them. “Mi reina - you’re an officer. No business that you don’t know about.” Taza smiled too as realization passed over Megan’s face and she looked a bit sheepish.
“Ooops. I keep forgetting,” she grinned.
Taza laughed. “You��ll get there, Chica. C’mon. I know you want to say goodbye to Venus.”
They joined the group just as they stepped off the stairs.
“Well, good morning to you, Little Bit. Come to see us off?” Tig asked, ginning at her as his eyes lingered a little too long on her tight jeans that were just brushing the tops of her biker boots.
Venus smacked him in the stomach with the back of her hand before turning her own attention to Megan. “Good morning, Sweetheart. Feeling alright?” she asked, stepping forward for a hug.
Megan hugged the tall woman back. “Good morning. I’m fine. Not hurting as much. We’re actually going to see a doctor today about maybe being able to drop the sling.”
“Oh good. You let me know what they say. We’ll be on the bike, but I’ll text at rest stops.” She pulled back to smile at the younger woman and straightened the girl’s necklace for her.
“I will. I’ll miss you,” Megan said quietly.
“Psh. I’m only a phone call away. Call me anytime and I’ll start driving, Honey.”
Megan hugged her again. “Ride safe and say hello to Happy for me.” She grinned at Tig over Venus’s shoulder. “And you need to stop being lazy in the ring. It’s just making it harder on you.”
Tig laughed. “Oh. She bites this morning. When you’re all healed up, we’ll see who’s lazy in the ring.”
Chibs stepped forward. “It’ll still be you, Tiggy,” he drawled with a wink at Megan. “This lass’ll be a proper fighter.” He offered Megan a hug which she took. “We’ll be down in style for tha’ big party soon enough. Keep ya’self safe til’ then, alrigh’?”
Megan squeezed him around the middle gently. “I’ll be alright. Ride safe, Chibs.”
“You too, Lass.”
With a few final goodbyes, SAMCRO mouthed their bikes and headed back North.
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Misdirection
Happy Lowman & Daughter OC Scarlett Lowman
From these August Prompts: Misdirection
A/N: Forgot to post yesterday, so here's yesterday's August fic!
Words: 1.9k
Warnings: Angsty. Mentions of hospitalization, hurt, broken arm, worry, etc.
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“Scar.” Happy’s voice rarely sounded worried, unsure, or defeated but right now it was a mix of all 3.
“What’s wrong?” She knew to ask immediately.
“It’s Lex. She got hurt at the clubhouse.” Now that was a typical Happy response, little information, but just enough detail to have Scarlett’s heart drop to her stomach.
“What happened? Where is she?” Scarlett was grabbing her keys, eager to get wherever her daughter was.
“We’re at St. Thomas, Tara’s got her, she’s checking her out.” Happy said that as if that was going to solve everything, like that would make his daughter's anxiety completely disappear.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Dad.” She was now leaving in the middle of her shift at work, no notice, just calling out to one of her server friends that she needed her to cover her tables.
Scar was going to stay on the phone, pressure Happy for more information but she knew it’d be a waste and just get her worked up more so she hung up. She began speeding down the Charming roads on her way to St. Thomas, cutting through backroads and shortcuts, anything to cut down on the ETA. She didn’t bother parking, she handed the keys to valet and knew she’d make Happy pay for it.
Before she could make it to the front desk she ran into Jax, literally.
“Oh shit, my bad, Scar.” Jax steadied her.
“Where’s my kid, Jax?” Her hands practically threw Jax’s off of hers.
“Woah, relax, she’s up in pediatrics, Tara’s checkin’ her out.” Jax spoke like it wasn’t a big deal, like he wouldn’t rip down walls and bulldoze over people for his kids.
“Don’t tell me to fuckin’ relax, Jax. What the fuck happened?”
“She climbed on top of the playset, jumped down, fucked her arm up. Pretty gnarly jump for a kid her age.” Jax was smiling again like this wasn’t the most serious situation to Scarlett.
“You saw her?” The rage was about to be pouring out of Scarlett.
“Yea a group of us were by the garage, when it happened.” Jax was so oblivious to what was happening.
