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It strikes me as odd that Sam doesn't want to speak to his president. Sampler has always been loyal to his president and his club. It makes me wonder what has been going on in the years that I was away.
The garage is closing up and the guys are gathering around the picnic table where Sampler and I are sitting. The whole setting gives me that 'old-lawn-chair porch' feeling. Everyone has a cold beer in their hand and is hanging or sitting around talking and listening to the songs Sam is singing and playing on his guitar. Since Bobby joined in there are remarkably more Elvis songs in the repertoire, next to the classic oldies and biker songs.
Gemma stands next to Clay, leaning into him, her head resting against his shoulder and her hand lovingly placed on his chest. I smile, she is such a mother hen, she is looking out over her boys with pride and a satisfied smile appears on her face when she looks over the crowd.
I grin when I think that she is like Wendy, looking after 'the lost boys' from Never land. She is standing on her toes and whispers something in Clay's ear. In return his big hands move over her back to her ass, pulling her close as he kisses her. Clay certainly ain't no Peter Pan, more like a Captain Hook, but who cares. They are a true couple, both fierce, both respectful and they share something that most of us can only dream about.
A cold bottle of beer against my back makes me jump and breaks me out of my thoughts. "If you want my attention, there are nicer ways to go about it Tig."
He is standing behind me and rolls the cold bottle again over my skin. "I can think of a few, but they are either not so much fun or inappropriate in public. He nods in the direction of Gemma who is waving at us. "Queen wants to talk to you."
"What a shame," I get up and pop out my hip coyly bumping into him, "I was just thinking about all the fun inappropriate ways for you to get my attention."
He lets out a deep low growl and I smile at him when I see him checking me out with a dirty look in his eyes.
With a little extra sway in my walk, knowing that Tig will follow my moves, I walk towards Gemma and ask what it is she needs me for. "We are going to throw together a last minute barbeque. Make a few simple salads, some bread and whatever else."
"Really? That would be great!" I reply restraining myself from bouncing up and down like a child, barbeques aren't a frequent thing for me. "Feels like the perfect night for it."
It is strange, but I am really starting to enjoy this family thing that they got going on here. The easiness in how everyone interacts with each other. "You think we will be in time to get all the meat and things from the shops?"
Gemma gives me a confident smile and shakes her head telling me not to doubt her abilities to get things organized when she has her mind set to it. "No problem."
I feel all happy at the thought and I bring the news to the guys. The idea of a barbeque is well received and Gemma sends the prospect to the butcher to collect the meat and we go to the grocery shops to get the things we need for the salads and other barbeque necessities.
When we get back the guys are about to fire up the barbeque in true SOA fashion. I look at the scene in front of me as Gemma and I step out of her car and can't help laughing. "Men and their barbeques." I laugh as I watch the scene unfold. Tig seems to be one of the prime instigators to cause a huge burning flame coming from the barbeque. Maybe suffering a little 'Peter Pan Syndrome', you know when boys refuse to mature and grow up. I make a mental note to keep a bucket of water within reach. "Hey hotshot." I shout at him, "If you want anything that's not cremated at least twice before it hits your plate, I suggest you'd better get those flames down."
Gemma and I carry the shopping inside and leave the boys at their playground. "I really like this idea Gemma, I can't remember the last time I had a barby."
"It is nice to have everyone together and it is important to be together as a family."
Two young women walk in and both kiss Gemma as a greeting. They are introduced to me as Lyla and Tara, respectively Opie's and Jax's old ladies. "I am Sue."
They are both very friendly and welcoming. "Oh you're the one with the old man in Vegas who fucked Tig on the side." Lyla says, she has no intention to make me feel uncomfortable, she is just looking for confirmation. I stare back at her in disbelieve at her forwardness and I just don't know what to say. "You're the one that Ope and Jax picked up from the side of the road weren't it?" It sounds like she doubts herself now.
