AN: Thought I would give a Tig/OC story a shot as he is one of my favourite. Heads up, I'm an Aussie and the story doesn't really follow any guidelines from the TV show, you'll realise the story is fast pace :)

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Girl you've never known no one like me
Up there in your high society
They might tell you I'm no good
Girl they need to understand
Just who I am
I may be a real bad boy
But baby I'm a real good man

-Real Good Man, Tim McGraw

ONE
- Transition -

Her work shoes made a slight tap on the pavement as she made her way towards the side of the hospital building with the street light giving some assurance in the dark night. Her cold breath swirled in front of her making a shiver run through her body as she rubbed her hands against her arms for friction. It was a muffled sound that made her stop mid stride, her instinct to flight flickered on, something stopped her from running to her car and made her head in the opposite direction, away from her car and towards the sound.

It was the sight before her that caused her to still. The gun against the dark haired woman's head, she thought about turning back to find help but here was a chance for anything to happen in those short moments, she couldn't allow that. Checking her surroundings her eyes caught of a metal rack that she saw the Gardner use earlier that day.

The metal rack felt odd in her hands as she continued towards the man with it wrapped between her hands, her knuckles turning white as she silently approached the man roughing up the woman. She watched as he pushed the woman to the ground, giving her an opening. Without a rational thought she swung the rack like a bat hitting the side of the man's head knocking him down to the pavement. He didn't move like she excepted, instead a pool of red appeared from under his head.

"Are you alright?" Her eyes flickered to the woman; she almost found it humorous that the woman was asking about her health. She could only nod noticing her shaky hands. "We've got to get it cleaned up." She couldn't believe the woman words as she opened the boot of her car pulling out a tarp. "Can you help?" Putting the rack beside the man, she unfolded the tarp next to the limp body trying to not think about what they were doing. "You take the feet." She followed the instructions feeling numb and as she took hold of the steal cap boots to move the limp body onto the tarp. They wrapped the body up as if it was a present before lifting it into the boot of the car and adding the rack. The woman bent down on her knees and started to wash away the evidence on the ground with a rag before grabbing the rack and stuffing it in the tarp. "Get in."

"Pardon?" The woman finally stopped moving with the car door open.

Please get in." She frowned at the woman and suddenly realized that the woman was just barely holding together as herself, the slight shake in her voice gave it away. Following her lead she sat in the front passage seat grabbing onto her handbag like a lifeline.

It wasn't until they were on the road that someone broke the rumble of the car engine. "Tara Knowles."

"Rita Mathews." Her stomach rolled around in circles as they drove through town, she didn't want to be caught by the police or locked up in jail. She glanced around the car and was going to compliment the model when the black hood shocked her still, the reaper looking back at her on the back seat- She had never meet club members but she had heard plenty of stories around town.

She constantly wiped her hands on her jeans as they pulled into the Teller-Morrow garage. For a Thursday night everything seemed calm, nothing like the rumours. She should have known better than to believe rumours though one can never be careful. Tara didn't waste any time getting out of the car; she had an air of control around her as she started to head towards the club. Rita was tempted to grab a taxi and get the hell out of this place but something told her that these Sons would have no problem hunting her down. She continued watching Tara walk across the parking lot when the realisation that she was sitting in a car with a body in the boot, grabbing her handbag she didn't waste any time catching up with Tara. She tried to ignore the reaper on the door as they went through and it wasn't hard as an awful smell filled her nose making her un eased stomach twist further. "What's wrong?" She wouldn't have guessed anything was wrong with Tara but this blonde man could somehow read her.

"A guy attacked me in the parking lot at work." The blonde was already out of his seat before she could finish.

"You alright?"

"Thanks to Rita." Tara nodded her head in Rita's direction turning the attention to her which made her hands sweat to another level- what were they going to do when they found out the rest of the story? Report her to the cops? She stomach twisted again making her clamp her mouth shut at the bile that wanted to rise. "He's in the boot." She was waiting for the outburst but nothing happened as the Sons stayed calm.

"We'll discuss the details later." He put one hand on her cheek before turning back to Rita. "Jax, Vice President." Her shaky hand shook his; he gave her a smile trying to ease the nerves he saw within her. "I'm in debt to you for saving my Old Lady." She nodded her head not sure she could trust her voice. "Chibs here will look after you." he nodded his head to the man behind the bar. Jax didn't leave her much choice as himself and a couple of guys walked out to the parking lot with Tara.