“None of you said anything? Told the fuckin’ kid to– I don’t know– maybe not do that? Jesus, are you all so far up your own asses? Do you not get what the fuck could of happened, or did happen, I don’t even know because no one is telling me anything!”
“Hey,” Jax held up his hands and stepped back. “We all called out, Happy was right there telling her not to do it but she didn’t listen, must be a Lowman family trait.” Jax’s eyebrows raised as he referred to Scarlett. “If it was super serious I wouldn’t be here bullshitting with you, I would be up there with everyone else waiting for you. So don’t misdirect your anger on me.”
“Get out of my way.” Scarlett was pushing past Jax.
As Scarlett entered the pediatric wing she saw Gemma, Bobby, Tig, and Happy.
“What room is she in?” Scarlett wasn’t in the mood to have another ‘bullshitthing’ conversation with anyone.
“201.” Gemma was immediate to answer, understanding what Scar was going through, mother to mother.
Scarlett was moving quick past the waiting room and down the hall in search of the room so she could find relief or some sort of answers. She stopped in her tracks when she saw her daughter with a bandage wrapped around her arm, her face was stained with tears but currently her face was all smiles. There were so many things floating in Scarlett’s head right now as she stared through the window of the room Lex was in. Her baby was okay, she was hurt, but she was there smiling and okay. But that guilt was still eating her alive.
“Hey, she’s alright.” Tara’s voice alerted her to turn around and face the doctor. “Her arm is broken, we’d describe it as an acute fracture, she’ll wear a cast for a month and then a split, but it’ll fully recover, no surgery needed.”
Scar let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you so much, can I go in and see her?” She was turning her head and already starting to go into the room.
“We still need a couple more x-rays just so we can see progress as time passes with the cast and splint.” Tara explained hoping that Scarlett would get it.
“Alright, I’ll wait out with the club, you’ll find me when I can see her?” Scarlett sounded eager.
“Right away.” Tara smiled and touched the side of Scarlett’s arm before moving into Lex’s room.
Scar knew standing there and watching from afar would be tortuous so she quickly moved back to the waiting room. For a few moments she stood back, looking at everyone in the room but specifically her father. Happy was nervously standing against the wall where the waiting room began to open up. Nervous was a feature that Happy didn’t show very often. To be fair, he wasn’t showing it too much, but Scarlett clocked it right away. The stoic face had more of a frown to it, and his leg was lightly tapping up and down, he had his eyes focused on one spot on the floor, he was fixated on it probably thinking about all the potential possibilities, all the things that could have happened mixed with the anger that there was nothing to do, no one to blame, no one to fight to get payback unless he was going to punch the play set to pieces.
Scarlett knew exactly what he was thinking because when she broke her arm when she was just slightly older than Lex, Happy went and threatened the parent of the kid who pushed her off the gym stage. It took 30 minutes of her begging for him not to threaten the child themselves before she negotiated him down to ‘talking’ to the parents. She should have known better, even at that age.
“She’s gonna be fine.” Scar reached her hand up and touched Happy’s shoulder.
His gaze immediately broke and turned to his daughter. “Can we see her?”
“Not yet. Tara’s doing more x-rays, progress shots. She’ll be in a cast for a bit.” Scar’s hand was still resting on her father’s shoulders.
“You’re not mad. I thought you’d be mad.” Happy said now standing up straight and staring down at her.
“I was mad. You’re lucky I ran into Jax down the hall first, I yelled at him and now I feel better.” She smiled.
“I told her not to jump.” Happy still had his stoic face on.
“What can I say, she gets her listening skills from you.” She pushed her hand against his shoulder before letting him go.
“She gets that daredevil spirit from you.” Happy turned a smirk now.
“And I wonder where I got that from.” Her eyes rolled and she turned to the other people who had begun approaching. Bobby, Tig, and Gemma. “She’s alright, gonna have a cast, that she’s probably going to ask all of you to sign, so please no inappropriate shit. Or cursing. Or SOA colors or markers please.” Her eyes moved to Tig specifically.
“Why are you lookin' at me?”
“Because when she asked you to sign her field trip form you signed it with the anarchy A.” Scarlett crossed her arms. Everyone turned to look at Tig as if to ask that was seriously what he did.