Well, ain't she pretty straight forward in an innocent kind of way? I see the exchange between Gemma and Tara which says something along the same lines. I clear my throat and give an awkward, funny smile. "I am not often lost for words, but er … I suppose you are right. I am also the one who skinned Koz out of his money and had a little run in with a curvy blond the other day."
Lyla nods. "Yup I heard, Tanny is still all pissed off about that." The three women laugh and I inwardly sigh a breath of relief. Tara and Lyla brought the kids over for the barbeque and judging by the songs outside, mister kindergarten has started the entertainment show. I go outside, play with the kids and cater for the guys getting them refills, plates and whatever else they are needing. After a good hour and a half everyone is fed and things have calmed down significantly. I sit down a little out of the group, just watching them all and enjoying the entertainment show. Clay, Tig, Happy, and Chibs are hanging around the barbeque drinking their beers and talking animatedly. Now everyone has eaten, the barbeque has regained its attraction as a burner. Jax's little one is on chibs' hip and hanging on his arm, Clay is supplying him with napkins and other rubbish to throw on the fire. The little boy has the time of his life and his sweet face lights up with the encouraging words and yells from Happy and Tig every time he throws something new on the barbeque.
Sampler, Bobby, Koz and Juice are talking and Sam catches my eye as I look at them. He winks at me and takes another pull of his beer. I blink both my eyes at him telling him I am fine and just enjoying myself. Tara, Gemma and Lyla are having what I assume will be old ladies talk and are keeping their protective eyes on the children.
I feel happy, this will be a night that I will remember for a long time. I close my eyes and listen to the sounds of the men and women talking around me. I love being on my own. I like being in crowds and tonight was great, but I need my alone time. Everything feels right now, better than I could have imagined. I am back on the good side of the SAMCRO guys, there are no hard feelings anymore between me and Koz, Tig and I are back to our flirty ways and to top it off I am really excited that I got to hang out with Sampler. My parole situation is a lot easier and that too took a weight of my shoulders, there is nothing really that can stop me now. Finally things are starting to fall back into place.
Tara, Lyla and Gemma come over to me to say goodbye, they are going to take the kids home since it is still a normal weekday. We all hug as we say our goodbyes and for the first time I feel something that comes close to acceptance. I never felt anything close to this around any group of people, not even in Vegas or in Indian Hills for that matter. Tough Vegas definitely was the worst, in Indian Hills people just never understood my being there. In Vegas, they knew damn well, but unless Sam was there, things weren't as good spirited as it is tonight.
"You alright Sue?" Tig has his foot on the bench and is leaning with his arm on his leg and holds a bottle of beer loosely in his hand.
"Couldn't be better." I say and show Tig a genuine smile. I wrinkle my nose at him and he takes his sunglasses off and sticks them in the front of his shirt. "You do know you smell like a forest fire?"
"Do you want to take control of the fire hose baby?" He straightens himself and starts to undo the belt of his jeans.
"Put it away Tig, don't give me any idea's, you have no idea what I am capable off." I say and close my eyes again.
He is silent for a minute and through my eyelashes I can see him studying my face. "You're saying goodbye aren't you?"
I open my eyes and look at him, surprised that he has me figured out so well. I never stay too long at one place and even though I like to pack up and move on, but sometimes it is just hard to say goodbye. "Yeah, I guess I am silently saying my goodbyes. Tonight was perfect. There is nothing left that I need to make right or set straight. Happy had the prospect pick up a new back windshield for my truck and Gemma said it should be ready early tomorrow."
He strokes my face in one of those manly ways that gives me the chills. Not overly showing affection, just a hand that starts somewhere above my forehead and strokes down over my face, messing my hair up and pulling it in front of my eyes. "You ever thought about staying Sue?"
His question surprises me and I reorganize my hair. Did he think about me staying? "Not really, what is there to stay for babe? Apart from the smoking hot sex with you obviously." I keep both arms up letting my hands rest in my hair as I meet his eyes in a challenging stare.