"Ya want a drink sweetheart?" She nodded her head as she made her way over to the bar, she could do with a warm cup of coffee. Her eyebrows rose at the shot placed in front of her. "It'll help." he made it sound like he had been in this situation a hundred times over.

"Can I use the bathroom?" The steadiness of her voice surprised her as she could feel two sets of eyes on her back.

"Down the hall, first on the right." Rita kept her head down as she made her way to the bathroom. The situation she was in seemed alien, like she wasn't really in her own body. She stepped into the bathroom, leaned her hands on the basin trying to even out her breathing as she recounted the events that occurred that evening. She was ready to go home to her quiet house and make herself a quick dinner but the thought of food set her stomach off once again.

"You ready to hit home?" Her head snapped up to the curly brown haired man leaning in the doorway, he seemed relax but she could tell that he was on guard. "Tara's waiting for ya." She eyed the man before making her way back out to the bar- all she wanted was to go home and sleep, well that is until her next shift.

Tara moved away from Jax once she entered the room. Rita was slightly surprised at the match, with Tara obviously being highly educated while Jax is a member of a motorcycle gang. The pairing was strange to say the least but she didn't comment, it wasn't her business too. "We'll head off if you're ready." With a jerky nod from Rita, Tara started for the doorway and other woman was glad that none of the men stopped her. She really didn't know how long the adrenaline running through her body would keep reality from setting in.

She watched the gray car pull away from her house; it wasn't anything close to the black vehicle that Tara usually droved but Rita couldn't let her thoughts drift to where the woman's car was. She never wanted to see that vehicle again- tonight was a one time only thing, like a one night stand. It was done and dusted; now life would continue as usual.

Rita walked up to the doorway, the sound of the TV a reminder to her that the night wasn't over. Unlocking the front door, she went down the hallway leaning against the doorway. Her brother was asleep on the couch, the light of the TV shined across his battered face, the scars seemed less disturbing in the dark than the light of day. He may have not come away unharmed physically and mentally but she was thankful every day that he had returned to her- her last connection to family.

Stepping into the room, she knelt beside him stroking the hair from his face. The burn scar affected the left side of his body- it travelled shoulder to neck, neck to his ear leaving a large patch of naked skin where there should be dark hair and the scar edged to the corner of his mouth making his smile seem lope sided. "Luke, Luke let's get you to bed." His eyes flickered open taking in his surroundings, she knew his dream hadn't been peaceful. "You'll have a headache by morning." She referred to his neck resting against the arm of the couch. "Come on." Rita pulled him up and he silently followed down the hallway, she knew he wasn't in the right frame of mind to want to be chatting. Luke was the eldest and had a towering frame, it was times like this as her head barely reached his chest as she supported him, that she realised how vulnerable he could be.

After she got him settled into bed and pulled his blanket up to cover him, she quietly whispered, "Good night Luke."

"Night," his voice faintly carried across the room before she closed the door, she knew by the morning he would be back to same old Luke with the darkness at bay.

...

Rita walked into the kitchen ready for work; she smiled at Luke sitting at the table with a black coffee in hand and tired eyes. "How's that hangover going?"

"Shithouse." The smile only grew at his answer as she moved to the sink. "I'm taking it you won't have time to make a big greasy breakfast for your brother." To confirm this she raised the travel mug she was holding, as she had slept through her alarm.

"You could always go to the local diner." Luke shrugged his shoulders and she knew that meant a clear 'no', it would be too crowd for his liking. "I'll bring some pizza home tonight." After filling the mug up with coffee, she kissed Luke on the cheek and headed for the door.

"Thanks." He yelled down the hallway- Luke meant it in more ways than one and knew his sister would never fully grasp how grateful he felt.

"The lawns!" She shouted out to him as she closed the front door before getting a response but she knew a groan would have sounded from him and the job still won't be done when she gets home- he hardly left the company of the house.

It wasn't until she was pulling into the parking lot of the hospital that last night's events made her heart pick up and cause her to almost spill her coffee over her uniform. She managed to park the car as far as possible from the area and rested her shaky hands against the steering wheel, breathing in and out. This morning had seemed like every other, she appeared and felt almost the same though she now had blood on her hands, hands that wouldn't stop shaking. Checking the clock on the dash, she noticed that she really needed to get to work and pushed last night's events to the back of her mind for next time she was alone, she took a measured sip of her sweet coffee, and got out of the car.

