You wanted and you asked for it. Here's Tigs POV. It gives two sides to the story. Enjoy.
-Val
Where is the crazy bitch? I kept asking over and over and fucking over. I knew I should've just gone with her in the first place. I swear on my mother if she fell asleep and didn't tell me my Dawn didn't get in the house safely. What the fuck was with her?
I was pacing by the phone, looking fucking crazy. I was fucking crazy with rage, but no one even dared to say a word. Not even Gemma.
Fuck it I was calling her again.
I probably called her sixteen times by now but who was counting? She didn't even pick it up of course. Not even The Big Bitch (her mother) picked up. It just kept ringing and ringing and ringing until I heard the goddamn answer machine again. "Hey it's Apples and Dawn…. Say hi Dawn."
"Hi." I heard my baby girl say with that giggle she always had.
"We can't come to the phone right now. Leave a message after the tone."
Beep.
"WHERE ARE YOU?" I screamed and threw the phone in whatever direction I could. I heard it crash and land some where near Juice, I think.
"Tig." Gemma said, calmly putting her hand on my shoulder. "You have to calm down. She's probably stuck in traffic or on her way. Getting angry is not going to help."
Fuck that.
"I'm going to go check on her. At least her mom could pick up the goddamn phone." I said walking towards the door, full charge ready to kill until I saw some lanky kid knocking at my door. Now fucking what? I ripped open the door and told him in whatever way, that I didn't give a shit what he was selling and I already know Jesus and right now I wish he'd use his magical healing powers to just give me my daughter back. "What!"
He stared at me with a dumb look on his face and looked down at a piece of paper, then looked up at me. "Forgive me for intruding sir but does a Tig Trager live here?" He talked in a southern or Cajun accent or whatever. The point was he wasn't from Charming.
"Yeah why?" I asked him.
"I got this address from Apple's office-."
"Did you have anything to do with this?" I snapped.
"No sir. I came over here as quick as I could-."
"Then get the shit out of your goddamn mouth and tell me what you want!" Gemma placed a hand on my arm and pulled me out of the way. She gave me that look she always gave me when I was going too far. I don't tell her enough, but she is the one of the few balances in this club. I needed a drink.
"Let the boy speak, Tig." She said. She motioned him to come inside and take a seat. "Do you want a beer or something?"
"Yes ma'am." He said wiping the sweat from his brow. He quickly walked inside and headed towards my kitchen, and took a seat in one of the chairs closer to the table with food but he didn't even touch a chip. At least he was taught some manners back in Bayou. Cassius the asshole took a seat beside the kid. He kept it pretty well hidden but he looked just as pissed off as I was. Gemma popped open the cap and handed him a cold one. "Thank you Ms…?"
"Gemma." She said with her hand extended.
"Thank you Ms. Gemma. Remy." He said giving her hand a shake. "Remy D'amours-."
"Alright, alright, alright. So what happen?" I asked trying to be calm, but I was clenching my jaw so fucking tight that it hurt. He took a sip and finally said. "I was walking to my motel room when I saw a bunch of big guysfighting. So I kept on watching, just to see what would happen when I saw them dragging a woman away. She looked familiar and she had a kid with her. I figured out it was Apples but before I could do anything to stop it, they had taken Apples and her baby girl away."
"WHAT?" Cassius and I said in the same time.
"Who was it?" Cassius yelled.
Remy shrugged. "I don't know sir. I saw one of them with some sort of Nazi symbols on his arm when he was driving away. I didn't know what to do but get to you, so I got your address out of her office and-."
"Why didn't you call?" Gemma asked.
"I tried, but by the time I got to the phone in her office, the home phone was busy."
"Goddamnit!" I said punching a wall, nearly cracking my fucking hand open. "Fucking Nords."
"Are you sure they were Nords?" Gemma asked Remy ignoring Cassius and I.
"Yes ma'am. That man looked mean. He could make a preacher cuss."
Cassius slammed his hand on the table, his hard ass stare directed at me. "So let me get this straight. You know these people?"
"Yeah so what?"
"It's your fucking fault this happened to Dawn and Apples then."
Who was this fucking spic thinks he's talking to? So it's my fault that Darby is a fucking lunatic and kidnapped my daughter? Yeah right, it's all my fault.
"My fault? How is it my fault? I ain't friends with him! Darby is a fucking nut! This isn't my fault!"
"Please everyone knows the Sons and the Nords work hand in hand-."
"Where did you get that shit from? Nords don't deal with the Sons. They stay out of Charming and-. How the hell is it my fault?"
"I don't know, I don't care. You obviously did something to irritate that bastard! It's your goddamn fault!"
"Easy to blame me, right? Blame me for everything that's wrong! Is it my fault that your old lady is a nut too?"
Cassius threw his chair back. "That's it! I'm kicking your ass and making Dawn fatherless!" I could use a punching bag. I was ready for him, but Gemma placed herself in the middle of both of us.
"Enough fighting. We're wasting time with this shit! Now everybody calm down or so help me God I will kick both of your asses! Understand?"
