A/N - Lin's a real stirrer, he's about to set a nasty series of events into play... Enjoy! X
Tig was outraged as he hurled himself towards Lin in a rage. "Who the fuck do you think you are, trying to scare my little girl, huh?" He had just managed to slam his palms against Lin's chest when he was shoved back, and Lin laughed as he dusted off his hands as if it was no big deal. Tig snarled furiously as Jax and Juice tried to calm him down.
"I guess she got the good genes from her Mom," Henry laughed. "How is she? Still turning tricks for cash?"
Tig would have done anything in that moment to punch the living daylights out of Lin. Jax managed to catch his fist and hold him still, trying to relax him into being able to hold some sort of conversation. "None of that," Juice said, his beady eyes glaring at Henry. "We got business or are you wasting everyone's time?"
Lin smiled. "Oh, we have business." He motioned for them to sit, and, hesitantly, Jax and Juice pressured Tig to take the seat. Tig's lip twitched into a growl as he sat and Henry smiled tightly. "Head of the IRA consort, right? You landed on your feet."
Tig crossed his arms as he looked casually around at his brothers beside him. "If it weren't for the fact you knew me, we wouldn't be talking," he muttered. "Business between the Chinese and my... organisation? It goes through SAMCRO." He leaned on the table as he added, "You know that."
"We want to up our business," Lin said with a cool smile. "SAMCRO have been talking about stepping back on street hardware, we want to look at taking that place."
Juice's eyes narrowed. "Then you should be talking to Chibs." Lin laughed and rolled his eyes as he glanced at Tig.
"I imagine your Prez has his hands full. Ex in town, he's probably getting his fill of Mexi pussy until next time?" Tig roared as he started to leap over the table but Jax yanked him back into his place. Henry grinned, pleased to be able to cause such chaos with so few words. Tig had always been volatile, he was like a firecracker, liable to go off at any second. It was he was such fun to goad. "Spent a couple of months in Stockton while you were away, Trager. Small time stuff, but that shit with your missus goes down as legend in there."
"You mention her one more time, you yellow-faced prick-" Tig threatened, trying to keep it together. Usually he was fine, but after Emily's little taunts all morning, he was feeling sensitive. He narrowed his eyes and Henry eased up a little, it was just too easy. He wanted to focus on business.
"Is your club serious? About backing down on guns?"
Jax glanced at Juice. It had been discussed a couple of times but no resolution had ever been reached, everybody knew that guns meant money and street power. "It's a club conversation," Jax finally said authoritatively. "I'll talk to the table."
Lin smiled and nodded. "You do that." He lifted his chin towards Tig. "And we can go from there." Tig bristled and Lin itched at the little bit of stubble growing along his jaw. "Your girl, maybe have her watch her lip, hmm? That Teller boy can come back at me but I won't take it from her again."
Tig's eyes narrowed. Emily would get a verbal beat down when he got in for defying him, that was for sure, but Lin didn't need to know that. "You afraid of smart women talking to you, Henry?" Lin snorted.
"I got other ways of repurposing mouths, if you want to keep up the family trade."
Jax held onto Tig and pulled at him. "Come on, he's baiting you, don't fall for that shit." He gave him a tug. "Let's get back to the club."
Tig's eyes narrowed as he got to his feet, Lin certainly wasn't exactly winning him around with his constant ridicule. He hissed as he shoved Jax's off him and stormed out towards his bike before he lit a cigarette and huffed his way through half of it in an instant. When Jax finally caught up with him, he received a rough thump in the chest.
"When were you cunts gonna tell me about winding down on the guns?" Tig demanded angrily. Juice shook his head.
"We're not, it's the same conversation we've been having for years, man. Nothing set in stone, just more ways for legitimate business." His eyes were wide, high on energy and adrenaline. "Seriously, nobody's really considered it, it's just chat."
"It better be."
The look in Tig's eyes was dangerous, he looked furious. He got on his bike and backed it out without waiting for the others, shooting out at a dangerous speed into oncoming traffic as he raced back to the house. He growled as he saw Nina's car out front, at least she was at home, out of Chibs' way. The idea that the SAMCRO president was even thinking of her sat awkwardly on Tig's shoulders and he slammed the door back as he came in, making Nina jump.
"Christ, what's happened?" she asked quickly. Oh God, he knew, she was already sure that he knew and she could feel her whole body growing weak. She had drank most of a bottle of wine in preparation for his return, she wanted to tell him more than anything but Nina was convinced that someone had already got to him.