The hospital was in no rush, the usual Friday show; she simply got to ease around the rooms checking in on one of their short-term patients. If she admitted to herself, it was one of her favourite things about her job as a nurse; she got to meet new people every day whether they were elderly or youngsters. "Morning Mrs. Dwyer." She smiled at the older woman with white hair, Rita flipped through the clip broad to make sure the patients health hadn't changed. "How are you feeling today?"

"Hun, how many times do I have to tell you? Call me Julie; you make me feel too old." The woman sat down the novel she was reading, giving Rita her full attention. "I'm good today, had a late visit from my son yesterday."

"And how is he?"

"He finally brought that house."

"That's fantastic to hear Julie; he got quite a good deal on it." Rita could have only wish that she could have gotten something that affordable when she moved to Charming a couple of months ago, that way she wouldn't have to work these long hours to pay for the damn. "Did he finally propose?"

"Not yet." The older woman was stubborn though it was clear as day how much she loved her son, he was her pride and joy- if only Rita's parents had felt that way and hadn't dropped them at the first chance. "What's on the list for lunch today?"

"Chicken with veggies, nothing too exotic," Rita said with a smile.

Well Don't let me keep you from your lunch break. You need to get some food into you girl." Rita smiled at the motherly tone and set the clip board back at the end of the bed.

"I'll drop by later for a chat."

"I'd enjoy that Hun."

During her lunch break her thoughts had free rein and the warm weather did nothing to settle them or keep the paranoia away. Would the Sons call the cops? She would have heard something by now if they had. Tara hadn't said anything on their way home merely asking if she was feeling alright but kept the conversation at a minimum. She half expected someone to ask her about her night, suspect that she was involved in a murder. And that was the thing, she didn't feel a huge gash of guilt about the man, he was after all the attacker. She could remember seeing the beatings of men throughout her childhood, she was always defenceless but last night she was able to stop the horrors, but at what cost? Would she be thrown into prison? Rita couldn't help but doubt in her own insanity as her thoughts processed - this wasn't her, she was a qualified nurse with a brother, she had a simple life. She wouldn't let the past control her future, she directed her pathway in life not others. "Hey." Rita's eyes jerked up to the face of Tara- she didn't want to talk to the doctor with her thoughts scattered in every direction. "Are you alright Rita?" The other woman took a seat beside her, her actions were guarded but she seemed to have an attitude of confidence.

"Yeah." Rita wasn't sure how to answer the question, how was one meant to reply? "What's going to happen?"

Tara checked their surroundings. "We continue as if nothing has happened, it's been dealt with." Rita almost believed the other woman, the atmosphere around her was that convincing. "Look, I have to get back to work I just wanted to check in with you." She pulled a piece of paper from her pocket offering it to the other woman. "Here's my number if you need help or just someone to speak to."

Slowly Rita reached for the paper as if the simple material could bite her. "Thanks."

She fiddled with the paper long after Tara had returned back to work; her salad sat untouched beside her on the chair as she wasn't sure her stomach could hold the food down. With the throbbing in her head, she knew a headache would be present and she still has seven hours of work left. Without a second look at the number, Rita shoved it into her pant pocket and grabbed her lunch, there were other things she could be doing rather than questioning herself.

That headache that she had felt coming an hour and a half ago was very present as she realised she was having a staring competition with the patient in front of her. "Mr Martian, could you please stay seated." The older man had defiance in every single one of his bones as he was constantly butting heads with her, Rita thought it might have been because she was new and now she was convinced it was just his personality.

"I'm going outside." He started to stand from his bed and she moved closer because she knew the man was too weak to hold his own weight.

"Mr Martian please," she insisted.

"If I want to go outside, I bloody well can. No woman will tell me-"

"Is that really how you should be speaking to a woman Ray?" The voice from the doorway stopped the older man from continuing his rant; Rita swore the man was worse than any of the women. "Give the woman a break, she's one of the reasons you're your still breathing old man."

Ray was muttering under his breath but Rita heard none of it as her eyes were trained on the three men wearing black leather in the doorway. "Is there something I could help you with?" Like Tara said, act like nothing happened.

"May we have a word Miss Mathews?" She tried to hide her surprise at her last name, she had told Tara that night but it still shocked her that they knew it.