"That should be good enough reason." His tongue sweeps over his lips and his eyes drift off to my cleavage that I truthfully have on display by keeping my arms above my head.
If I am really honest with myself, I do think I will miss Tig. He is a crazy son of a bitch, unpredictable in a fascinating way but at the same time he is pretty straight forward about other things. I'll survive, worst case scenario, it will take me three days of self petty and then everything goes back to normal. I am not scared of leaving, sometimes it hurts a little but always less than when things go south after staying.
"It will be good for while, until you get bored with me and move on to the next flavor of the week and then what?" I laugh when I say those words, but they hold more truth to them then I am trying to let on. Tig doesn't correct me either, it seems like he is trying to envision himself the possibility of that situation. Before he can respond I continue talking. "Honestly Tig, I would go stir crazy here. Don't get me wrong, I love this little town, the peace and quiet, it makes me feel like I am on vacation. I am sure there will be nights when I am all alone, sleeping in my truck, that I will miss all this." And you I inwardly add. He reaches with his hand to my face, holding my chin and letting his thumb softly brush over my lips. The subtle movement feels intimate and instinctively my lips part slightly when the rough pad of his thumb moves over my lips, causing a tingling sensation. Regroup Sue, don't make this any harder than it already is. "Charming has nothing to offer me. You said it yourself in Oakland, I go were trouble takes me, remember. I cause a lot of shit when I get bored. Clay would skin me alive if I start stirring up his town and I am sure I will get my own private cell at the local police station with my own wall paper and shit."
"Charming isn't boring." Tig says and he sounds offended.
"That's not what I mean and you know it, what will I do here Tig? Work in the grocery store, the petrol station? Lock myself out so I can break into my own apartment, hustle the elderly people out of their pensions?" I hear him sigh in disagreement. "You tell me then why I should stay." I challenge him again.
"You stay with me tonight." It isn't a request nor is it an order. He just informs me of how it is going to be.
"I can do that." I whisper.
Tig leans forward and places a possessive kiss on my lips, sharply biting my lower lip and tugging it before he releases it. I suck my lip in and rub it with my tongue to sooth the stinging. "Mine." He says firmly before he turns around and walks away. I let my head fall back again, taking in a deep breath that fills my lungs. Life is so much easier on the road. There is time enough to think when I am gone, I am not going to spend my last hours here wondering and pondering about things that I can't do anything about. It is time to party. I get up and make my way towards the clubhouse on a mission for another beer. I am collecting the empty bottles on my way, to dispose them and have a look around who wants me to bring another cold one back out.
When I return with the full bottles of beer, Sampler is talking on his cell phone away from the others. I smile, stubborn guy finally decided to call back his Press. I pass around the beers and talk to the guys when my eyes land on Sampler again. He is kicking invisible rocks while he is pacing up and down. I guess he is receiving an ass chewing for being MIA for most of the day. I really want to know what is been said on the phone. When Sampler comes back he is agitated.
"Boss gave you a hard time?" I ask him carefully, trying to pry for a little information.
He turns his head to me and dismisses me with the look in his eyes.
"Ssssh, it's alright baby, I won't ask no more." I know when to let go and this is one of those times.
He pulls me close and holds me tight. "I am sorry Sue." He says. The words sound too heavy and too loaded for this particular moment. What exactly is he sorry for?
"Anything I need to know Sam?" I ask him straight up.
"Nothing suugs, it'll be fine. Go out and play." He smirks but I can tell it is forced.
"Tig asked me to stay with him tonight." I say bluntly. His eyes narrow and I prepare myself for a brotherly 'hell no, you stay with me, this has gone far enough' speech.
"Good." He says and pushes me away from him.
Good? Did he really say good? Is there anything wrong with me? I know I should be happy with this simple and easy approval, but in a strange way it upsets me. He was supposed to give me a little resistance at least, not just 'good' and then shove me to the side. I turn around and hold my head sideways. "With the risk of being overly female and coming across as insecure, you do still love me right?"
