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Tig backed out of the bedroom and out of the clubhouse to grab the first person he saw-Bobby.
"Bobby! Mina's awake."
"What?" Bobby put his beer bottle down on the picnic table before him and stood up quickly. Moving swiftly past him, Tig heard Bobby bark orders at him. "Call Chibs, and call Jax. Maybe he can get the Doc over here sooner."
….
Damien joined the rest of the guys as they headed towards the clubhouse. Upon entering, the group watched Bobby carry Mina out from the back room to the chapel and place her on the table in the chapel. Bobby figured the Doc could work on her from there, and maybe even get a little privacy. Sneaking past the group, Damien made his way to the back bedroom. When he was sure no one had seen or followed him, Damien searched around to find something of Mina's, possibly a piece of luggage? Instead, he found her purse, which was located in front of the night stand on the ground next to the bed. As he crouched down, Damien pulled the small baggie full of rocks from his cut and threw it into her purse. Feeling good about himself, he immediately stopped when he heard the sound of footsteps coming towards the back bedroom. He had to think fast and grabbed a random t-shirt from off the top of one of the bags he assumed were Mina's.
By the time he stood up, the footsteps came to a halt and he turned around to see who had joined him. It was Tig.
"What are you doing in here?" Damien could hear the protective tone in Tig's voice and could've swore he had his chest puffed out. Trying to think of something to say, Damien simply held up the t-shirt. When he noticed the biker didn't understand, he said, "Figured she'd wanna change."
"And, how is she gonna do that out in the open?" Tig moved forward towards Damien, causing Damien to look up at him.
"My bad, bro," Damien tried to reason, "just, you know, thought I'd help out."
"You've done enough, bro," Tig mocked. Damien scoffed and threw the shirt on the bed before making his way around Tig and exiting the room. When he reached the hallway, a grin played across his face.
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Mina hissed as Tara pulled out the stitches. "Last one," Tara announced in a monotone. "The wound has healed pretty well, and it needs to breathe. That means no more bandages, but we're going to continue to keep an eye on it. Have you tried to walk yet?"
Mina shook her head, "No, as soon as I woke up, Bobby came and carried me into here." Her voice was hoarse, a rasp that could match Happy's. She coughed to bring it somewhat back to normal.
"Well, let's try," Tara stood up and placed the scissors on the metal plate holding gauze and remnants of stitches. She held out her hand to Mina, who grabbed it, and helped her slowly off the table. Not used to the weight on that side, Mina almost fell but Tara caught her. "Whoa," she said grasping onto Mina's arm and pulling her up. Using all her strength, Mina regained composure and began to walk with the help of Tara. The pain in her leg wasn't as bad as it had been before, but it wasn't a pleasant feeling either. She knew, though, that in order for her to get better, she'd have to work it. It reminded her of when her gall bladder had been removed and the doctor stressed that it was important she walk and work through the pain. As the exited the chapel, they were met with the sounds of claps and cheers. Mina searched the room for Tig but was blind-sided when she saw Molly and Penelope run to her side and embrace her. "Thank God you're finally awake," Molly announced.
"Yeah, "Mina said, "did I miss anything?"
….
As she picked at the plate of food before her, the group waited for Mina to speak.
"Look, Mina, if you're not ready to talk about it-"Bobby said in a gentle voice, but Mina held her hand up. She appreciated Bobby's concern and, it was true, the last thing she wanted to do at this point was talk about the incidents of last week. However, she had figured that maybe, the sooner she talked about it, the sooner the nightmares would stop. She also knew that the longer she pushed off talking about it, the more the club would be up her ass.
"No, no Uncle Bobby, it's ok." Mina took a bite of her corned beef and cabbage before she told the club of what happened. She took a deep breath before she began. "I heard the door open and I thought it was Tig so I came out from the back of the shop. I saw the curly, black hair and the Sons cut and, next thing I knew, he had a knife so I stabbed him in the hand with a pencil."
"Did he say anything to you before you stabbed him, "Jax asked as he moved forward on his seat.
"He said I was causing trouble for the club."
"What club?" Chibs inquired.
"He didn't say. I assumed you guys."
"Wasn't us who sent him," Bobby assured, "you know that, don't you?" Mina nodded.
"Then what happened? You said you stabbed him with a pencil," Jax asked, bringing Mina back to the topic at hand.
"Yeah, I thought it would stop him but he ignored it and came after me anyway," Mina's voice trailed off and she looked back down at her plate. She felt her eyes swell with tears and heard Bobby plea, "enough," to Clay. Mina looked up at Jax. "Next thing I remember was Tig stabbing the kid. The rest is a bit hazy after that. I don't remembering coming here or anything like that."
"Why do you think they came after you," Jax asked. He could see how hard this was for her, and silently commended her honesty.
"I wish I knew," Mina had said, practically in a whisper. She figured she was done talking when Clay interrupted.
"You doing something you shouldn't be," Clay asked in a harsh voice. This struck a chord with Mina, and she snapped back at Clay as tears ran down her face. "Like what?"
"Dunno," Clay asked, snuffing out his cigar, "You tell us."
"I'm not doing anything except for working-"
"You dealing?" Clay's words were blunt and cut like a knife. After picking her jaw up off the floor, Mina scoffed at Clay in anger. "I'm not dealing drugs. Are you fucking kidding me?" Clay stood up threateningly, "Watch your tongue," he told her before he was stopped by Bobby again.