"Sure." She turned away from the Sons for a moment. "Now don't leave that bed Mr. Martian." The old man glared at her but didn't object to it. "I'll be back with your medication soon." Rita walked out of the room with the three Sons following behind her, she tried to ignore the looks from her co-workers as they walked to the lounge, she knew the area would be clear of activity at this hour.

She leaned against the counter trying to appear indifferent as her heart began to beat wildly in her chest "What can I do for you Jax and ..." she trailed off not knowing the other man's name.

"This is Opie and Chibs." He nodded his head to each man beside him. She recognised the one on his right, Chibs from behind the bar. "I just want to put you at ease that it's been sorted and there isn't anything to worry about, you would do best to forget last night ever happened." It was very similar to what Tara had said to her earlier today. "But remember if you need a helping hand, you have one in us." It seemed the man was in debt to her, she couldn't possible understand the structure of the club.

"May I ask why it happened?" At the shake of Jax's head she wasn't sure if the sign from her was from relief or frustration.

"The less you know, the safer you'll be." She nodded her head in understanding, in reality she wanted it all to be a bad dream and that's exactly how the men in front of her wanted her to think of it. "Just rest ashore you have nothing to worry about, so we'll leave you to continue your day." The three left leaving Rita alone in the lounge, it was like they were never present but her mind knew better. Her aim to continue with life without a hint of change, that couldn't be that hard right?

It was a few days later that she bumped into a Son, literally as her ass would have hit the ground if it wasn't for the arm around her waist. The feel of leather under her hands made her wonder if someone upstairs had a grudge against her. "I am so sorry mister."

"Tig." She gave the man a confused look; she had never heard whatever a 'tig' was. "My name is Tig not mister and your names Rita."

"It seems everyone knows who I am." She crossed her arms over her chest finally able to take in the man before her. His brown hair was in curls that hung in a mess while he had a trimmed beard but it was his eyes that held her still, the sharp blue eyes seem to stare right through her and she was afraid that he could see everything from her passing thoughts, to the past life. She remembered him, the man from the bathroom he wasn't exactly the kind of person you could easily forget.

How do you know my name," she asks timidly.

"Darling, you saved the VP's Old Lady." She had no idea what an 'old lady' was but she knew Tara wasn't that old. "Trust me, everyone knows who you are."

"And I'm trying to continue life as per usual so if you would excuse me, I have a patient to see." She slid past the man knowing indeed that if Tig wanted her to stay she wouldn't have had any choice. He didn't make such a move but that didn't stop the cold stare drilling into her back as she tried to calmly walk away from the man that seem to rattle her every bone.

She didn't really need to see any of the patients but she couldn't stand to be in the man's personal space for long, the astrosphere around him sent a shiver down her spine and she hadn't yet decided if that was a good or bad thing. Her feet automatically took her to the path of Julie's room, the woman had the TV on in the background as she had a pair of knitting needles in her hands- she looked like a common old lady but Rita knew the woman had a flaming fire. "You tired sweetheart?" Rita nodded at the woman's question; she didn't want to go into detail about it so she took a seat beside her.

"Are you feeling well enough for a game of blackjack?" Rita asks as she grabbed the pack of cards from the bedside table and started to shuffle.

Julie gave an unlady like snort at the comment of her health, giving Rita a look that reminded her of the old days with her Gran. "Deal the pack Hun and we'll see who comes out with the better hand."

The game had successfully taken her mind of the eventful day and by the end she had managed to lose the upper hand but that didn't wipe the smile of her face.

"If you want to get home to that brother of yours, I suggest you start heading off before I pull you into another game."Julie says as Rita checked the clock seeing that she had stayed an hour later than usual and knew that by the time she got dinner it would be nearing nine; it seemed that they were going to have a late one.

"I'll see you the next time I'm on." She grabbed the jumper she had long ago thrown on the back of the chair and stood up. "Have a good night Julie."

"Same goes for you Rita." The younger woman waved her goodbye and headed to the staff room to clock herself out before heading home.

Her car smelt like freshly cooked pizza and she could feel her mouth watering during the drive home, she also hoped to God that the grease from the pizza didn't sink into her car seats, it would stain for days and that was one more problem that she didn't need.

When Rita pulled up in the driveway, there was a single light in the lounge room and the front lawn was still as wild as this morning as she made her way to the door- home sweet home.

...