We both didn't do anything of course. We both knew not to mess with Gemma when she was pissed off. Remy sipped his beer quietly and got out of his seat. "Tig and uh." He asked looking at Cassius
"Cassius!" Cassius barked.
"Cassius." he said calmly and continued. "Now you two gentlemen obviously love Apples and Dawn a great deal. It would be best if you two remain calm and try to work together to get them back. Every second we waste is another second that may lead to something worse." Shit, I didn't want to think about that. "So, we have to make a plan."
"We go to Darby and beat the truth out of him." I said, turning on my heel getting ready to pull out my best guns.
"Tig, sir." Remy said. "You're a dime holdin' up a dollar."
"I'm a what?" I asked turning around, but he ignored me.
"We can't go in there like cowboys. They might hurt Apples and Dawn in the process. We have to plan this out."
"He's right." Gemma said with her hands on her hips. Clay finally spoke taking his spot as the leader of the club. Clay walked to the front of the commotion and folded his arms. "Damn straight. Now I say let's just go back to the clubhouse, get things settled, get ourselves armored and then we can go after Darby."
I shook my head. If it was Gemma he'd be halfway to Darby's with a gun in both hands, shooting up the goddamn place and he's telling me to wait. Hell no! My baby girl safety is in the hand of those fucking idiots. No telling what they'd do to her. And I'm not going to sit and wait for them to do it.
"No, I'll go there. I'll get Darby and then I'm going to kill those shithead crackers with my bare hands. God help them if theres a little scratch on Dawn."
"But sir." Remy said adding his two cents into everything. So help me God if he brings one of those redneck sayings to my face one more time... "How do you know there's not an army of them waiting for you. You can't go alone."
"The hell I can't." I said on my way to get my guns again. Each and every single one of those bad boys.
Clay sighed. "Brother," he said. By habit I turned around to him addressing me. I wasn't happy that I turned around, I should've just kept on moving but I didn't. "We don't know what we're up against and you can bet all of us feel your pain. Dawn is a darling and Apples is a treasure too. She doesn't deserve this. No old lady in my club is going to treated like a victim, but we owe it to them to make sure we get this right the first time. We need men. A lot more muscle than what we have."
I shook my head and started to go back to get my guns again. As I passed by I could hear the other Sons muttering and Anna Mae starting to cry her eyes out. It wasn't until I heard a door open and Spanish jibber jabber in my ear. Shit, it was the mother duck of the Rican clan.
"Alex." I heard her say between cries. Cassius had his arm already around her and a used tissue was already to her face wiping her tears. "I tried looking for her. She didn't call or anything. I should've stayed up but I was so sleepy, but in her car, her purse, Dawn's bag was in the back." She blew her nose and started again. "I walked down the street a bit and I saw some blood on the sidewalk. I think she tried to run and they... hurt her. I just sat there and cried...called the police...and cried. What are the cops going to do...nothing..."
I stopped and walked closer to Rosario. Goddamn, she was short. I pretty much had to bend down to look at her. Her eyes were red and she was shaking. "My baby.." she said before she started to break down again. "You better bring my baby back." She said. "And I want them dead. All of them. And you crazy rednecks better bring them both back... alive." At first I didn't know what to do but stare at her. So I gave her a hug.
Never hugged the woman before, but I did.
She actually hugged me back too. She didn't call me anything in Spanish or push me back and scrunch up her face. She wasn't the Big Bitch anymore. Just Rosario a mother who was worried sick about her kid and grandkid.
"Alright." I said seperating myself from Rosario. "Let's hurry up though, and I'm still getting my guns." I said heading to my bedroom. I grabbed everything that I could fit into a duffel bag. Hand guns, shot guns, rifles, AK's, and whatever else. I didn't give a shit. I was packing like fucking Rambo. I grabbed my favorite picture of Dawn before I left the room.
She wanted to make a chocolate cake for Charlotte, but she loved the icing so much she dunked her head in what was left of it like Iggy does with his food bowel. Then she wiped the icing from her hands on my face when I picked her up. I rarely walked out of the room without looking at it. I stuffed it in my pocket and headed out the door.
My little Bunny.
While I was on my bike on the way to the clubhouse I kept thinking about how bad Darby was gonna get it. I would massacre him and hang him on a stick for the rest of Charming to see. And I don't give a shit about the court system. If some up tight white collar bastard wants to take me to court, it's fucking on! And I would wear my cut the entire trial too. No one cares about a fucking skinhead with a bad reputation for violence. Hopefully the most I would get is manslaughter. Or I'll temporarily insanity.
When we got to the clubhouse I saw one of the sweet butts… uh whatshername ran outside and yelled at the top of her lungs "Hey!"
"What?" Clay asked parking his bike and turned off the ignition.
"Someone is on the phone for you!" she yelled.
"Who?" Jax asked.
"Tig I think!" she said.
Shit. What now?
I got off my bike and headed toward the phone that lied on the bar. At first I didn't want to answer it. Hell, I was tempted to hang it up. I figured it was my mom making her usual late night weekend calls, but I answered it anyway. "Mr. Trager? I got someone who wants to talk to you."
My heart fucking dropped.
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-Val