“It makes the A in trager look better, what can I say.” He shrugged.
Before anyone could answer, a little voice was getting louder from down the hall.
“Mommy! Mommy!”
Scarlett turned around and squatted to be eye level with her little girl. “Hey baby!”
“Look I broke my arm!” She was grinning from ear to ear despite the tears being stained on her face. It was such a Lowman thing to do. “Its pretty cool, right?”
Scarlett was going to answer, but it truthfully wasn’t the right time to reprimand her, she had been through enough and she’d talk to her at home about listening and making better decisions. “The coolest, but I’m just glad you’re okay. I was scared.”
“So was Pops.” Lex pointed to Happy. “Pops, look at my cast! They let me draw on it and look I did a smiley like the tattoos you and the one mom has!” She raised her arm to Happy.
The silence between everyone was very prominent, the tension rose. Some eyes looked over at eachother, some looked at Scarlett to guage her response, guage Happy’s. Tig was the first one to speak with humor in his voice, a shrug falling off his shoulders and the sentence he spoke earned him a look from everyone.
“Well at least it wasn’t one of us that did something inappropriate.”
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Lost and Found Chapter 1
This is a twisting tale of love, family and loyalty told through present tense and flashbacks.
Trigger Warnings: General themes of the show( death, violence, drinking etc), Minors DNI, implied sexual assault in later chapters.
Jax sat at Opie’s grave site thinking on his actions the last few months. In his need for vengeance he had put so many of those he called family in harm’s way because he hadn’t wanted to believe the truth. He sighed his soul and mind heavy.
“I wish you were here brother. You always knew how to reset me” stated Jax as he cleaned the rings on top of the head stone. The cool morning breeze caused a piece of pink paper to flutter on a bouquet of black roses that were in a vase that sat attached to the headstone. Jax recognized the writing as his baby sisters and the pain in his heart deepened. “I see Scar’s been here recently” stated Jax as he gently took the note off the flowers to read it.
Hey Op,
I miss you every day. I’ve never felt as lonely as I do now. Trying to stay strong and believe that everything will fall back in place like you would tell me…..but it’s hard. I wish Jax would see the truth but I fear Clay’s corruption has infected him and it’s too late.
Love Scar-
“Last time I saw her she had a shotgun in her hands and I still don’t know why she didn’t pull that trigger. After what I did everyone would have understood” stated Jax as he thought back to that day a few weeks ago at the clubhouse. The day that changed his relationship with his sister forever.
Flashback
Jax had just adjourned the club meeting when he heard one of the new prospects shout before the chapel doors slammed open. Every man in that room had been shocked at the sight and that allowed his sister Scarlett Rose Teller to hop onto the table and shove a shotgun into Jax’s chest. Jax would never forget the fiery rage in her brown eye nor the haunting, icy sadness that shown from her blue one that matched his own perfectly. Jax put his hands up in surrender before speaking quietly. “He was a traitor Scar. He hurt the club” Jax had calmly stated never taking his eyes off hers.
“No. He was not a traitor and he never meant to hurt the club. Everything he did was to protect the club, his family and me” she had spat before unleashing a rant about traitors and throwing the Donna situation in Tigs face before storming out of his life.
Flashback Ending
“I suspect I’ll be seeing you soon brother” stated Jax as he kissed the tombstone before getting up and walking to his bike.
Stockton
“What did you tell your girl?” inquired Ron Tully as Juice got on his bunk and curled up facing the wall. “Told her I was taking her off my visitor list” replied Juice his voice cracking as he tried to keep the tears at bay. He loved her so much and had struggled with this, seeing pain cross her face that he had caused tore him up. He had always promised her he would never hurt her and he felt like he had broken that promise. He also knew that she understood it wasn’t because he didn’t love her or want her to visit, but that he wanted her to get used to life without him before it was permanent. Jax had been clear a few days ago that he would never leave this place and that he had taxed Juices cell mate Tully to take his life.
Jax’s House
“Hey Kiddo” greeted Jax in surprise as he noticed his sister on his porch. “I want you to know I hate you and I always will” started Scarlett her voice shaking as tears poured down her face. “I know. Juice didn’t say it aloud but I know what you have done. That you made a decision for the club without a vote, ordered a members death.” Continued Scarlett her whole body shaking now.
