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"Vickie?" Tig asked
"What are you doing here Tig?" I replied not lowering my gun at all.
He flashed me that bad boy smile that all the ladies fell for. He was leaning on the side of my barn door blood coming from the corner of his lip and it looked as if he was hurt, really hurt. The inner part of me wanted to keep him at arms length tell him to leave like I did last time but the rational human being side of me was telling me I needed to help him. "You know me babe, I'm just doing what I do best getting into trouble."
I rolled my eyes, typical. But I knew that I wasn't going to shoot him, didn't mean he needed to know that though. I was always unpredictable around Tig and he knew that. That's all that mattered right now "What happened?"
"Let's just say pretty boy didn't appreciate his wife taking an interest in someone else."
I felt a slight pain in my heart at his words, so he really hadn't changed. "So are you going to sit there with that gun pointed at me all day or can you help me."
After a slight hesitation I dropped my gun placing it behind me in the waist of my jeans and walked over to him. I placed his arm over my shoulder and helped him into my house. My house was nothing fantastic it was a two story two bedroom home. Its walls were a nice shade of dark oak to the right of the front door was my cozy living room and to the left was the kitchen and dining room straight down the hallway was my bedroom and office and bathroom and down the stairs was the den which more or less had a lot of storage, things from my past that I tried to hide from.
Apparently not all of it stayed buried. As we came in through the door Tig was getting harder to hold up and we ended up stumbling into the wall. Which earned a loud bark from Veguara my two year old blue nose pit bull. Could be a real shit head when she wanted to be but she has protected me more than a couple times. She came around the corner and barred her teeth slightly at the stranger in the house but when I petted her head as I walked by, she knew I was safe.
I finally was able to make it to the couch where I let him go and he slumped into my couch. I told Tig I would be right back and walked to my bathroom. I bent down to the cupboard that was below the sink and rummaged around for my first aid kit. Once I grabbed it, I stood up and took one look at myself in the mirror. I was pretty plain if you asked me or at least now I am back when I knew Tig and everyone else I looked a lot more stunning. I always had my honey blonde hair dyed black with subtle red highlights in them and it was always down and either straight or my natural curls tamed so it wasn't so wild and I always had make up on around my eyes so it made the creamy blue eyes pop and my choice in clothing always showed my fierce but innocent personality. But since I left that life go I stopped dying my hair and it was frizzy wild curly disaster and I always pulled it up out of my face, I stopped wearing makeup and I was always wearing shoes or boots, jeans and a plaid shirt. And to be honest there are times where I wish I still looked the way I use to, I always had eyes on me and now I'm just plain. But I pushed that thought into the back of my mind before I let it go any farther and dwell too far into the past.
I came around the corner to the living room and I found Tig shirtless inspecting his wound. I could feel the heat rush to my face as I tried to ignore the racing of my heart. He still had that effect on me and I refused to accept that fact. He made eye contact with me and I could see the smirk on his face start to come across. I rolled my eyes I would not let him have the satisfaction of knowing what he can still do to me. "Lean back so I can look at it."
"Yes ma'am"
I placed the kit on the table and sat beside him. By the looks of it he got shot in the chest on the right side just below his shoulder. I shook my head but opened the kit, grabbing out what I needed to clean and dress his wound. "Careful darling this will hurt."
Seeing the painful look on his face caused me to smile smugly. In my mind he deserved it. After about 45 minutes we were done. "Alright well that's all I can do. I've just temporarily stopped the bleeding so I suggest you call Gemma to come get you and bring you to the Chibs."
He looked at me slightly with what looked to be curiosity in his eyes. But he didn't argue he knew he wasn't welcome here with me anymore and he grabbed his shirt heading outside for what I supposed was a smoke. I was just leaving the bathroom from putting the kit back when he walked back in. He stood awkwardly in the doorway before he asked. "She will be here in a half an hour I hate to ask but you got anything for the pain Vickie it hurts like a bitch."
I nodded my head and went into the kitchen pulled out a bottle of ibuprofen and gave him a few. He nodded his head and swallowed them. "You hungry? I have some of my supper left that I was saving for tomorrow but you can have it." I told him nodding my head in the direction of the steak on the counter I had yet to wrap
When he didn't say anything I placed it on the counter and pushed it his way. "Go on eat, it's still hot. Want anything to drink?"
"You got beer?"
"What kind of a question is that?" I asked amused
"Well you have changed so much I wasn't sure if that had to."
The smile that was on my face fell at the painful remark "I changed because I had to Tig not because I wanted to and you know that." I said coldly sliding a beer in front of him.
He went quite after that, we both knew nothing needed to be said as the fight that would occur wouldn't be pretty. About twenty minutes later he had finished eating in complete silence while I grabbed his plate and headed to do the dishes. "So you going to tell me the real reason why you end up here on my farm and not just back at the club you could have called someone?"
"Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to. I thought you would have learned that one babe."
"Stop calling me that and I think I have a right to know since you are in my home and I did help you when I could have just kicked you to the curb."
Like you did I thought "Nothing for you to worry about."
"You mean nothing for me to know, club business I know. That's all it is with you."
After a few minutes of silence Tig asked the one question I did not want to answer. "Weren't you happy?"
"What do you mean?" I tried acting oblivious.
"You know what I mean. I gave you everything a home, money, clothes a life. Hell Vic we were trying for a family. What did I do?"
"It wasn't about that, it wasn't even the club. I could handle that...look at the life I was surrounded by since I was a child. It was the fact that you hide things, your life is the club it beckons you go running, it was because through everything you could never say that you loved me and I couldn't…never mind I don't know why I'm telling you this it's over it's in the past."
I felt his rough hand grab my upper arm whirling me around to face him. "You couldn't what huh?"
When I was quiet I felt his grip tighten and his face come closer. "Why? Don't I deserve that much after you left with no explanation as to why?"
"Because I couldn't bear to see you where my dad is okay does that satisfy you?"
"You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to be my old lady." He said I could see the anger in his eyes.
"It wasn't jail I was afraid of it was you going away forever okay!"
I shoved him away from me pacing to the other side of the kitchen throwing my hands up in the air in frustration, "I couldn't live with not touching you, I couldn't live with having a family with you just for you to be behind a glass fucking wall okay. I didn't feel safe anymore, not after the club threw my mothers life away. I couldn't do it without you so I left!"
I could see the battling of emotions in his eyes as he tried to choose his words carefully. When a knock came on the door and Gemma strode in with her boots clicking against the floor. When she spotted us in the kitchen she could sense the tension in the room. "Hello Victoria."
"Hi Gemma. He is already for you."
"Okay baby it was nice to see you, Tig?"
"I'll be right there Gemma."
She nodded her head and started for the door but turned around and looked at me one last time and said in her mama tone. "You know baby we all miss you especially Jax and Juice. You should come for a supper one day. Catch up." "I'll think about it."
"Alright you know where to find me, it really was nice to see you again."
I flashed a smile at her. I loved Gemma and I had deep respect for her. She stepped up and became my mom when my mom had a fall out with drugs and never looked back. But when I severed my ties with the club well she went with it. Tig started after Gemma before he turned around and said. "You know you never had to leave, you know how much I cared for you. I never thought I had to say it to you but I hope your happy now in this make believe life you're living. But what she said was true everyone does miss you. It's definitely different."
With one more look at me, he was gone. I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding and stared after the man I had once loved. Trying so hard to ignore the truth that was lingering in those words.
