A/N(( So here's the continuation of Bullets of Beauty Queens, this is a Tig and Tessa Story with a healthy mix of our favorite Scotsman now and again, hope everyone likes the first chapter If there's anything in particular anyone wants to see let me know. Rated for violence, mentioned drug use and swearing))

It was painfully clear to everyone in the Club house Tig Trager was pissed off, he was in his third fight of the night nose half busted and tapped hands stained with blood his knuckles aching with every punch but it didn't stop him instead he relished in the pain it kept his mind occupied and help him avoid what he wanted to think about. Five weeks had passed and still no word from her, she'd just vanished off the face of the earth and it made him want to destroy something anything he could get his hands on. Part of him had wanted to ask Aria if she knew where her friend had gone but he'd refused to give in to the temptation of expressing to anyone he might have cared. But the more he'd tried to ignore it that first few weeks the more it had begun to eat away at him in his opinion he'd been fine before Tessa Kincaid had waltzed on into his life and one single night with her had screwed his life six ways from Sunday. None of the girls working for Lyla and Nero had half of the fire she did, and try as he might drowning himself in booze after work wasn't doing him any favors. He'd wanted to forget her, to be angry with her for avoiding his question for throwing his words in his face but as the days dragged on and his prepay never rang he had no choice but to give in to his frustrations.

The following day Tig was holding an ice pack against his left hand his head pounding with the most unforgiving hangover when he noticed a magazine on the couch beside him it was some woman's tattoo magazine the name of it meaning nothing to him it was the woman on the cover that got his attention staring back at him on the glossy page was Tessa. She was posing on a 1960's style tufted love seat wearing nothing but a black leather jacket and a pair of lace boy shorts the jacket held tightly in her red painted fingers with were adorned with a ring that looked suspiciously like his skull ring he'd misplaced five weeks ago and now he saw he'd forgotten it in his SAMCRO sweatshirt he'd carelessly let her keep.

She wore her hair down in over one shoulder a halo of blood red orchids like a crown of thorns on her head amber eyes full of smoldering fire that taunted him even through the pages of the seemingly harmless article. He angrily flipped through the pages to the article she was featured in and scanned the lines of dialogue searching intently for any sign of where she was, what she was doing but the pages only told him useless things like what she was wearing, who'd shot the pictures but finally he saw something important the date the pictures had been taken. A week after she had left to handle her 'problem' as she'd so eloquently phrased it. He wanted to rip the magazine in half but he stopped himself taking another good hard look at the front cover. She was wearing his ring. Tig ripped the front cover page off and folded it neatly before tucking it inside his cut and carrying the magazine outside with him where he knew Aria was playing with Alex outside when he reached her Tig stood there holding it in his hands until she noticed him.

Aria squinted up at her father as she was crouched down on the ground beside the swing set Alex sitting in his bouncy chair happily jumping his attention currently on Eli and Kenny playing on the swing set. She rose up shielding her eyes and took the magazine from him. "…Since when you do read woman's Tattoo…" Her words died on her tongue and she stared shocked at Tessa's face on the page. "Holy shit…she did it…Oh my god she finally did it" she said getting excited and Tig failed to see the joy in this. "Who gives a shit Aria, She's got my god damn ring on her finger." This made Aria look up at him and she couldn't help but laugh. "I give a shit dad, Tessa's been trying to get into modeling all her life and she finally made the cover of a big name magazine company…I know you wont admit it but your pissed she left if she wants to come back she will you just have to accept that she's complicated." Tig glared now asking Aria. "What your not mad at her anymore?" Aria looked down at the pages again before answering. "I knew something was wrong when I noticed the bags in her car at the wedding, she didn't say anything but it looked like she'd been living in her car for awhile…You said she needed to go back to LA and handle some stuff…maybe she handled it. I can't make Tessa do anything she doesn't want to do…I accept she is who she is it doesn't make me love her any less."