The last couple of days seemed like a dream as she pocketed the list in her jeans and grabbed her car keys. "I'm going out for a couple of hours Luke." Rita knew he would have heard her from the backyard as he buried himself in a book. She had never known her brother to be a big reader but once he came back, he seemed to grab for something to do to keep his mind from wandering- it was like the book allowed him to get lost in another world without the heavy stones of his past to haunt him. Rita was glad he was doing something with himself other than the TV or drink but if she could only get him back into society - small steps is what she continued to whisper to herself.

As she pushed the trolley down the frozen food section, she couldn't help the one side of her that was paranoid, waiting for someone to suddenly shout bloody murder at her for her sins. A single glance in her direction for too long made her breath catch in her throat as she waited for them to continue with their own shopping. And as she lined up at the checkout Rita tried to think of other reasons they could be staring, she has only been in the town for a month, maybe it could be the possibility of the town folk still being curious as she knew that she could sometimes be as bad as Luke at keeping up public appearances.

With one thing checked off her list, Rita moved to her next one which happened to be down at the hardware store. If she got the supplies, she knew Luke would fix the simple problem of a leak in the bathroom. Well she thought it was simple, however Luke didn't, but that may be because he tended to over think things. Rita got the sealer and headed for the counter wanting to be home to relax, she still felt tired from last night's shift and as the afternoon processed that state had only worsened. She almost reached the counter when the cans of paint caught her attention, the lovely blue and green colours sparked an idea. She knew just the thing to keep her brother active for the next week.

Later that night she was sat up on the counter and watched as Luke moved around the kitchen, the man didn't cook much but he did have a few tricks up his sleeves from their Gran. He could make one mean curry, better than the food from the stores and she could never get it the way he cooked it - your senses would run wild with the smell throughout the house, it made your tongue tingle as if you were tasting it.

A smile graced Rita's lips as he chopped the veggies, he wasn't that pleased when she expressed her idea of the painting rooms and having bought the cans already. As they were seated outside, she could see the idea rolling around his mind as he give it some thought before he suggested making dinner, she knew the paint wouldn't be wasted.

...

Guilt sliced through her as Rita kneeled in the Chapel, she hadn't gone to church in quite some time with the new move but as the day continued on at work she decided to visit the one they had in the hospital. She gripped the rosary beads in her hands as she prayed to the Lord and voiced out concerns- it helped to know that someone was listening.

She asked the Lord to give her brother strength to improve and to forgive her sins though she knew the Lord probably looked down at her with disgrace at the blood she had scarred on her hands. As the phone alarm went off, signalling her to return to work Rita couldn't help the heavy sign that left her as she gave the Lord one last promise saying that she would start going back to church every Sunday for the morning mass and pocketed the rosary beads.

Pushing her personal life aside she made her way down the hallway to start checking on the patients, they had got some recent ones who were either in pain or simply fought tooth and claw to be discharged from the hospital. Rita was just glad she was only a nurse and not their doctor.

It was the end of her shift, the sky had long ago fallen dark and she crossed her fingers hoping that Luke had made the effort to cook something for dinner as she massaged the muscles in the back of her neck while walking out to her car; a long night sleep was what she needed.

When she reached the car door a shiver tore through her, her back going stiff as she unlocked the car. She went to turn around when an impact into her side made the air get knocked out of her lungs as she landed on the ground, her vision swimming as she tried to fully understand the events happening. Rita managed to see her attacker with the red cap covering half his face as his white fists punched against her ribs another time. She truly thought that this might be the end, that all the struggling to survive was catching up to her as another weighted punch pounded into her making it harder to get a proper breath. She hadn't realised it had stopped until the smell of garlic and alcohol flooded her senses as he leaned in close, she tried to grasp onto his sentences but one word echoed through her mind as his tone was filled with so much venom and hatred- Sons.

Rita wasn't quite sure how she managed to get home when she came around; the pounding in her head was present along with a stabbing ache in her ribs. She had no doubt that the attacker had broken some ribs as she unlocked the door, the house was silent for which she was grateful as she made her way blindly in the dark to her bedroom. She didn't bother undressing just reached for the packet of panadol in the bedside drawer and laid in bed while swallowing three tablets, letting the numbness work its way through her body.

