Mina had fallen asleep on the couch and, when she'd awoke, the guys still weren't there. She remembered she'd tried to stay up as long as she could but he still hadn't returned. She stood up to look outside but saw none of the bikes there. Maybe they crashed somewhere else, she thought, and she made her way back to Tig's room. On the way, she stopped to see Molly and Penelope still asleep soundly in their bed. When she reached the bedroom, she checked her phone but saw no missed calls. She figured she'd take a shower in the hopes of washing away the pain and anger she'd experienced over the last 24 hours or so.

….

The garage was quiet this early when the guys pulled in and they were all exhausted. The night before was a hellacious one and even that seemed to be an understatement in describing what had actually happened.

When Tig got the second crate open, the smell of death and sulfur permeated the air around them. Nestled within the shipment of guns laid the bullet ridden corpse of Jasper as a grim warning.

"Fuck," Tig said as he examined the body while the other guys covered their noses before taking a closer glimpse. "Oh, Jasper," Bobby said sadly.

"What the fuck is this" Chibs asked but he knew everyone was as clueless as he was.

"Fucking Irish. What do you think this means?" Juice inquired. Jax shook his head.

"No. This isn't the Irish. We've no beef with them."

"Then what the fuck happened?" Bobby asked Jax. Jax immediately called Clay to inform them of the problem. The only advice he could give was to take him back to their warehouse and Clay would meet them there. They'd talk everything out there.

About a half an hour later, Clay pulled into the warehouse and walked over to the crate with Jasper.

"Irish wouldn't put a body in with the product." Clay said through his teeth which also held onto a lit cigar. He took a puff and held the cigar between his fore and middle finger. Jax hand his hand through his blonde hair before taking a deep breath. "I thought everything was good, and then this shit."

"I talked to our guys in Belfast who say that when they sent Jasper off, he was still upright and breathing."

"Did the cargo stop anywhere?" Jax asked.

"Has to, got a whole country between us and them, so someone would've could've snuck on anywhere between here and there. We need to find out where all these places stopped."

"They shouldn't picked anyone up though."

Shouldn't have…but did."

….

Tig parked his bike with the rest of them in the usual places. As he got off his bike and placed his helmet on the back of the bike, he looked at the sun and squinted. As he squinted, this wave of pain rushed over his head causing him to look to the ground. The guys said they were gonna regroup for a bit before finding out the details, which were ultimately left to Juice and his computer expertise.

When they entered the clubhouse, Bobby and Clay immediately went to the bar before Jax and Opie said they were gonna head to their homes for a quick nap. Chibs decided to join Molly and Tig figured he'd shower and sleep. He figured he and Mina would just talk later but, when he entered the room, Mina was nowhere to be found. Instead, he heard the sound of the shower coming from the attached bathroom. Tig took off his cut and placed it on the bed before taking off his boots and socks. He removed his rings and places them on the table next to the ashtray before entering the bathroom.

When he did enter the wave of warmth from the steam seemed to go through him and the sound of Mina humming comforted him. He removed the rest of his clothing before joining her in the shower.

Mina continued humming even after he entered the bathroom. She knew it was him and simply waited to see what he would do next. When he joined her, he was behind her. She placed her head under the showerhead before turning around to face him. It always seemed to surprise her to see how much taller he was in comparison to her. When she looked up into his blue orbs, she saw many things.

Tig just stared down at her and admired the view all the while not finding the right words to apologize for him snapping at her. For a moment, they just stood there staring at each other and not saying anything.

And then, she watched as he slowly leaned down towards her and gently kissed her forehead before resting his onto hers and as the hot water covered them, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him. He was sorry and so was she. This will not work unless they trusted each other and they both had to know they trusted one another.

This moment, however, was cut short due to Tig's growing erection which Mina could feel on her lower abdomen. She chuckled to herself before whispering, "Ah, there you are."

"Yeah, well…" Tig said through a smile. "We're sorry."

"I can tell," and she raised her head up to kiss him. As she did, she felt Tig's hand move from around her waist to under her thigh. Her skin had always been the smoothest he'd ever felt, but it felt like silk under the streaming water from the shower head. He managed to lift her thigh up so as to give him the opportunity to slide himself into her. He was successful in his attempt and as he felt herself adjust to him inside her, his problems and worries were put on the backburner in favor of the immense pleasure she gave him. Their mouths broke apart and Mina grasped onto him tightly as he continued to thrust into her. He thrusts increased as she moaned into his hair. He managed to move back up to her mouth and the two almost lost their balance so Tig placed his hand out against the wall behind her to steady them.

"I'm gonna come," he whispered into her ear before flicking her earlobe with his tongue. They had both had a shit day yesterday but she knew it was nothing compared to his. So crazy shit must've went down and so she simply nodded and Tig finished. By this time, the water had gone cold, so the two decided to get out. Mina got out first a grabbed a towel before heading for the door but Tig stuck his arm out over her shoulder and kept it closed before locking it.

"What?" She said and Tig quietly turned her around. Staring from her mouth, he made a trail of kisses down her body, moving slowly from her jaw to her neck, down to her breasts, and continued the trail down her stomach until he was on his knees before her sex. She stared down and watched as he caressed her thigh. He moved her thigh onto his shoulder and swept his finger between her folds. She shuttered in excitement before she felt two of fingers plunge deep into her. Mina moaned against the door as Tig stared up at her with a grin.

"Did you really think I was gonna let you leave her without getting off? What kinda guy do you think I am?" As the pace of his fingers picked up, Mina's body arched closer to his face. Mina hoped that her body spoke volumes as she was unable to vocally articulate just what kinda guy she thought he was. Tig loved it. He loved to watch her squirm and come undone before him because he felt it showed her at her most beautiful. As he continued to finger her, he moved his face closer to her clit and flicked it rapidly with his tongue before switching to a slower pace. He continued this as Mina began to pant frantically. "Come baby," she heard him whisper into her and as she came closer, she felt Tig suck on her bud sending her over the edge to the point where she grabbed a handful of his hair. "Ow, babe," she heard Tig cry and she released and Tig continued to lick her clean from all the juices she'd just expelled on herself. "Oh, my, my…" Mina couldn't even speak and Tig moved her thigh stood up before as he wiped the sides of his mouth clean.

"Told you, I was sorry."