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"Can we go now?" I asked Unser as I watched Tig take a brown paper bag containing his belongings from Officer Eglee.
Tara stood beside me, anxious to leave also. It had no doubt been under direction from the club that she had shown up to bail us out. I'd been released without charge when it was decided I had been an unwilling passenger. Tig however was charged with multiple traffic infringements.
"Yeah" Unser answered as Tig returned to our side. "But, ah somebody else is gonna have to pick up that tow truck from the impound. Your license has been suspended." Unser informed Tig as he turned to head out the door his arm around my shoulders.
I shrugged out from under his arm as he turned back. "What? Why?" he asked.
"You took three arms of law enforcement on a 100 mile an hour goose chase. It'll be two years before you're behind the wheel."
"Are you serious?" Tig asked incredulously. "How the hell am I supposed to work? How am I supposed to ride? C'mon man you'll be dead before I get that license back!" he fumed.
"Get him outta here." Unser said, to neither Tara or I in particular. He had clearly had enough of dealing with Samcro for the day.
"C'mon," I said grabbing his elbow and leading him out the door.
Tara followed quickly behind us. "I'll drop you both at the impound. You can drive the tow truck back right Kat?"
"Nah. I'd prefer someone else to do it." I answered having had more than my fill of forced time with Tig in the last few days.
"Okay sure. I'll call the garage and have someone pick him up then." Tara said as she pulled out her keys and headed over to her car.
"I'll do it." I said pulling out my cell as I followed her. I glanced across at Tig knowing full well who I intended to send to get him. I hoped perhaps it would finally help them to clear the air.
"Was it your bright idea to send Blondie to pick me up Kitty Kat?" He asked as he walked across the lot to greet me later that afternoon as Kozik parked the tow truck.
I raised my eyebrows in response. "Did you talk?" I asked not directly answering his question.
"Yeah we talked." he answered sitting down opposite me, "About how I'm never letting him become Samcro." he continued looking directly into my eyes.
I never could miss when he was being serious. His eyes always become so intense that I swear their blue deepened.
"It's been eight years Tig." I sighed.
"He said that too, but there is not a day that goes by that I don't think about you Kitty Kat and how we used to be. That all changed that night."
"Damn it Tig! It wasn't just that night. We'd been drifting apart for weeks. I'd just caught you in bed with Ima for Christ sake! I was angry. I wanted to hurt you and I obviously succeeded, but Christ Tig – eight years is a long time to hold a grudge against him for it."
"I don't want him anywhere near you Kitty Kat. That's why I can't let him be Samcro."
"Tig nothing is going to happen between me and Kozik. If it were going to don't you think it would have by now?"
"I don't trust him Kitty Kat." He said rising and walking away into the clubhouse letting the door swing shut behind him.
I sighed and watched him go. I hadn't expected his reasoning for not wanting Kozik in town to be concern over my welfare.
I stood beside Tara later that afternoon helping her sort through some papers in the office and work out what needed to be done to keep the garage going in Gemma's absence. Chuckie stood nearby completing an invoice for a customer who was returning later that afternoon to collect their car.
"Hey! Those aren't your god damn tools." Tig suddenly growled across the lot abandoning the car he'd been working on.
"Blow me." I heard Kozik throw back at him.
"What'd you say?" Tig continued.
I moved to the doorway to watch their argument.
"What is up with those two?" Tara asked of no one in particular, coming up beside me and resting against the door frame.
"I'm not sure, but judging by their level of malevolence there has got to be at least one vagina involved." Chuckie answered her in complete seriousness.
Tara looked slightly embarrassed while a red hot blush crept up my cheeks. "Thanks for the insight." She said. Why don't you ah... go check the clubhouse for the receivables?" She asked noting the shade my cheeks had become.
"Sure." Chuckie responded thankfully without looking my way.
"From what I've heard that'd be you, right?" Tara said lightheartedly turning her attention to me.
"Yeah maybe." I said biting my lip hoping that would be the end of the conversation.
"Listen Kat? Have you um got a minute?" Tara asked suddenly as she headed back into the office and waited for me to follow.
"Sure Tara. What's up?" I asked following her and closing the door behind me. Somehow I knew that our conversation was about to take a much more personal level for her.
"Look um I probably have no right to ask you this, you being Jax's sister and all but I figured since you work in the ER you might have some contacts."
"What is it you need to ask me Tara?" I asked seeing a torn up look of fear and sadness in her eyes.
"I um need somewhere for an abortion, off the books, anonymous. Your work in the ER and that would put girls who need that in your path right?" She asked I could tell with trepidation perhaps even an element of fear; not fear in the figurative sense but a fear of being judged. She was right. I had seen that same fear quite a few times during my career as an ER doctor.
"I could get some contacts for you if you'd like."
"Thanks Kat." She said with a small sigh of relief. "I didn't know who else I could trust."
"Does Jax know?" I asked.
"No." She said quietly, "and I'd prefer to keep it that way."
"That's fine Tara. I'm not about to tell him. It's not my place."
"He has so much going on right now. It's not the right time and we've only just started things up again really. It's just too soon." She said feeling no doubt that she had to explain herself to me. I could tell her words were as much to convince herself that she was doing the right thing.
