Interestingly enough, this is my first venture into the world of SOA. This comes from an obvious need for more quality Tig fiction out in the SOA universe. I tried to meld the obvious sexual sadist Tig with the more complex and under appreciated over-protective Tig that is rarely shown but oh-so loved.
This story is going to expand alongside season 6, starting with episode one. I have made minor alterations to the timeline for the stories own purposes. If you aren't up to date on SOA, you may want to avoid reading because of obvious spoilers.
As this is a Tig story, typical warnings apply. I dabble in the explicit smut containing kinks and fetishes that may not be for everyone. I'm stepping things up a notch because there aren't many things I can picture Tig saying no too. He's a big boy, he can handle it. Also, I feel compelled to warn you against foul language and some graphic references to torture, drug use, racial slurs, and a few other tidbits that may not be everyone's cup of tea.
Seeing Lyla Winston beaten and battered like a forgotten rag doll had really gotten to Tig. The other guys all coddled Opie's widow, carrying her to the couch and patting her knee, but the entire time all Tigg saw was red. Blood red. The girl was one of the sweetest little things he'd ever met. He found it hard to contain his rage as he followed Jax, Happy, and Chibs inside the facility at the navy docks, guns raised at the heads of those sand-niggers.
What they found inside was more than Tig could bear. One girl was spread open wide, being gang raped on a mattress in front of the camera while one prick held her down. Another girl was chained in a cage in the corner as a handful of parsik's sat in the corner, directing the show.
Tig's entire face fell. This isn't what he needed today. It was more than he could possibly deal with. Jax had barely let the words "Get her out of there" slip past his lips before Tig crossed the room, working with Chibs in tandem to get the poor girl in lacey lingerie out of the cage, free from the chains binding her wrists.
He watched Happy hand the girl on the mattress something to cover up with. The poor girl was petrified, shaking and scared. He got the sneaking suspicion that they were being held against their will. This wasn't a job for them, but a death sentence. Tig took a few steps backwards, distancing himself from the girls.
"Got anudder one." Chibs muttered, motioning towards the corner.
Sure enough, hidden behind shipping crates, was another girl, naked, hanging limply from her wrists by a hook in the ceiling. The zip tie supporting her cut deep into the soft flesh of her wrists, soaked in blood.
"I know her." Nero said. "She used to work for me at the escort service a few years ago. Her name's Adelise. "
Tig paused, noting the battered form in front of him. She had long, dark hair and pale porcelain skin. Her entire right arm was covered in bright ink. Another tattoo of large flowers was on her hip, then a portrait of a dog covered her left thigh.
He noticed the burn marks on her naked hip, accompanied by a multitude of bruises. Blood was dried down the lengths of both of her inner thighs, dripping languidly down to her tattooed feet. More blood dripped down her chin, not only from the cut in her lip, but the opposite side as well.
Her naked arm had bruises near her elbow; track marks. Not from years, or even months, of abuse. These were fresh marks, given in the past few days. They had drugged the poor little creature into a coma.
He couldn't help but note the similarities. Just his mind playing tricks on him again. It seemed like eternity before he noticed. "She's not breathing."
Chibs placed two ungloved fingers to the side of her throat. "Keep yer pants on, boyo. This one's alive." He chuckled, darkly. "She's got a faint pulse."
Nero shrugged off his sweater, handing it to Tig as Chibs pulled out his knife, slicing the zip tie with a flick of the wrist and catching her in the other hand. From the new angle, Tig caught a glimpse of a trail of blacked out birds of varying size, following the curve of her back flying behind her ear. Two streams of blood flowed down her shoulder blades, stopping just above the round of her ass. He could see the gashes in her skin, marring perfect alabaster flesh. He spotted on her hip a gun, tattooed slightly above the dog portrait, strapped into an invisible holster. The poor girl. She was about the same age, as well. He was sure she didn't deserve to be treated like this. Few people deserved to be tortured for some rag head's sick amusement.
"Little 'elp." Chibs muttered, awkwardly supporting the naked girl in his arms. His words roused Tig from his trance-like state.
Then Tig was there, holding open the sweater and catching the girl, wrapping her in his arms. It had been months, still he felt like a father again, cradling this girl in his arms as she fell limp against him. He whispered, more to himself, "I've got you, sweetheart" as the first shots were fired. Chibs was quick to react. Tig eased the girl down, laying her at his feet before he drew his weapon.
He fired off a few shots, missing the dune coons by a few inches. Ultimately, SAMCRO gained the upper hand in just a few minutes. The victory was short lived when the cops burst into the warehouse.
"Get on the ground!"
"Let me see your hands! Get 'em on your head! Now!"
Tig sank to his stomach beside Chibs, placed his palms flat against his haphazard dark curls. He rolled his head to the side, keeping his stark cobalt gaze trained on the broken girl to his right. He noted the curves of her cheeks, how round her face was. He imagined reaching out to touch her, to comfort her, how soft her skin would be. "It's gonna be okay, Dawnie." He whispered. "It'll be okay."
They could hear the screams from the lobby. Tig's face pricked at the shrill noise of terror, barely muffled by the distance. The fatherly instincts in him again, he wanted to be there to comfort her. He leaned against the goddess bar, one hand on his neck, the other on his belt buckle. It was a few moments before Nero came back downstairs.
"What the 'ell 'appened ta yew?" Chibs chuckled. Tig looked up to see Nero's shirt soaked in water.
"Let's just say she finally woke up."
"She alright?" Tig asked.
"Uh, she had more than a few things to say about the Iranians after she realized where she was. We got her cleaned up, the doctor went in to see her."
"What she say about the warehouse?" Tig questioned.
"When she left the escort business, she went to Las Vegas with her boyfriend at the time. He got her a meeting with some bigwig executives for some porn agency. Turns out, it was a set up. Prick sold her to the Persians." Nero sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Those marks on her back? They had her suspended from the ceiling from meat hooks at one point. She passed out from the pain, woke up with some guys dick in her mouth, pissing down the back of her throat. She panicked and bit him, so then they shot her up."
"Heroin?" Chibs asked.
"Yeah… it's gonna be a rough couple of days for her. Doc's gonna give her something for it."
"Wha' about the blood on 'er legs?" Chibs muttered. "She was raped?"
"Apparently, that was just her own."
"Explains why they were usin' 'er mouth." Chibs muttered.
"She's been through a lot." Tig grunted.
"Tough girl." Chibs agreed, looking up at the clock on the wall. "S'about time. We don' wanna be late ta see Barosky."
"She gonna be safe here?" Tig asked Nero.
"Yeah, she'll stay here and rest up until she decides what she wants to do. She's safe here."
"Yeah, yeah. Alright, good." Tig nodded. He tired to remain calm. Inside he was raging made. He wanted vengeance. If Jax wasn't gonna be the one to let him have it, he was going to have to go rogue. "Let's go meet the crooked cop."