Diana sits in her office, watching the clock as it ticks by slowly. It's finally Friday and she's so close to freedom, yet so far. She stares at her computer screen and she types away. She keeps her office door closed, to keep Jonathan out so she can work unbothered. She grabs her phone to shoot Tig a quick text.
"See you this afternoon."
She doesn't worry about a response. Her primary focus is work, at least until five o'clock. And finally, the clock turns over to the time she's been waiting for all day long. Diana nearly jumps out of her chair. She logs off from her computer before she locks her door. She slips into the bathroom, quickly changing into a pair of blue jeans. She keeps on her white button down, untucking it. She throws her bag over her shoulder before she walks towards her car.
Diana looks around the parking lot to find it empty, and silently, she thanks God that she won't be bothered today. She climbs in behind the steering wheel and speeds out of the parking lot.
She rides the highway, the windows rolled down and the breeze blowing through her hair. The radio is on full blast and playing some classic rock. The woman sings along as she passes the welcome sign for Charming before she pulls out her cellphone, dialing Tig's number.
"Hey darlin', make it into Charming yet?" Tig answers on the second ring.
Diana smiles at the pet name.
"Just got in, tell me where I'm going."
Tig answers immediately.
"Teller-Morrow Automotive, right off the main road, can't miss it."
Diana drives through the small town.
"See you soon then, babe."
She hangs up the phone, tossing it into her purse as she continues driving. She sees a sign for Teller-Morrow and she makes a turn, pulling into the lot. She notices that it is filled to the brim of cars, almost overflowing out into the street. She pulls into the parking lot and finds an empty spot luckily.
The crowd of people makes Diana do a double take. She didn't imagine that it would be this packed. There's women and plenty of bikers walking around. It's pretty apparent that she doesn't belong her, and most everyone around her makes it known. They stare at her, giving her a once over as she stands there.
There's a makeshift boxing ring and she looks up to see Tig fighting with another man. She keeps herself hidden in the crowd as she watches him. He's wearing a black t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. She looks him over. He's absolutely ruthless in the ring.
A blond man sits down beside her, throwing his arm over her shoulder.
"Well well, who are you?"
She glances over with a side eye.
"Diana."
She focuses her attention back to Tig.
"Never seen you around before." The man speaks again.
Diana lets out a sigh.
"I'm not from around here."
He pauses and holds out his hand.
"Neither am I, the name's Kozik."
Diana doesn't want to be rude, not to anyone in the club at least.
"Nice to meet you." She shakes his hand.
Diana once again, turns her attention back to Tig. Hopefully this time, Kozik gets the hint. But he doesn't. Instead he persists.
"You want a drink?" He offers.
Diana inhales a deep breath.
"Yeah, I'll take a beer."
This time, he walks off.
She sees Tig's eyes following Kozik before he locks eyes with her. She waves at him with a bright smile but he brushes it off. He stays in the ring.
"I want Kozik up here." He speaks loud enough for Diana to hear.
She raises an eyebrow as two other men return with the blond man she had just met moments before. They toss him into the ring and the bell goes off. She watches in shock as Tig wails on Kozik. Her jaw drops but Kozik can hold his own. She sees the women that stand in wait around the ring, cheering for Tig and she can't help but to feel just a little jealous.
Tig was not her's and she wasn't his. She had made that pretty clear.
She unbuttons her shirt, showing off the nude lace underneath before she steps up next to the ring.
The other women look at her before they scoff in her direction. It was pretty apparent that Diana didn't belong here, not in this world at least. But she stands there, on her own, and she cheers for Tig on her own. She yells for him.
Kozik pauses to look down at her. Just enough for Tig to get ahead.
The bell rings and the fight stops, but not without blood pouring out of Tig's mouth and Kozik's nose.
Tig turns his back to Kozik and looks down at Diana, climbing out of the ring. He spits at the ground and wipes his mouth with his shirt.
"Hey there, sweetheart." He mutters as he takes a swig of beer.
