Gemma watched as he slowly made his way over to his bike. She met him with a knowing grin. His blue eyes showed a storm of emotion that he was trying very hard to not just get a hold of, but drown as well. He hated being so "emotional" but he hated even more thinking his brothers could see what was going on in his head. Never mind the fact that absolutely no one could ever begin to want to know what was going on his Tig Trager's head! Gemma handed him a piece of paper with several addresses on them. They weren't really far off, but they weren't right off the road either if these addresses were where he thought they were. She winked at him before strutting off to the office.
He sighed having 2 tasks to contend with. His first was going to the addresses on the list Gemma handed him. Maybe 10 minutes later and he rolled up to the first house. Immediately he didn't like it and left. Maybe 5 minutes later he rolled up to the next house. It was good enough for him but he wasn't exactly shopping for himself. He parked his Dyna and walked around the property. It wasn't quite up to what he thought she needed or would want. He hopped on his bike and headed off to the last house on the list. He pulled up and his jaw dropped. He parked and walked around the massive ground.
It was a beautiful house. Certaintly she would like it! He grinned to himself and called the number that was next to address. He got things set up before hopping onto his bike and heading to his next destination. He was pleased with himself as he sped off to his next destination. He parked in his usual space and waited the 10 minutes for his guy to show up. Money exchanged hands, a little baggie exchanged hands and Tig was quickly speeding off back to the clubhouse. Today has been a good day!
"Which one?" Gemma questioned as soon as he'd parked his bike
"The last one." He replied, hanging his helmet on his handle
"You call?" She asked
"Yep." He simply stated
"I'll get the rest sorted." She simply replied before turning and walking back into the garage office
He walked into the clubhouse to see Opie playing pool with Juice, and Clay & Bobby playing darts. He smiled to himself before grabbing a beer. He sat down on one of the couches and just watched the pool game. He noted both Jax and Layla were missing and wondered where they were. Oh holy fuck, was Jax tapping that short but sweet little ass? Oh fuck this complicates things! He groaned but stayed sitting. Perhaps Anai might be able to do something about it if anything came down to it. Then the thought occured to him: how the hell would Clay react to him wanting to be with Anai? Would his President be pissed? Was there a procedure he should follow? Surely Gemma knew something about this if Anai's uncle was a close friend of Clays!
Clay watched as his Sgt-At-Arms leaned his head back on the couch and closed his eyes. Something heavy was on his mind but he was keeping it to himself. Clay couldn't help but smirk, wondering if whatever was on Tig's mind had anything to do with Anai. Gemma had made him call her Uncle last night to make sure things were done properly. Their customs were a bit different than those where Anai & Layla come from. Their uncle, Ammon, had grilled him extensively about Tig wanting to know everything and Clay was inclined to divulge all he knew. Besides, if he knew Ammon like he did, the Egyptian would be doing his own research on his Sgt-At-Arms anyways.
Gemma had told him of their "conversation" about houses and had asked Clay to speak to Ammon about what Anai would like. Her husband rolled his eyes at her but got the information she had wanted. Gemma was always a cunning woman and she could read people better than just about anyone else. The Matriarch could see the match between Tig and Anai right after the incident with the Prospect. If anyone could handle the craziness that was Tig Trager, she knew it would be Anai. When he came back to the shop after looking over the houses she'd found she had to smile. Even if her husband's right-hand-man didn't see how much he cared and loved this woman, she did!
Tig was playing a game of pool against Happy when Anai stumbled her way into the main room of the clubhouse. She sat down on the couch closest to where they were as she tried to wake up. Her shoulder was hurting but not as bad as yesterday. She needed Layla to clean and redress her wounds but the girl was no where to be found. She frowned, scanning the room, and realizing Jax was missing too. Her frown deepened at the realization of what the pair were probably up to. Someone plopped down on her left which made her snap her head to see who it was.
"Hey darlin', why deh frown?" Chibs questioned, Scottish accent very thick
"Need to clean & redress my shoulder but Layla's... MIA." She stated, careful of her choice of words
"I can do that fer yeh. Was a medic in deh British Army so I have deh experience. Go an get meh the stuff and we'll do it here." Chibs told her with a smile
She quickly, or as quickly as she could, got up and got the stuff that was needed. When she made it back, Happy was setting up another game and Tig was talking with Chibs. She sat down and turned so Chibs could take care of her shoulder. He slipped some latex gloves on, to help keep anything from getting into the wound, while she moved her tank slightly to give him access. He seemed very pleased at the condition of the entry wound and told her it was healing 'quite nicely' which made her sigh in relief. She turned around when he was done with her front so he could doctor the exit wound. Just like the front, he stated the back was healing very well too. She thanked Chibs for his help bringing a smile to the Scot's face. Tig turned back to the pool game shortly before Jax & Layla emerged from his dorm room.
An hour or so later and Layla handed her phone to Anai who looked confused. Layla shrugged before walking to the bar to mix drinks for a few of the guys. Apparently their prospect wasn't quite as good at bar-tending as she was! Anai put the phone to her ear. She discovered it was her Uncle who wanted to chat about Tig. She sighed heavily, fully expecting him to forbid her from getting involved with the outlaw biker-killer. What he said shocked the living hell out of her.
"Listen Anai, don't speak. I know everything there is to know about Alex Trager. What he's done, how many times he's been to prison & what he went for, all about his military service, his failed previous marriage. I know everything about you.
While I'm not happy with you becoming an 'ol lady', I will not forbid this union. He'll take care of you the way you need and he's aware of the consequences if he doesn't. He's a very loyal man and will do what's right by his club and by his woman.
I love you like my own daughter, Anai. I want you to be happy. The Sons will protect like I would but I fully expect you to help them no matter what. If you need help, money, anything you know how to get ahold of me. I expect you to keep in touch." He stated in their native language
"You are giving me to him?" Anai questioned, a bit confused
"I'm giving you... a blessing... permission...the freedom...whatever you want to call it. I love you, keep in touch." Her uncle stated before laughing and then hanging up the phone
She was shocked to say the least! She never would have thought her uncle would allow her to be with someone like Tig. But then again they were basically in the same line of work. If he knew everything about Tig and still allowed them to be together then her uncle trusted him whole- heartedly. So she did to.