"I will always love you suugs, I just want what's best for you."
I nod and turn to walk away. What's best for me. He said that to Tig earlier. What is best for me? I feel like Sampler is pushing me away.
Sam goes back to his guitar, I am sure he enjoys playing, but it feels more like he needs to get stuff wrapped in his head. I am not complaining, it brings so much atmosphere to the evening. I love hearing him sing, the real emotion in his voice makes it that you can feel it inside. I am singing along and dancing a little to the music when Happy walks up to me and isolates me even more from the group by forcing me back by just his presence. When I backed up far enough he put his hand loosely on my back and moves along with me to the rhythm of the music. "What's this Hap? You don't strike me as a dancer, seems a little out of character for you dude."
A low rumble comes from the back of his throat. "Actions speak louder than words." He gently pushes me closer to his body. My eyes search for Sampler and he gives me a small nod that is hardly noticeable to anyone else. "Asking for permission Suzy Sue?" Hap says in a low voice, his words seem challenging, but at the same time appreciative of my action.
"Old habits are hard to break." I say casually, a little caught off guard that he is so on to me. I glance over to Tig and see that he is focused more on me and Happy. I drop my head just enough to show him my submission and slowly blink my eyes, hoping it will tell him that I know I am his tonight.
I hear some sort of chuckle come from Happy. "You are an alright bitch Suzy Sue. Tig will be fine, he's my brother."
Hap has a real gentle side to him when we are slowly moving in synch with the music. He doesn't overstep his boundaries by touching or grabbing me like most men would. He isn't making a point by 'dancing' with me and I am starting to relax and enjoy being close with him. His arms are stretched out, keeping me close to him and I move in between his arms, bringing my hair up with my hands. I turn my back to him and go down to my knees before slowly getting back up and turn facing him again. "You sure know how to move mister." I say with a wink.
"I know a few other moves too that I am sure you will like." He says and lets his hand fall a little lower on my ass.
"You hitting on me Hap?" I ask in a mock way, but I still my words have that little edge to it to let him know I am not playing that game with him.
"I just need to be close to you." I feel him put something in the back pocket of my jeans. "Your keys. Pick-up is good to go."
"You fixed it Hap?"
"Don't tell anyone."
The song comes to an end and he squeezes me ever so slightly. "Lay of the booze for tonight Suzy."
Before I can ask him why, he is already walking back to Tig. Happy puts his hand on Tig's shoulder and they exchange a few words before they both clunk their bottles of beer to each other. Tig looks at me and I give him a smile. Tig doesn't seem too bothered no more, there is even a hint of pride in the way he looks at me. It makes me very conscious of myself and even a little shy. I figured Tig as being a jealous type of guy, but I guess he is more tolerant when it comes to some than others. He seems alright that I danced around Hap, can't really say that Happy 'danced' with me. I seriously doubt he would be alright if it had been Koz or even Juice if this morning was any indication.
Juice has taken over the music with his laptop so Sam can spend some time talking to his brothers. I am sitting next to Juice and I am walking through the collection of songs that he has stored on there. Together we come to a good playlist.
I walk to Tig and he holds his arm up for me to dive under it and slip in against his side. He is rubbing circles on the small of my back and I am softly humming to the tunes that are coming through the speakers. Hap and Tig are talking and I don't feel like mixing in their conversation, they're not really acknowledging me anyways. I am mentally closing up for the night. It has been good and I am done with it really, when Tig is up for it I want to take this party somewhere more private.
Sampler joins us and looks from me to Tig. "Tig can I borrow your lady for a minute?"
I grin, I don't know why but Sampler is still pushing me up Tig. Tig loosens his arm from me. "All yours brother, as long as I get her back without a scratch."
Sam takes me further down the lot, away from the little group that had gathered around me, Tig and Happy. "What's up Sam?"
He cups my face in his hands and looks me in my eyes. "You know I will always keep you safe right?"