"Come here." It wasn't so much a question as a demand. Natasha shrank back in her seat, watching fearfully as Nina got up and crossed to him. Tig threw his arm around her roughly and dragged her body against him, pushing rough, greedy kisses into her face. "You're mine, you are, you know that?" Nina started to stammer an answer but Tig shoved his mouth on hers and bit her lower lip, making her cry out as his teeth cut into her, making her bleed. Nina pulled back but Tig held her fiercely, his hands grabbing her ass as he turned her and pressed her against the wall, pinning her back.
"Alex!" Nina pressed her hand against his chest to ease him back, panic consuming her as he caged her. Tig was intent on owning her, Henry Lin was full of shit but he had managed to get into Tig's head with his taunts. He slobbered along Nina's neck as his hands pushed up beneath her top, no thought for Natasha sitting at the table. "Alex, stop it, Tash is-"
He stilled and turned, his eyes like ice as he glared at Natasha. "Go to your room." Natasha looked at her mother, unsure, and Nina nodded slowly as she wiped Tig's saliva from her mouth. She felt sick, something was off and she knew she was about to take the brunt of it. She certainly wasn't about to let Natasha get in the middle.
"Go," she mouthed. Natasha swallowed but got up as commanded, closing the door as she went out. Before Nina even managed a word, Tig was grabbing at her, pulling her clothes off in a furious bid to have her. "Slow down," she whispered, trying to find something within him to cool him. Her palm stroked along his arm up to his hair, looking for the man inside the monster in front of her. "Alex, please, you're hurting me."
"This isn't about you."
His voice was almost robotic as he shoved his pants down just enough to expose himself and tore at her underwear, desperate to get inside of her. His hands were rough as he pinned her back, not letting her free as he lifted her leg and shoved into her roughly, growling like an animal in heat as he buried himself in her body. Nina closed her eyes, wishing it all away, what the hell was happening? She tried to press him back but Tig was in a fury, his fingers sinking into her hips and bruising her as he held her tight in place.
"Tig, come on," she whimpered as she felt his nails digging into her to get a better grip. She pushed one hand away and wiped over the skin to see streaks of blood on her fingertips from his violent hold. Her eyes widened as she looked at him with wild eyes. "Jesus, what is wrong with you?"
He backhanded her furiously, irate at her refusal. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You're my wife, and I fucking own you, you got that?" Nina bit back the overpowering desire to burst into tears as Tig draped her arm around his neck and held it in place as he held her tighter to the wall, needing to have her. He didn't care that she could barely even look at him as he moved, all he needed to know was that he could make her his.
The sound of keys in the door made Tig slow and he craned his neck as Emily walked in. His lip twitched and he dragged himself out of Nina roughly, yanking up his pants as he did and turned his back on her. Emily shielded her eyes from the sight of them in the kitchen.
"Jesus, I am literally begging you people to stop doing that on surfaces I make food on," Emily groaned with her usual mock annoyance. Nina took Tig's moment of distraction to pelt out of the room and race upstairs, hurling herself in the bathroom and locking the door as she burst into tears. Emily frowned as she watched her go before Tig was suddenly looming over her, furious.
"I told you to stay away from Thomas," he roared, his tall form overwhelming Emily's instantly. Emily swallowed and looked up at her father, seeing something dark and frightening in his eyes.
"We went for lunch."
"You fucked around with club business!" he cursed. Emily froze, she was sure she hadn't seen him this angry in a long, long time. "I told you to do one fucking thing, Emily. You know what you've done? You've caused shit, because what? You want to go fuck that little Teller boy?" He shook his head and snatched her bag from her before shoving her out onto the porch with nothing but the clothes she wore. "You go running to him then, see if he takes care of you like I do. Because he won't, one little bit of fucking skirt comes along and he'll go chasing after it, you just watch. But you think you know better? Good fucking luck."
Before Emily could even manage a word, he slammed the door shut in her face and groaned as he leaned his head against the door, panting. Shit, how had everything turned into such a mess in such a short space of time? He looked at his hands, he could see blood and skin beneath his nails and he let out a long breath as he tried to gather himself. He was in a frenzy, but as he slowly started to calm, he realised what he had done.
"Jesus Christ." He groaned as he rolled his eyes back in his head and stretched his neck. Nina would be pissed, but he just needed her. There was something about Charming that made him so insecure, in Belfast he was like a goddamn god, but here, here he was just another member of the club and his control would never reach as far.
He heard the shower stop and he looked upstairs towards the bathroom but Nina didn't come out. He sighed, he could go and try and comfort her but somehow he knew it wouldn't work. Maybe he should get her flowers or some shit, she liked that. He would do that in the morning.
Kicking off his boots, he snatched up a beer and threw himself down on the couch. His hand arched over his head, he rubbed his eyes and moaned out loud, annoyed about the whole damn situation. He'd spend his night on the sofa, she'd be calmer in the morning and he could make everything better.