Tig closed his eyes for a second trying to find the logic in his daughter's words and Aria stepped closer hugging him gently. "It's okay if you like her Dad…that's just how Tessa is she's got this way about her that pulls you in and won't let go the sooner you admit it the better you'll feel." He said nothing to this and returned her hug with one arm not willing to admit anything to anyone he was so notoriously stubborn. Aria didn't need him to admit anything to tell her what she already knew and she pulled away to kneel back down beside her son giving her father a chance to retreat back inside without any more words exchanging between them. He was still looking over the glossy pages at Tessa's pictures back inside when Chib's came out of his dorm strolling up to the other man he leaned over peeking at the pages and whistled loudly. "Oh Tiggy that's gotta hurt somehin fierce." Slapping him hard on the back he ignored the glare he received and continued back behind the bar all the while Tig wrinkled the pages in his grip. Chibs was right it did hurt.

Los Angeles…

The flickering light that caught the silver skull ring as it spun loosely on her small finger as she struggled to brush her long hair the small confines of her bathroom were suffocating wearing only a man's long white tank top and a pair of black boy shorts the hem of the shirt coming just below her ass. Her hands shook with the effort to light her cigarette as she could hear Trent's voice loud and terrifying through the walls. "Come on baby it was an accident I won't do it again…you just make me so fucking crazy come on I love you Tessa I swear to god I'm clean…Open the god damn door Tessa!" Yeah sure she thought 'since you asked so nicely' Turning to look at her reflection in the mirror above the cracked sink her tired and bruised face stared back at her a nice black and blue shiner starting to show on her right eye. She supposed she'd known all along she should have never come back to LA, back where Trenton could come anywhere near her it didn't matter how fucking wrong it felt now or the fact she knew he couldn't be trusted. She'd stupidly allowed him inside the apartment he'd appeared sober through the crack in her door his voice whining that he honestly just wanted to apologize and get his things. It had quickly escalated within a matter of minutes, and Tessa partially blamed herself. She had a hot temper and the moment he'd pushed her buttons she'd gone full tilt into a defensive argument.

Twisting Tig's ring around her finger Tessa tried to hold back the tears stinging her eyes she'd tried so hard to make this work in LA to forget about Tig and focus on modeling. But as her cracked out ex was proving outside the door her time in the city of angels was quickly coming to an end every passing minute the abuse was only getting worse and she'd taken to hiding in the bathroom trying to outwait Trent's drug fueled rampage. Her eyes constantly scanning over the now faded piece of paper with Tigs cell phone number scribbled on it in faded blue ink in her hand. She took a drag of her cigarette rubbing her tender eye with the back of her free hand the paper crinkling in her grasp. Sitting down against the bathroom door she pulled out her cell phone dialing the number to the garage. Aria had given her Trent's loud voice interrupting her as she was about to say Hello when the line clicked over. "Tessa, I swear to god I'll break this door down open it now!" She covered the phone with her hand and shouted back at him over her shoulder. "Fuck you Trenton!" Pushing her feet against the toilet she braced her back harder against it acting as a wedge to keep the door shut and the whole thing nearly came out of its frame when the strung out man on the other side decided to ram it.

Tessa let out a nervous yelp her legs shaking with the effort to keep her back against the door the muscles in her arms and legs burning. This is was eerily similar to the last time this had happened, the stabbing. She'd just come home from a modeling call to find Trenton leaning over the coffee table a piece of rubber tubing tied around his arm his concentration locked on finding a vein. Her one bedroom loft apart had been completely turned upside down her meager possessions destroyed, portfolios thrown all over the floor, food and dishes from the kitchen scattered every which way. Tessa had been so angry she couldn't see straight she'd told Trenton if she caught him using that shit in her house again they were through, she'd grown tired of his lies and among other things his insane dependency for heroine. The minute Tessa had thrown her bag down on the floor her voice laced with frustration Trent had risen from his perch on the sofa needle in hand and walked towards her.