"I know babes, what is this about?" I ask him and I snake my arms around his neck. "You always looked out for me."
"You are coming back to Vegas with me tomorrow." He says in a serious tone of voice.
"I haven't planned where I am going, but Vegas is a station that I already passed. I have nothing left to go back to in Vegas. I promise I will keep in touch and come and visit some time." I hold him tight making sure he knows that I will keep my promise, even though I know I never will. "I will be fine Sam, I don't need you to have my back. I lost myself, my independence and my confidence in the last two years. I am not half the woman I used to be and I need to be on the road, find my way and find myself."
"This is not a request." The words are hard and I feel the grip of his hands tighten on my wrists as he keeps my arms around his neck. "This is one of those things that you need to do for me."
"I am sorry Sam. I can't go back to Vegas."
"You didn't hear me Sue, I will tell you one more time and I am not going to repeat myself again. This is not a request, you are coming back with me. We leave tomorrow."
"Why?" I quietly fight against his grip, trying to make him let go of my arms. "What do you need me for?"
"Press wants you back in the City."
"I fucking bet he does." I mumble under my breath as I pull hard to free myself from Sampler. This is not how I wanted this evening to end and I am not going to lose my temper and cause a scene either. "I am calling it a night." I say as I walk back towards the crowd in front of the clubhouse.
"SUE." Without raising his voice he calls my name, follows me and blocks my path. I want to pass him by but he steps to the side copying my moves. He is moving forward forcing me to back up. I swear he used to be a sheepdog in a former life, because he sure as hell knows how to herd me back in my pen.
"Is that why you asked Tig to take me of your hands?" I ask him, things are clicking together, but I can't be sure.
He narrows his eyes at me. "Eavesdropping again Sue? Yes, you could have stayed here if he wanted you."
"It didn't make sense to me, you said you didn't want me to end up with him. I knew something was up when you were so pushy and supportive all of a sudden. I guess Vince will have a fucking hard time ordering me back to the city if the mother charter's sergeant at arms takes me on as his old lady."
"Sue, it is the only way out that I could think of. I don't like to see you with Tig, what is he? Fifteen years older than you? He has weird streaks suugs, he never had an old lady in the last fuck knows how many years, but he seems to take a shine to you and maybe it would even work out between the two of you. You are crazy and a bit out of the box yourself, but you accept and understand a lot more than other women."
"You mean I am easy. Someone who lets her man fuck every damn pussy in town, in front of her. Someone you can treat like shit and who will still forgive and forget. Someone who you can use and who will still believe in you and stand by you. Someone who will kick up a fight, but never follows through on her threats. Someone who you let live a little to keep her 'happy'."
"You are nothing like that Sue."
"I fucking know I am not, but that is what I became in Vegas, that is what you made me!" I hold my breath for just a second. "JUST LIKE A DOG! Weren't that your words Sam? JUST LIKE A FUCKING DOG!"
I push him out of my way and walk towards the clubhouse. My vision is clouded by my anger and my guilt. What I said was low and uncalled for. I know it might have some truth to it looking at it from the outside, but I lived in Vegas the way I wanted to. I said those things because I wanted to be resentful, spiteful and mean, because there is no way in hell that I am going back to Vegas. I hate myself for saying those things but he can't make me go back. This time he has no say in it. I am trying to keep my tears inside, but I can feel that sickening feeling start in the pit of my stomach. Tig is getting up to move in my direction, but Clay's hand comes up to stop him and he shakes his head. Tig stands tall, his arms hanging down the side of his body, but I can see the tension on them. He looks past me at Sampler but stays at his position, obeying his president. I feel a hand on my shoulder before I am spinned around and I stand facing Sampler again.
"Let me go." I hiss at him. I know I have been talking too loud and I am sure everyone heard me, but reality slapped me in the face again. Reality about myself, of who I have become, not by force, but by choice. I don't even know what is worse. I might have said those things to hurt Sam, but still there is more truth to it than I want to admit to myself. Sampler said it, they used me and I let them! There is it again, I let them use me. I let things happen.