It was the electrifying pain that sliced through her body that woke her at six in the morning, it ached to breathe and her body complained as she walked into the bathroom to assess the damage. She detached herself, and observed herself as though she was examining a patient. The result of the headache was the bump on the back on her head, there was no bleeding to which she was thankful. She moved onto her stomach, lifting the work shirt to already find the dark angry bruising. Rita felt each rib taking a mental note on which ones hurt the most. It was an equal of three ribs and like any patient; she started to secure the cracked ribs by bandaging them. As she continued to analyse her body, she noticed that to others it would seem as if she was perfectly normal, however her eyes still gave away the injuries that she had painstakingly hiding. If she was examining a patient, she would have given strict instructions to stay bedridden but there was one thing she needed to do before such a thing could happen.

She felt slightly intimidated by the women standing a few feet away as the ten o'clock sun blazed down on them. They were polished up and flat stomached with pronounced breasts, while she was the polar opposite with her curved and round bust, she would never fit within their clothes. Was this the kind of women these men liked? She knew her chances with any of them were slim, she felt old, a stick in the mud to be blunt with her gray skinny jeans and green shirt that covered her chest; there wasn't a flash of skin except for her arms. She almost turned away until she remembered the real reason to coming here- the threat, a threat that left her ribs aching. Straightening her back she forced herself to walk to the garage where she could see a couple of the men. "Rita, something the matter love?" The Scottish accent rolled off his tongue as Chibs caught sight of her, his eyes didn't miss the shaken appearance.

"May I speak with you in private?" Her eyes flicked to the couple of men bent over the vehicle, she was positive they weren't a part of the MC as they didn't hold the same flow of energy.

"Right this way." He quickly made his way across the parking lot with her close behind, he didn't take a single glance at the women as they reached the club house door.

He went for the bar, pouring a shot for the both of them and she had to wonder what they found so appealing about the awful liquid as it caused the painful mornings of a headache. "Is there a problem Rita?" She took the shot in hand at hearing Clays voice, she threw it down ignoring her burning throat and ribs.

"Were you serious about dealing with the problem?" She wanted to know more before getting involved with these guys any further though she had a feeling it was already too late.

"It has been dealt with." She tried not to linger on the meaning of his words but the toss of her stomach warned her, she shouldn't get any more involved. They clearly hadn't tied all the loose ends or she wouldn't be standing here. "So what is it that you need help with?"

"Never mind don't worry about it," she says. With them thinking they solved the problem, they probably wouldn't do anything anyways. As she starts to walk she hears Chib's call out to her.

"A few broken ribs and bruises aren't nothing lassie." She threw a heated glare at him though he seemed unaffected by it.

"They've been in contact with you." The sound of his voice turned her ridged- it sounded better than the last time she had met him if that was possible. "Were you going to let the stubbornness get in the way of your health." Stubbornness- the man had no right to speak of such thing to her when his own was sky high.

"Last time I checked Mr. Trager, I'm the one with the health degree."

"What was the threat?" Clay had a grin edging to his face at watching the two of them banter.

"I...I don't know." She didn't quite understand the man, only that what he said involved the Sons and she had somehow been dragged into it, whatever 'it' was.

"Jesus Christ woman." She turned her heated glare to the blue eyed man.

"I wasn't really focusing on his words while he broke my ribs! It had something to do with you guys!" She rolled her eyes at the man- he really did push her to her limits.

"We'll contact you later." She couldn't help the groan that slipped through her lips at Clay's tone. She hated his pushy attitude but left anyway wanting to escape the men before she said something she may regret.

They watched the woman take her leave. "You may want to tap that ass before someone else does brother." Tig threw Chibs a look, he didn't want to tap her; she irritated him to no end.

"What do you think their aiming for?" Bobby hadn't said a word from the kitchen but he had heard everything.

"Their aim is the club and they think she's a part of it." Clay didn't leave any doubt; they had dealt with similar matters beforehand.

"We can't allow them to get away with this sort of treatment to a woman, goes against every one of my bones." Chibs nodded his agreement with Bobby - that kind of behaviour wasn't acceptable.

"It means babysitting duty."

"I ain't doing that." Anyone else would have felt threatened by Tig; Clay simply threw gas to the flames.

"Well aren't you lucky then, you're taking the first week." Clay stood up, making his way to the door. He would have to fill Gemma in, get her to shine some light on the situation.

"No way in hell, fucking count me out!" Tig's swearing followed him outside, either way both men knew Tig would do it, his sense of loyalty to the club and his stubborn streak would overrule any objection he had.