“Scar…please. I never meant for you to be hurt” started Jax as he moved closer to hug her.
“Don’t touch me” growled Scar as she moved back away from him. “You knew me being hurt would be the outcome no matter what. You had the choice though on how much and obviously you don’t care. You’re a monster just like Clay” she finished before moving off to her car and speeding off.
Jax closed his eyes to his own tears before going inside.
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Summary: Tig messes up and hurts the one he cares about
Word count: 458
Pairing: Tig Trager x OC (can be read as xreader little to no description)
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Swing and a miss
You were drinking with Tig at some random run-down bar just outside of Bakersfield.
When the next thing you know you are standing in the middle of a huge bar fight. Of course, Tig is right in the middle of it.
As the fight was calming down you went up to Tig as he was about to take a swing at a boy, no older than 15, as you grabbed his arm, he took a swing at you which connected right in-between your eyes. The impact of the punch made you fall flat on your ass and made you grab your nose frozen in shock.
After this the entire room fell silent, everyone just waiting to see what would happen next. Tig was absolutely horrified at what he had just done. His face immediately paled, and his body failed him, he wanted to run over and hold you, but all he could do was stare at you with a guilt-ridden face. It was left to Juice to pull you up and back onto your feet. after he inspected your, now blood covered, nose and chin he gently corralled you into one of the bathrooms away from prying eyes.
The moment you were behind the door the bar erupted into loud accusations of whose fault it was, but Tig could not hear any of them he was still in shock. He hit you. He actually just hit you. What has he done? He could not lose you. As he slowly came back to reality everyone else had stopped their arguments and were all just staring at him.
Chibbs was the first to approach Tig “you alright mate?”
No words left Tigs mouth he just slowly shook his head with a look of pain on his face. What the fuck was wrong with him why does he mess up everything good in his life?
A few minutes pass you and juice still haven't left the bathroom. He desperately wants to go in and see if you were okay but he didn’t know if you wanted to be anywhere near him right now...god he feels like shit how could he be so careless around you he should have stayed out of the stupid fight which was over nothing and stayed by your side to make sure you were safe, instead he was he let his petty rage take over him.
By now everyone was just sat at the bar giving tig a hard time, joking about how much trouble he was going to be in and that they didn’t want to be him...
Tig was not looking forward to the argument that was sure to unfold the moment you step out of the bathroom he was dead, and he knew it.
#sons of anarchy x reader#sons of anarchy#tig trager#tig trager x reader#tig trager x OC#sons of anarchy x oc#sons of anarchy oneshot#Alexander 'Tig' Trager
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There's going to be a bit of space between updates for Scars Remain at the moment. I run my own small business and have to attend to orders and inventory. I will update as I can! I've gotten everyone from the comments into a tag list, and I'm working on creating a masterlist link so all fics are easy to locate and keep track of for you all!
I'm beyond thrilled to be writing again. The enthusiasm shown for this fic so far has been heartwarming to say the least!
I'll also be posting a prompt request list for short imagines/one shots for MAYANS & SOA characters soon as well!
Thank you all so much! I can't wait to continue writing for you all!
~ Shannon
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NEW BOOK!!!!
Fallen Star • tig trager
"𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑰 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕"
It was impossible not to fall for him. He was everything she could have wanted and more. Her heart had belonged to him for years whether she liked to admit it or not. And maybe coming back home was all it took for her to realize it. Or maybe she had known it all along.
tig trager x female original character
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A RAVEN AMONG CROWS: TAINTED WITH BLOOD AND SMOKE (Season 2) CHAPTER 11 (AO3) (Wattpad) (FF.net)
Masterlist
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Hey so I know it’s been years lmao but I found the trailer @tiggys-bitch made for our fic Highway to Hell, so I’m going to post it because it’s amazing.