"What happened to you Sue? Why do you think so little of yourself? Where is your pride, where is your self-esteem." Sam's voice is soft and he holds me in his arms. I struggle against him. "It was nothing like that, you were there. What has gotten into you, who sold you all that crap?"
"It is not crap, it is exactly like that. Give me one name of a girl who does the things I did, show me one girl who puts up with all the crap I have been putting up with and says it is the way she wants it to be." It might have been my choice and no one forced me into anything, but it doesn't seem right no more. "You went fucking old school on me Sam."
"Old school? You want to know what old school is Sue?" He raises his hand at me and I flinch away. "I can show you old school and you will be begging me for mercy. I can fucking make or break you Sue" His eyes are blazing with anger and I start shivering with fear, my knees buckle and I am losing my ground. "Fuck you bitch."
His hand comes down and I brace myself for the impact, but instead of feeling a hard slap in my face he grabs hold of my chin. Sam wants me to listen, he isn't out to hurt me. He wouldn't, he never has …
"Are you on drugs or something?" He looks in my eyes trying to figure out if I am high on something. "Get a grip on yourself Sue. I would never go old school on your ass and you know it. Have you forgotten what it was like? Wasn't I your little puppy dog, always there when you called me? I was there at your beck and call, every single day and night for whatever it was you needed me. How many times did I have to come and bail you out? You used me, you used the club, it was a profitable deal for both of us. You and I, that was separate from the club, we used each other and fed on each other's habits and needs. You have your panties in a twist and I am not going to take the fall for it." He looks me in my eyes, his eyes are flaming with emotion. He is trying to make sense of it all. I try and look away from him, but he is still holding my chin, forcing me to look at him. I know what we were, what we had. Didn't I tell Tig this afternoon what me and Sampler were about? It might have been wrong, but it was all right. It is the most precious and true thing in my life, but I am throwing it all away, but what choice do I have? I can't go back to Vegas.
"Now tell me what this is really all about." He growls dangerously close in my face. He lets go of my chin and lets me stand back up straight. We both glare at each other and I know my thoughts are going hundred and ten miles an hour. I look in his eyes and I want to trust him, I want to tell him everything. He is still angry with me, but it is based on disappointment, a true feeling of hurt. The silence between us seems to last forever. We are both not speaking, all I hear is his ragged breathing. He is trying to keep his self-control and get a grip on the situation. I feel like I am not breathing at all, I feel like I am choking.
"I feel sick Sam." I look up at him with pleading eyes asking him to help me.
He backs up backs up a little, it is more to give mentally the feeling I have room to breathe. We never went toe to toe with each other and especially not in public. I look back at the clubhouse and see all the guys staring at us. "I am sorry Sam, for everything."
I start vomiting so violently that it hurts. My whole body tenses up with every wave of nausea. I try to stop it, but the waves keep washing over me. "Please don't make me go back."
"You have to come back with me."
"He wants me dead." I whisper so soft that I doubt Sam has heard me. The vomiting stops and a weird calmness over comes me. "You can't keep me safe Sam, you can't always protect me. If you take me back, sooner or later it will be the death of me. I rather want you to put a bullet through my head than to come back to Vegas with you."
The look on Sampler's face is one of utter shock, confusion and disbelieve. "What do you say?"
I need to man up, like Clay said. I need to stand tall, like Tig does. I need to be calm like Happy. I put my hands on the back of his head and pull him down, his head against mine. "You heard me, I never asked for anything big. I am asking you this now. I can not go back to Vegas and you can not go back without me. If you love me, do this for me babe."
He breaks the connection and frowns with a concerned look on his face.
Sampler looks at me, then back to the clubhouse as if he is looking for help. He hears the words, but doesn't want to believe what he is hearing. "You want me to kill you?"
I nod.