Diana smirks at him.
"Hey."
Something about this side of Tig was hot. She knows it had to be partially jealousy, but there had to be something underlying. She makes a mental note to ask about it but she's here to enjoy her weekend.
Diana grabs a hold of his t-shirt, pulling him to her. She's laying claim to him without a second thought. Especially with all these other women around. She leans in and kisses the corner of his mouth.
Tig rests his hands on either side of her head, holding her close to him as he kisses her lips. He doesn't care who's watching. This woman was going to be his one and only. Come hell or high-water.
It's like the world stands still for Diana. Her hands still cling to his t-shirt. Her lips move against his in what feels like slow motion. Nothing else matters in this moment except for the two of them.
Tig moves to pull away but Diana isn't ready yet, holding him close.
"We've got it bad don't we?" She whispers.
Tig laughs softly as he meets her eyes.
"Yeah, I'd say we do." He whispers against her ear.
He wraps his arm around her waist, walking her into the clubhouse. He spots Juice and shares a look with his friend.
The man walks over and holds his arms out wide.
"This is Juice." Tig introduces him.
Diana returns the hug. According to Tig, Juice might be her new best friend.
"Wait until you see her collection, Juicy." Tig speaks highly.
Diana chuckles at the thought.
"What do you collect?" Juice asks.
Diana grabs herself a beer from the bar, since Kozik never returned with one.
"Mainly just old books. A lot of old records."
She takes a sip of beer, watching as Juice nods his head.
"I work in IT though."
Juice's face lights up at the mention of computers.
"Man, that's so fuckin' cool."
Diana laughs. It wasn't often anyone viewed her job as cool, most of the time, she was just considered a nerd.
"Juicy here loves that tech shit." Tig chuckles.
Diana smiles brightly as she sips from her beer. It was nice to have at least something in common with one of them besides Tig.
Tig grabs Diana's hand, pulling her towards him.
"Come with me." He interlaces his fingers with hers.
She shakes her head, walking over to the wall that's covered with mugshots. If anything, the clubhouse matches exactly what she had expected. She spots Juice's mugshot and she laughs.
"What happened here?" She points.
Juice just laughs.
"It involved a little bit of hacking, ya' know?"
Diana raises an eyebrow but she doesn't ask anything else. She looks up to see Tig's mugshot before she glances over at him.
"Do I need to ask?"
Tig shakes his head, waving it off.
"Probably better if you didn't."
Diana walks over to him, leaning against him.
He throws his arm over her shoulder. Her back is pressed against his chest and he holds onto her. It feels normal for him. It wasn't his normal night that ended with several women in his bed.
He kisses the back of her neck.
Diana holds onto his hand as she sips her beer.
"Come with me." Tig whispers against her ear.
Tig leads her down the hallway.
Diana pauses halfway and looks at the massive motorcycle on display in awe.
"This is gorgeous."
She refrains from touching it but she admires the work closely.
"It belonged to JT, one of the founders of the club." Tig explains.
Diana nods her head before she follows him further down the hallway.
Tig comes to a halt and pushes the door open to reveal the one place he had called home for the past several years. It was a mess but it was his home. His bed wasn't made and there were clothes strewn about.
Diana looks around the room. She looks at the black satin sheets then she looks at the pictures that cover the walls. It was very apparent that this was his home. She steps inside and she plops down on the bed with her glass in her hand. She looks back at him as she takes a sip of her beer.
"Satin?" She runs her hand across the sheets.
Tig only smirks.
"It's for the ladies." He wiggles his eyebrows at her.
Diana is quick to quirk an eyebrow at him.
"Yeah right." She laughs.
Tig lies down on the bed and he pulls her down with him. He presses his forehead against hers, his lips just a breath away from hers.
"I'm glad you're here."
Then he kisses her and this time he's slow with her. Nothing like it was in Vegas. Maybe it was because they had more time.
Diana's heart skips a beat. She would be lying if she said that she wasn't ecstatic that she was here, in this moment with him.