#soa#soa fanfic#chibs telford x oc#tig x oc#sons of anarchy#samcro#jax teller#tig trager#chibs telford#sons of anarchy fanfic
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🇹🇭🇪 🇨🇷🇮🇲🇸🇴🇳 🇭🇴🇷🇮🇿🇴🇳
Chibs Telford x OC Brianne O'Connor
Warnings: violence, guns,
The Crimson Horizon Masterlist
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Chapter Eight
Life had been kind to Brianne from the moment she impulsively decided to save Chibs, Tig, and Bobby. It was the best decision of her life, now that she looked back, whether or not it was impulsive. Now, five months into her relationship with Chibs, she had been ecstatic. She was riding with the boys, getting more important assignments as the months drew closer and closer to the one-year mark. She had formed good friendships with everyone around, except for Wendy. Speaking off, Jax and Wendy decided to end things, but then Wendy came forward and announced that she was pregnant. However, Jax still things it's not gonna work out between them so he allowed her to stay at their previously shared house and he was spending his nights at the Clubhouse.
Brianne and Chibs' relationship, however, had been smooth sailing. They had taken it slow for the first month, but then something between them shifted and suddenly they were spending nights at each others' places, even for a few nights in a row. Chibs almost had all his stuff at Brianne's apartment at this point. She didn't complain, she loved having him there as much as possible. To fall asleep while he was holding her, then waking up in his arms – it was a dream come true.
They had become the hot topic when it came to teasing, though. And their number one bully? Tig freaking Trager. He was not letting go of the fact that he slept with Brianne before she and Chibs got together and now he's using any chance he could get to mess with the Scotsman. For that one time Brianne was touching up her bike, trying to fix a minor issue. Chibs was by her side, guiding her through the process, explaining which part of the machinery did what and what she needed to look out for. Neither of them noticed Tig and Juice entering. „What are you now, some motorcycle expert or something?" Tig had said jokingly, looking at Brianne.
„She's got some serious skills for this. Quick learner." Chibs shot him a wary smile, hoping that was the end of it. Brianne smiled at the compliment, looking over her handy work.
Tig snickered and Brianne knew right away that he was about to shoot one of his lame jokes. „She's got other skills you're enjoying too, right?" She looked at Tig just in time to see him wiggle his eyebrows suggestively at Chibs and Juice laughing beside him. She rolled her eyes playfully, although she was used to his teasing by now.
„Just let me work on my bike in peace, bastard." She had said, feeling Chibs' supporting hand patting her shoulder.
Being a Prospect for these idiots wasn't easy. Half-Sack got the short end of the stick when it comes to that though. Sometimes she felt sorry for the fella, but there was nothing she could do about it. If she tried to defend him, they would turn their attention to her and start their usual teasing. All in good fun, of course.
Peace doesn't last long though. She wasn't aware of it, but Brianne's past was slowly catching up to her during those few blissfull months, and soon it would finally catch her. That day was scheduled for one of their meetings with Laroy, they have all been gathered at the Clubhouse for a breakfast that Gemma had prepared. They had to collect guns and then transport them straight to Laroy today. Brianne loved it when it was just them, no croweaters, no other charters (although she had nothing against any other charter at this point, they all had to accept her as a Prospect and they did, Clay made sure of that), but it was something special when it was just them. Until it all came crashing down. Gemma had just cleared the table, with the help of the Prospects, when some unfamiliar men burst through the room.
They all had them at gun point and there was no time for any of them to pull out their guns. So they were at the mercy of these people. Brianne's breath stopped midway when she noticed their uniforms. The very familiar logo that she grew up with. Then their leader entered. She felt as if the floor opened, sucking her into the dark hole. They found her. It was all over. The Shadow Hand had arrived. As Declan O'Rourke stood in front of her, smirking, she knew there was no getting out of this alive.
„What a lovely little situation we've got ourselves in here," Declan was looking around the Clubhouse until his eyes landed on Brianne. „Isn't that right Bri?" The Sons looked at each other in confusion. Just who was this guy and how did he know Brianne? „You've got yourself quite a life here in Charming. Shame that it must come to an end."
Brianne clenched her fists, this was not the time to go all soft. She had to protect her club. „I'm afraid yer wrong," She spoke sternly. Chibs watched her focused glare, she seemed different. Like a switch was turned on and she was a different person than she was a few minutes ago. „Ye've got no business here, leave or I'll make ye leave."