"You are blowing smoke. This has fuck all to do with you and me. I never treated you like shit, what we have is real, always was and always will be." I can tell he is thinking, searching in his memory. "What happened in Vegas Sue?"
"What happened in Vegas, stays in Vegas."
"I can't help you if you don't tell me."
"Nobody can help me." Nobody can help me. I look back at the clubhouse and feel the keys to my pick-up burn in the back pocket of my jeans.
"I am sorry baby. I trust you with my life, I know you would die for me, but you can't always protect me. I can't come back with you, I didn't leave you the night that I left Vegas."
"I know Sue, but I need you to talk to me Sue."
What does he know? That I didn't leave him but that I had to go, that it had nothing to do with him? Is he telling me that he knows why I had to leave, is that what he meant last night when he asked me if I knew why he was here? I so want to believe that.
"Let me clean myself up first. I need a warm shower and a little time to unwind again."
"You do need to get cleaned up." He says as his eyes wander over my body, he knows that the warm water will calm me down and make me more cooperative. "Let's get you inside, but you have to talk to me Sue, you know you can trust me." I feel guilty, I never betrayed Sam, well not really, but I need a way out. I want to believe that he knows more, but I can't take that risk.
We walk towards the clubhouse and I walk straight towards my room ignoring all the looks and questions. I hear Tig ask Sampler if I am alright and he tells him that something is up and that we need to sit down when I had a shower and am ready to talk. I have no doubt that Sam will fill the blokes in on my little death wish.
I know it will never come to that, I am too much of a survivor to let myself get shot without a fight. Sam would probably give up his patches and leave with me before he would put a bullet in my head. All I need to do is tell him, which I can't.
I quickly look around the room and throw all the things in my bag that I can't leave behind. I take my shoes off and stick them in the bag along with my gun. I roll up the legs of my jeans and take off my shirt before wrapping a large towel around me. I walk barefoot towards the showers and see Sampler watching me from the bar area. All he sees is a naked woman wrapped up in a towel, heading for the showers. I meet his eyes and nod to him, telling him I calming down and that I understand.
I get in the shower, lock the door and turn on the water. I am getting out of here. I write a quick note, a few words to tell Sam that I had no choice and that I love him. I write down a little message for Tig, 'We still have some unfinished business. Hope someday we will get to finish what we started, IOU'. For the rest of the bunch I leave a thank you that comes from the bottom of my heart and I am sure they will feel it once they read it.
I leave the note on the sink after I cleaned my face and brushed my teeth. I roll down the legs of my jeans, put a shirt on and step into my shoes.
First my bag goes through the window and I hear the thump when it hits the ground on the other side. I use the sink to get myself up to the window and I quickly get myself through it. I walk towards the garage and repeat the same routine, but now letting myself in through the window of the office. I never closed it properly this afternoon after Gemma and I listened in on the conversation between Tig and Sam.
In no time I am inside the garage. It is dark and I use my lighter to see where I am going.
I need to open the doors and get outside, before anyone notices me. I so wish I had a hybrid now. I hope the guys are waiting inside for me to get from under the shower, if there is a crowd outside I am fucked. I put my bag in the pick-up and stick the keys in the ignition, leaving the door open. I walk towards the bay doors and say a silent prayer when I open it. I run back to the pick-up, start the engine and roll out.
All of a sudden all the lights come on, not only the garage ones, but also the lights on the lot. The whole place lights up like a fucking Christmas tree and I know I am busted.
For a moment I contemplate to drive off anyways, but a wild goose chase through Charming will only end with the inevitable, getting my ass dragged back in by a bunch of angry bikers. There is no way I can outrun their bikes. I lean my head on the steering wheel in defeat and hear someone open my door.
"Sue."
AN: Already started on the next chapter. It will be Sue and Tig on a roll, no no he won't throw her on the back of his bike to ride off to the horizon to live happily ever after. Ah well, just wait and see, in the meantime; You have the right to remain silent, but if you leave a review, anything you say won't be hold against you.