"I'll make some calls Tara and see where I can get you in." I said reassuringly placing my hand on her arm.
"Thanks Kat. I appreciate it." She said I could tell filled with so many mixed emotions.
"Thanks for today Kat." Tara said from beside me as I pulled to a stop at a red light.
"It's okay Tara. You know I'll ..." my words were cut short as I felt the impact of a car running up the back of mine.
"What the hell?" Tara exclaimed from beside me.
"Someone just hit us." I said glancing in the mirror and seeing a young Spanish woman get out of the car behind. "Are you alright?" I asked Tara.
"Yeah." she said unbuckling her seatbelt.
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry." Exclaimed the young Spanish woman as I got out to go check the back of my car.
"it's okay. It doesn't look like there's much damage." I said running my hand over the chrome of my rear bumper, looking at it in the light of the other car's headlights.
"Hey, I know you." She said I could tell feigning confusion as Tara got out of the car. "Your Jax Teller's girl right?"
"Um..." Tara hesitated momentarily and I tried to catch her eye before she answered affirmatively. I didn't like this at all. Alarm bells were screaming through my head telling me that this was no random hit and run. "Yeah .." Tara continued confused. "Who are you?" She asked.
"I'm his girl." She said pulling a gun on us as her male partner got out of the car behind us.
"Woah." I said backing up a little and placing my hands up.
"The brunettes his old lady." the Spanish girl said as he walked forward.
"What about the blonde? She an old lady too?"
"Ah I'm a Doctor at St Thomas hospital and um Kat is one too." Tara tried to explain from beside me. I knew no amount of explaining or words were going to talk us out of this. Whoever these people were they were after Tara for some reason. I sighed wondering what kind of shit the club was embroiled in now.
"Check her ink." The man ordered the girl.
I gasped at the other woman's strength as she slammed me against the trunk of my car and lifted the back of my top. "Oh yeah. She's an old lady alright." She said when her eyes fell upon the crow that flew up my back. She pinned my hands behind my back and shoved me into the backseat of the car as Tara was almost thrown in the other side.
Shit. I thought to myself as the car reversed back and sped off around my car, leaving it there in the middle of the intersection. Why the hell I'd never gotten Tig's crow covered I have no idea. But I knew they probably would have taken me anyway. I could identify them and help search for Tara had they let me go. What they wanted I had no idea but as I sat there in that car watching out the window to where they were taking us I found myself reminiscing again; thinking once again upon what Tig and I had once had.
It was the eve of my eighteenth birthday and I had just stepped in the door after helping out at the garage all day. I was wrecked, covered in grease and hot and sweaty after the heat of the day.
I didn't know where Tig was. He had said he'd be home late. I didn't ask why. I never did.
I walked into our bedroom, stripping my clothes off as I went and dumping them into the hamper in the corner of the adjoining bathroom. I flicked on the shower and stepped into the steaming hot water. Tig always commented on how pink my skin was when I was done. I washed all the grease from my hands and arms before tipping my head back with my eyes closed letting the water run over them and down through my hair. I always wore it long and loose. Tig liked it that way.
I felt the temperature of the water drop before I felt his hand run down my side and cup my ass. I smiled and leaned back into him. "I thought you were going to be late."
"I wouldn't be anywhere else the night before your birthday baby." he murmured against my ear.
"Hmm." I murmured as his hand traveled back across my hip and down between my folds and over the slick wetness of my opening.
"You like that baby?" He murmured before trailing the tip of his tongue along the back of my ear.
"You know I do Tiggy." I gasped as I felt his fingers slide into me. "Oh god Tig." I moaned pressing my head back into his chest as his other hand held tight to my body while his fingers continued to dip in and out of me.
"That's it my little jail bait." He murmured against my ear as he felt my walls begin to tighten around his fingers. "Come for me baby."
The sound of my own moan and whimpers filled my ears as the electrifying heat of my orgasm began to rip through me. "Fuck Tiggy." I gasped as I came down from my high and his fingers slid from me.
He turned me in his embrace and lowered his lips to mine, pressing them hard against them. I drank in his taste and smell just like I did every time he kissed me. I'm sure most of the crow eaters and even some of the other old ladies thought I was infatuated with Tig, in way over my head and maybe I was, but I loved him and I knew he loved me. I knew that with what he said next.
"Katherine baby." He murmured as he held me close, pressing my naked body against his own, "I can't wait to ink my crow on you tomorrow."
I smiled a small smile up at him, glad that he still wanted to. Dad had made us wait until I was legal and a small part me had always been afraid that he would change his mind.
"I can't wait either Tiggy." I said reaching up and brushing my fingers across his lips.
He kissed my finger before he spoke again. "Happy early birthday my little jail bait."
"I'm not your little jail bait any more from tomorrow." I said back.
I noticed the slight frown that fell across his face before his features softened once again as he spoke. "You'll always be my little jail bait baby." He said running his fingers down my cheek.
I swiped the tears away from my eyes as I thought back upon that night and how happy I'd been. I didn't want Tara seeing them. I couldn't let anyone see how much he was getting under my skin again.