Declan laughed suddenly, a sound that sent shivers down her spine. „You were our best operative, Brianne. You know too much, and you've become a liability. You can't just walk away." The truth hurts. She did know too much, but she hadn't been a threat in over four years, why would she risk everything she acquired here, just to spite the organization?
She wasn't that stupid, even they had to know it. „I left that life behind," She spoke. „I won't go back."
Declan chuckled darkly. „Oh, sweetheart, there's no escape from the Shadow Hand. You know that better than anyone." When she didn't budge, he looked around, nodding at his men. Suddenly all the guns were pressed on the back of Sons' heads, even Gemma wasn't spared from that fate. Brianne's demeanor wavered slightly at the sight of her family being put in that position. She whipped out her gun and aimed it at Declan's head. He, in turn, aimed his at Chibs. „Tell you what, you come with us peacefully and I don't blow a hole into his head. Would be a shame if your handsome Scotty died right here, wouldn't it?" Declan watched as Brianne was struggling with her options. He spoke again. „Or you could kill me, but then my men would kill every one of them," He was motioning around at all the faces she grew to love. „You can't save them all in time-„
„Alright!" Brianne shouted, easing the grip on her gun and slowly putting it down. „I'll go with you. Just don't hurt anyone." Declan jerked his head in her direction silently, putting down his gun. The two men, who had their guns aimed at Gemma and Tig, instantly grabbed her by her arms and began pushing her out the door. She didn't have any courage to look at her friends, especially not Chibs. She had messed up by letting herself settle down in the small town of Charming and almost had people she cared about killed. Now she had to pay for her mistakes. But at least they will all survive, she told herself. Her heart sank as the men led her through the Clubhouse door and towards the two vans waiting for her. She couldn't believe she had let her guard down after almost five years of freedom, and put the people she cared about in danger – and the man she loved with all her heart. She turned her head towards the Clubhouse one more time and locked eyes with Chibs. As soon as her eyes met hers, he tried to reach her, but Tig and Juice held him back.
„Let her go, ye bastards!" He shouted. Her heart broke at the anger and desperation in his voice. At that point, the Shadow Hand's men were already loading into the vans one by one and the Sons were standing outside of their Clubhouse, still as confused as ever.
„Don't try to follow us," Declan warned. „Or I really will blow a hole in Telford's head." He turned to Brianne, forcefully pushing her into the van. „Daddy dearest can't wait to see you, Brianne. Let's go."
The Sons gathered back in the Clubhouse, their assignment of the day, long forgotten. Chibs paced back and forth, having been already stopped from following after them. Jax had sent Half-Sack to discretely follow the vans and let them know of their whereabouts every few hours if they stray too far. But Chibs wanted to charge right away, not even caring for his safety. Clay looked deep in though, remembering when she told them that the less they knew about her past the better. Maybe if she had told them, they could have foreseen all of this and prevented it. But on the other hand, he did understand why she hid this from them.
Suddenly Gemma approached him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. „We couldn't have predicted this, Clay," she said softly, knowing the turmoil he was going through. „We didn't know what we were up against." Gemma always knew what to say when someone was going through shit, and she had always been Clay's person to lean on when he needed it the most. So he appreciated having her by his side at this moment as well.
„I just wish she had trusted us enough to share more about what she was running from," He sighed. „Maybe we could have protected her from this."
Gemma understood what he meant by that, she wished Brianne had told them about her life before the Club, but the girl must have had a good reason not to. „Sometimes people keep their past hidden to protect themselves and those they care about," she said. „She was trying to start fresh with us, away from whatever she left behind."
Chibs hadn't meant to listen to their conversation, but he had caught Gemma's words. He had calmed down and cleared his head after realizing that charging in now would do neither of them any good. He was a stable person whenever they faced trouble and he shouldn't change that now either. Not when Brianne needed him the most. He faced Clay and Gemma, nodding. „Aye, she wanted a new life, a clean slate," he said, his voice tinged with frustration. „We can't blame her for that."
Clay nodded, sighing once again and standing up. „Church, now." He began walking towards the Chapel when he turned to Tig. „And get Happy and the Tacoma boys here, now." Tig just nodded, getting to making the phone call right away. The rest of the Sons took their seats in the Chapel and after Tig was done he entered as well, closing the door shut. The tension in the Chapel was palpable and could be cut with a knife, but they were used to situations similar to these and knew how to deal with the pressure. „Juice, what do we know?"