"Enough," Bobby shouted. Clay gave Bobby a death stare, which Bobby was quick to reciprocate and silence permeated through the room. Jax stood up, trying to keep alleviate the situation, and focused on calming Clay down. "Bobby's right-Mina just woke up. She's told us all she knows, so let's just let her eat in peace." Jax patted Clay on the shoulder and guided him from the clubhouse and away from Mina.
Bobby leaned over and gave Mina a kiss on the top of her head before following Jax's lead. As the rest of the bikers left the clubhouse, Mina finally caught glimpse of Molly and Penelope walking in her direction. Before she had reached her, she saw Chibs pinch Molly's behind and Molly slap him playfully. Chibs left with the rest of the guys and Molly reached her friend with a grin from ear to ear.
"What's that about," Mina teased.
"What?" Molly grinned.
"Please, you know what," Mina tisked. "I've been out a week so you're gonna need to catch me up on all the juicy gossip. What's up with you and Chibs?"
Molly grinned again and looked down and played with the strings on her hoodie. "I dunno, I mean it's not like we're boyfriend or girlfriend or anything-"
"You just fucked him," Mina interrupted causing Molly to put her hands on Penelope's ears. "No," Molly declared causing Mina to laugh, "not in the conventional sense," Molly continued.
"MOLLY!" Mina said before she laughed harder.
"Look, we are two consenting adults having fun. Let's just leave it at that. Besides, what about you? How do you feel about Tig being your knight in shiny black leather?"
"Don't know. I'd ask him, but he's nowhere to be found."
"You mean you haven't seen him?" Molly let her hands go from Penelope's ears and began to run her fingers through her hair.
"No, I mean I did see him, briefly when I woke up but then he disappeared again. Typical."
Mina's tone had a hint of anger and disappointment. Molly knew Tig had slept outside their door every night to protect Mina. He had helped Molly and Gemma keep Mina fed, make sure she had medication, and to hear Mina talk like this upset her. Still, if only these two would talk, maybe she'd see that perhaps Tig's feelings for her were mutual. Tig and his big, bad, perverted biker façade was put on the back burner for Mina and here she was, naïve and bitching. Instead of going off on her friend, Molly suggested Mina talk to Tig. "Look, he's-"
"Molly, he's being Tig. He's fucking avoiding me. I didn't do anything to him and even after all this he still treats me like shit. He's a fucking douche bag."
"You don't know that! He's actually a nice guy-"
"Right, I'm sure. He knows where to find me if he wants to talk."
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Tig had been outside smoking when the group left the clubhouse. After what he'd seen a short time earlier, he felt it best to wait and talk to her by himself. When he saw Chibs come out, he immediately went to talk to him. Chibs knew and, as Tig approached, he held his hand out to stop him. "She's walking and talking, brother. Go on in and see for yourself."
Tig nodded and waited for the rest of the group to leave before he went inside. When he did, he could hear Molly and Mina talking, and only decided to stay when he heard his name.
"-he's being Tig….he's a fucking douche bag."
It felt like she'd ripped his heart from his chest and stomped on it for sport. Tig was hurt and he could hear the disgust in her voice as she spat out her last line about him. After everything he'd done-ungrateful bitch, he thought, and he left the clubhouse abruptly.
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"So, you planted the drugs, big fucking deal, Omen. How long you think it's gonna take for them to find them? What I wanna know is how you plan on stopping them from showing up at the rally?" Jersey Frost, who was currently getting his dick sucked by one of the many women who hung out at the Outlander clubhouse, spoke to Damien in a sarcastic, condescending tone.
"I'm still working on that," Damien said quietly into the phone. "Just to be clear, there's no way you could move this rally or, like, call it off?" He knew he was taking a risk questioning Frost. It was true, he didn't know how long it would take the Sons to find the drugs and he couldn't just call Mina out considering she was under a watchful eye this last week but he was running out of options. The Sons would have to find the drugs on Mina within the next three days; otherwise they'd show up at the rally. Damien noticed the phone had gone silent on the other end, and he thought maybe the call had been dropped or that, maybe Frost had hung up.
"You know, Damien, may I call you Damien?" Hearing it come from Frost like that reminded Damien of his younger days when his mother would call out his full name just to show how much trouble he was in. Damien managed to stutter out a "yeah," before Frost continued. "Damien, perhaps you're right. Perhaps, instead of our proposed rally, we hold a barbeque for our beloved club."
"Yeah," Damien said into the phone in agreement.
"Yeah," Frost mimicked sarcastically. "Tell me, Damien; are you a dick man or a balls man? I'm trying to decide which one of yours I grill first. Remember, chose wisely as it will be the part I feed you first you stupid fucking piece of shit."
"I-I'm sorry Frost, I was wrong," Damien said with fear in his voice. Frost mocked Damien's last words before continuing his threats. "What I don't understand is why all of you punks think you should receive praise for doing things you should already be doing in the first place. I mean, honestly, it's like giving a kid a gold star for breathing." Frost chuckled to himself. "Now, Damien, do not, I repeat, DO NOT let the fucking Sons show up at the bike rally or your last meal will be your cock in a hot dog bun, do you understand me?" Frost hung up the phone and pushed the girl from his lap. With a snap of his fingers, another was there to finish the job.