Life is hardly fair. And it had hardly ever been fair to Tig. Like most of the club members, Sam Crowe was his family. Take it away and he didn't have much else.
But this...this was unfair.
Twig stood alone in the dark apartment and pressed his fingers together, inhaling deeply. The scent of aftershave caught in his throat and clung to everything in the one bedroom apartment. It was spicy and hung in the air. He closed his eyes and desperately tried not to let himself lose it. It was hard though, the smell brought back the past and cemented it in reality.
Kozik wasn't going to be coming back. Kozik was gone.
When Clay had told him, Tig had been shocked with numbness. He didn't have time to think about it there was too much club shit to take care of. But now, standing in the empty apartment, the full weight of that statement hit him.
Kozik was gone and there was nothing left of him to bury. They couldn't even have a funeral for him, he was just another person that disappeared.
"Fuck!" Tig cried out in outrage, knocking a lamp over violently. The sound it made was so loud that Tig felt right down to his core. He'd been so arrogant and stupid!
Tig had left so much unsaid between them, and he was never going to get a chance to make things right.
He walked woodenly to the kitchen and stared at the dishes in the sink and the paper on the table, signs that Kozik had been there. Moving to the bed room he froze and just barely made it through the doorway.
The smell was stronger here. And Tig realized the truth, he'd missed Kozik. Missed him for a long time. Turning his head he looked at the bedside table and photo on it. It was him and Kozik sitting at a picnic table having a beer, with Missy between them.
The emotion was too much, even for a guy like him. With no one around to see, he collapsed on the bed and cried quietly.
Once upon a time, he'd had a family and he'd been happy, now he really had nothing left.