Thank you all so much for all of the kind words and sentiments regarding this story. You all have made this one of my most successful stories to date! The follows and favorites were greatly appreciated.

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This being the last chapter, I did want to mention that I've been working on a small sequel that will be mostly AU, PWP that will predominately center around graphic smut. I'm going to take some time to finish a few of my other open stories so that I can devote more time to new ventures. I cannot wait to share it with you all!

For reference, this chapter takes place during the season six finale, right after Jax leaves the ice cream parlor to turn himself in. I hope the ending is satisfactory, considering the subject matter. Enjoy!

After Jax left Scoops and Sweets, Tig needed to get the fuck out. He scratched the white pit bull they had been calling 'Champ' behind her ears lovingly and kissed both of the Teller boys on the forehead. He wasted no time in taking his bike out for a ride. He didn't know how he ended up at Diosa Norte. It was like his mind had been on auto pilot.

It was dark already, but he couldn't help but notice the brand new BMW parked right outside the door. He parked beside it, noting the chrome work and detail in the sparkling black paint before he noticed the man in the driver's seat.

"Nice ride, huh?" The man asked.

Tig recognized him from the other night. He was tall and built with dark hair and a well groomed beard. "Yeah, man. It's Maurice, right?" Tig asked with a nod of his head.

"That's right, Mr. Trager."

"Naw man, it's Tig."

"Tig." He corrected himself.

The front door to Diosa Norte opened and Adelise walked out holding a large duffle bag and a rolling suitcase. She looked up, startled like a deer in headlights. "Handsome… I didn't expect to see you."

"You're leaving in the middle of the fucking night?" He said, marching up to her with his signature walk.

"I've decided to take Maurice up on his offer." She admitted, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot.

"Smart girl." Maurice piped in, smirking all the while.

"And you weren't gonna tell me? Not even say goodbye?" Tig said, ignoring the suave business man. His words were like venom.

"I was gonna stop by the candy shop and say goodbye. I'm not a horrible person."

"I thought we were gonna talk about this. Shit, baby." He growled, angrily pacing the ground.

"Contract's already signed. Two years with no outs. Sorry man, but it's a done deal." Maurice butted in again.

"You know what? Why don't you just shut the fuck up? This is a private conversation." Tig warned, shouting his frustration as he puffed out his chest towards the younger man.

"This was my decision, Tig. Please…" Adelise said, dropping her bags and putting herself in between the two men. She caught Tig's wrist by his leather wrist cuff before he could make a gesture towards the talent agent. "Let's take this inside."

Tig stared her down, watching her with wide eyes. Slowly, he nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Alright, doll." He glanced back at Maurice, who was smirking as he leaned up against the glimmering new car. He followed Adelise into the building. They were barely in the door before he opened his mouth. "What about Cara Cara? Was that not even an option?"

"I can't stay in Charming. You know better than I do that shit is all going downhill. Nero's leaving, so am I." Her words were cold, calculated, like something she had been rehearsing for days. She took the steps in strides, her heels tapping on the hard wood. She walked into her room, her old room, and Tig shut the door behind them. "I already signed the contracts. There's no turning back for the next two years."

"Two fucking years? Addie, this is fucking crazy!"

"Maybe for you, Tig." She said quietly. "For that, I'm very sorry. But this is what I have to do. What's done is done."

Tig groaned in frustration, flying forward and gripping her face in both hands, forcing their lips together in a passionate, disgruntled kiss.

Adelise managed to pull herself away, Tig's hands still clamping her in place. "This is a bad idea." She muttered, her thoughts still hazy.

"That make you change your mind?" His lips pressed against hers again and before she could change her mind, he was working her pants off, followed by her lace panties. His hands slid up her hips to peel off her shirt and they lost contact for a few seconds at the scraps fell to the floor.

He pushed her back, against the bed until she was splayed out before him, leg's spread in anticipation. He ran his fingers up and down her thighs. His eyes moving from her breasts to her pink wet lips that he could see were already damp. He looked up to see that Adelise was tugging at her nipples, eliciting erection from them with every twist and turn.

He placed his hands on the outside of her hot core and spread her open wide as he lowered his mouth to her center. He licked her, her taste flooding his mouth. He rolled his tongue around her clit, slow and torturously. He pushed her legs apart and slid a finger into her impossibly tight, wet heat. He could only taste pussy, feel the thighs clenching around his face, feel the wetness against his fingers, tightening around his digits.

Adelise thrust her hips, rubbing herself shamelessly against his tongue until she was fucking his face. Her fingers tangled in his hair as her whole body jolted upward towards the pleasure. She screamed, coming in waves. This only spurred him on. He began flicking his tongue faster, letting her ride out her orgasm as he moved his fingers more furiously. He could feel the girl tightening around his fingers.

Tig wasted no time in jumping to his feet, stripping himself down to his boxers as Adelise recovered from her orgasm. She was mewling for him. His cock twitched in his boxers at the sound of her whimpering need. He grabbed at her, easily flipping her tiny body so she lay on her stomach. He lifted her hips so her ass was in the air. Tig slipped off his boxers in record time, taking his length in his hands and running it down her slit, swirling the head around her clit before finding her entrance and easing himself into her tight, clenching cunt.

He pulled out, slowly at first, then thrust his hips back in. She thrust backwards, meeting him, needing this just as much as he did. He found a pace with his movements, gripping her agile little hips and pulling her back onto him a few more time before he leaned into her back, biting at her neck and shoulders as he reached around her stomach and grasped her clit in two fingers, pumping the bundle of nerve endings in time with his thrusts. "Oh, tiger. Fuck." She whimpered, burying her head in the pillow as she tried to gain composure.

"Come on, baby. Fucking come for daddy." He growled, his voice husky in her ear. His teeth bit into the sensitive flesh of her earlobe and she grabbed at her own breasts as she tried to heed his instruction. He leaned back up, forcing her head down with a hand to the back of her throat. His other arm was wrapped around her stomach, bending her body into his as he pumped his hot seed into her. Her second orgasm hit her like a freight train. She began muttering his name and milking him dry with her fevered contractions.

"You really have to fucking go…" Tig mumbled to himself, falling behind her.

Tig leaned against his bike, watching the brake lights of the BMW fade into the darkness until the car turned.

He didn't want to be the type of man that cried over a woman, he just couldn't help it. He realized that some things were completely out of his control. He hated that.

It wasn't like he didn't understand why Adelise left. He got it. Really, he did. Sometimes, he had to admit, he had even considered the coward's way out. Maybe he could go nomad, maybe he could just end it all.

When he weighed all the things that had happened the past year, it was a wonder he hadn't. Dawn was gone and Fawn resented him for it, hated her own father for all the bad choices he had made. All of it because of the club.

Clay was dead. His best friend, his leader was gone. He had gotten passed over for Sergeant at Arms, the position he once owned proudly. His only reason left to live. Maybe that was for the better. Things in Charming were rapidly changing. The Sons of Anarchy had lost more members in the past year then they had ever lost before.

Tig Trager wasn't a coward, though. Jolted, yes. Crazy, of course. He was eccentric and sadistic and obnoxious. Those were all little parts of the big picture. Most times, he felt as though he was just a hollow shell of a man, looking for comfort where and when he could find it.

There was something about Adelise that was different, though. Something that could heal his wounds, make him a better man. They were good for each other. Two broken people, joining together for comfort. Healing each other. Now she was gone.

Tig had the sneaking suspicion that they would meet up once again, though. In time, their paths may cross again. Her final words echoed in his ears, "Don't worry, tiger. This isn't the last you'll see of me."