Tessa had backed up into the open kitchen. "Stay away from me Trent, get out of my house! Get your shit and go before I call the cops on your sorry ass." He'd only kept walking until he'd backed her into a corner in the kitchen grabbing her arm and yanking it out in front of her hard. "Come on baby, Just hold still!" He'd ground out of clenched teeth and Tessa had instantly known what he intended to do she knew if he managed to stick her with that disgusting needle he'd break it off in her arm. Panicking she'd tried to pull her arm out of his grasp and by the grace of god she pulled away stumbling over her own legs and fallen kitchen appliances she took a hard spill slamming forward onto the sealed concrete floor a painful jarring sensation running up her forearms. Crawling away on her hands and knees when he'd grabbed her shoulder flipping her over and Tessa had felt him slam his fist down in a striking motion into her lower stomach the pain exploding across her vision in a white burst of stars.

She'd heard nothing but a deafening sound of static watching Trenton stand over her his hand once again busy trying to find a vein in his own arm it was like she wasn't even there and Tessa tried to sit up only stop short her eyes catching sight of where she had thought he'd punched her. An Inch wide paring knife was protruding out of her lower stomach he'd stabbed it clean down to the hilt an instant and overwhelming sense of fear had gripped her whole body the idea of bleeding out in her own kitchen rushing through her mind.
All the while Trenton was standing casually over her body getting high off of his latest score and Tessa hadn't given herself any time to think she started screaming. As if they were in some out of control horror film Trenton had momentarily snapped out of his stupor to look down at her and when he saw all the blood soaking through her shirt he'd knelt down. "Oh my god Tessa…holy shit what the hell happened?!" She'd looked at him as if he were insane. "What do you mean what happened! You fucking stabbed me you psycho call me an ambulance…Trenton Trenton!" But he'd only backed away from her his mind clearly arguing with itself. "I'm not calling the fuckin police I get picked up and I do jail time Tess Jesus figure this out on your own I can't deal with this right now." She couldn't believe what she was hearing and with that her now ex-boyfriend ran from the apartment he didn't even bother shutting the door behind himself.

Trying not to fall apart Tessa had been given no choice but to chokingly hold back her fear and reach for a dish towel near her head telling herself to remain calm she pressed it around the knife but did not remove it. By some miracle the only other person living on that floor happened to come out of their apartment when they'd heard the commotion earlier and finally decided maybe they should check it out. A two day stay in the overcrowded Los Angeles medical center and a thousand dollar bill later she'd been told by doctors that had he been four inches over he would have caused her to bleed out internally and die within minutes. As it were he'd missed anything vital beyond a nasty scar the doctor saying she'd be fine in a few weeks and ridiculously enough they'd recommended she file a police report and break up with Trenton. She'd looked at the doctor and said "Gee you think so?"

The banging against the door eventually quieted and Tessa strained to hear any noise on the other side waiting about thirty seconds and she eventually heard the sound of things being thrown around. Tessa put aside any reservations she had left and made the decision between calling 911 and Tig. She chose Tig. The prepay seemed to ring endlessly and on the ninth ring someone finally answered and before they could speak Tessa spoke as calmly as she could into the phone. "Tig it's Tessa." No one said anything for a long moment and she started to say it again thinking he hadn't heard her when she was cut off. "Tessa?" Blunt and to the point she didn't waste time on pleasantries. "Tig I need you…That problem I had to handle…It's trying to break down my bathroom door I can go down my fire escape but I don't have my keys or shoes." The line went silent again for a few seconds. " Aw Doll I'm eight hours outside of LA, I want you to try and get out of the bathroom…I'll be there as soon as I can okay text me the address and call me if you get out okay?" Tessa could only bite her lower lip holding onto the sound of Tig's voice so many miles away the gravity of how much she'd come to miss it hitting her hard. "Tessa?" Tig asked snapping out of her reverie she answered. "Yeah Tig, I'm here" She said her voice growing soft the adrenaline wearing thin. "I'm coming just hold on."

Tig shut his phone and immediately ran into the office Gemma looking up at him in surprise. "Hey Gem I have an emergency I need to go to LA, have Chib's take over for me." She looked at him as if he'd gone insane. "Tig we're backed up with orders and repairs I can't have you running off to god knows where, what is it that's so damn important?" Tig had only started unbuttoning his work shirt throwing it onto the chair beside the desk. He said nothing more to her only walking out of the office to grab his cut out of his locker and before Gemma could stop him he was pulling out of the lot the red tail lights from his motorcycle fading out of sight