Juice had been tasked with finding out anything he could find about the supposed 'Shadow Hand', questioning any of his contacts he could ask and even going as far as doing a simple internet search. He looked up from his laptop at his brothers. He cleared his throat. „So far, I've managed to dig up some information on the Shadow Hand," He began. „They're a highly secretive and dangerous organization with ties to international crime networks. They've been involved in everything from drug trafficking to arms dealing, and they're known for their ruthless tactics."
„So what do they want from Bri?" Jax leaned in, focusing on Juice.
„I couldn't find anything on Bri. If she was a part of the organization, they must have wiped everything they had on her," Juice shook his head. „I'm guessing they see her as a liability?" He froze for a moment. „Hold up," With a few more taps on the keyboard, his eyes widened. „Holy shit."
„What? What you got?" Tig questioned.
Juice turned his laptop screen to his brothers. „This is Michael O'Connor."
The Sons leaned in to look at the image displayed on Juice's laptop screen. It was a photograph of a man in his late forties, with a hardened and dangerous look in his eyes. "Who's Michael O'Connor?" Jax asked, furrowing his brow.
„Brianne's father." Chibs suddenly chimed in. He stared at the man who looked as ruthless as any of the IRA Kings he used to know. Juice's nod only confirmed his suspicion. Chibs had asked Brianne about her family but the only person she ever talked about was her mother. Beautiful woman, according to Bri. She never mentioned anything about her father, not even his name. Chibs could only conclude that he must not be winning any 'Father of the Year' awards. „We should focus on the leader. Declan, wasn't it?"
Juice shook his head. „He's not the leader," He returned to his laptop screen one more time and typed something before showing it to his brothers once again. „Victor Blackthorn." Chibs' eyes narrowed at the image of the said man on Juice's laptop screen. There was a strange glint in the man's eyes, he could see it, even on an image. That was a man not to be messed with, Chibs could tell that much. Just how did Brianne escape from these people in the first place?
„So what's the plan?" Tig asked. „We can't just sit here and do nothing." It had taken a lot of strength for the Sergeant at Arms not to shoot every single man that broke into their home and took their Prospect from them. He was eager to break some bones once they track down the fuckers, that's for sure.
Clay cleared his throat. „We need to gather more intel before we do anything. We meet Laroy as planned, and see if he heard of this Shadow Hand. Juice, keep digging, see if you can find any weakness in the Shadow Hand's operations," Juice nodded, muttering how hard it would be since they seem to have any internet info on lockdown. „Bobby, reach out to your contacts and see if anyone knows anything about this Blackthorn guy," Bobby got up right away, exiting the Chapel and already calling everyone he assumed could help. „And Chibs," The Scotsman's head snapped in his President's direction. „You need to keep a level head. We can't afford to lose you too."
Chibs nodded, agreeing with his Prez. Clay was surely right, Brianne needed him and he had to be stable for her sake. „I hear ye, Clay," He responded. He did his best to keep his voice steady despite the hurricane of emotions raging inside his heart.
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Brianne was pulled out of the van by Declan, who wore a satisfied smirk on his face. The drive wasn't long and she was sure they took her just outside of Lodi somewhere, which meant there was still hope for the Sons to catch up before they took her to Chicago. She was taken to a hotel they stopped by and with no doubt, Brianne was sure her father awaited her there. When the two of them entered, she wasn't surprised to notice how desolate the hotel looked and she concluded that the Shadow Hand had bought the entire hotel just for this reunion today. It wouldn't be the first time they took drastic measures such as that.
Declan led her down a corridor and in front of a double-sided door. She knew her father awaited on the other side, but when the door opened she wasn't expecting to see Victor Blackthorn as well – the cunning leader. Both men stared at her with ruthless eyes. Michael briefly dismissed Declan, who closed the door shut. Once she was alone with her father and Victor, her heart began pounding in her chest. She wasn't afraid, not until now at least. If Victor was here, it would be serious.
@crazyworldofsiani
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