Finally another chapter… A month later I promise I'm tryna get back on the grind 😩

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General trigger warnings for this story: Language, smut, mentions of rape, abuse, drug use/overdose, violence/death.

CHAPTER 60: PROSPECT

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Sydney sat on top of one of the blankets that Tig had brought with a smile on her face as she watched him combing the beach for firewood - insisting that she stay put and off of her leg. Her appreciative gaze cascaded over the empty beach that had been overtaken by a blue hue as the sun began to get lower and lower in the sky. A smile began to spread across her face as the familiar euphoria crept through her veins. She took a deep breath, removing her feet from the blanket and sinking her toes into the cool sand as her eyes fell closed.

D: Think you can sneak away without a goodbye kiss?

She was startled by the sound of her phone vibrating, pulling her from the peaceful moment and filling her with anxiety as the reality of the situation waiting for her at home came flooding back - but her worry was quickly abolished when she realized that it was just Donut, smiling gratefully as she thumbed a quick response.

Kitty Cat: I'll owe ya an extra one next time

D: I'll add it to my birthday raincheck along with that lapdance ;)

Kitty Cat: I wouldn't have it any other way. Come visit when I'm better...

D: Will do, honey poo. I'll make sure it's a solo trip next time.

Kitty Cat: Oh D, you know me so well ️

Sydney felt her previous worry being replaced by appreciation for her gentle giant of a friend. If there was one thing that today had been missing until now, it was reassurance that her support in the MC hadn't been completely reduced to just Tig.

Tig dropped the armload of driftwood that he was carrying - hoping that it would be enough to create a half decent fire on the beach to round out what had been a perfect day. He looked up to see Sydney smiling at her phone, glad that her good mood wasn't being interrupted by news from home.

"Everything okay?" He questioned mostly for the purpose of filling the silence so that she wouldn't notice him trying to figure out how he was going to construct a bonfire out of the measly pile of sticks.

"Yeah." She smiled. "Donut just left for Tacoma."

"So nobody's got a hit out on me for stealing you away without saying goodbye?" He joked as he began trying to arrange the small logs into a teepee shape.

"Not yet… But you are an outlaw, so don't get too comfortable." She winked.

Tig smiled warmly at the thought, now that was a bounty that he wouldn't mind being the target of - especially if she got to be his prize. He let the exciting thought linger - as did the smile on his face - while he got back to work.

"Been a few years since your Marine days…" Sydney commented as she watched his structure tumble to the ground for the third time.

Tig inhaled sharply through his nostrils, slowly turning his head towards her in mock-frustration. "What'd I say about the peanut gallery?"

"It aint comin from the peanut gallery, it's comin from someone that could build a better fire than you." She pursed her lips tauntingly.

"Oh really?" He scoffed. "What? Were you Captain of the Girl Scouts too?"

"Maybe." She smirked, rolling onto her knees and crawling through the sand where she began constructing her own teepee from the wood he had gathered.

"Of course you were." He chortled as he rubbed his brow, looking over her much sturdier design before realizing that she had managed to distract him once again. "Jesus christ." He whined as he noticed her kneeling in the sand, getting to his feet and lifting her off of the ground - setting her back onto the blanket as if she was a toddler. "You just don't quit, do ya?" He shook his head.

"You're getting faster." She smirked as she laid back on her elbows in retreat.

"Trying to help me sharpen my skills, are you?" He raised a brow as he pulled out his lighter.

"Aint that what good old ladies do?" She quipped with a cocky smile.

"Damn…" He shook his head at her familiar antics as the flames caught on the fire that she had built, snapping the lighter shut and walking over to her where he leant down and dragged his hand up her thigh. "Who woulda thought that this was all I needed to do to bring that fire back." He grinned as his hand smoothed all the way up her body, landing on her face as his eyes flicked to her lips.

Sydney felt the divine sensation of her soul igniting under his touch, ignoring his playful nature as her chest lifted up closer to his. "You miss it?" She rasped, licking her lips.

"You know it." He growled, looking up to those passion-filled eyes before quickly looking back down to her lips where he tilted her head up and descended his mouth onto hers.

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Clay waltzed out onto the compound to wish his Southern Cali brothers farewell, feeling a sweet relief washing over him - each wave stronger with every step that he took. The road hadn't been smooth, but he was steadily approaching the destination that he'd set out for: peace of mind. His family was safe, his saviour was on the mend, and the long-time beef with the rival MC had been squashed. All he had left to worry about was Jax, Opie, and Laroy - which was much less concerning now that a majority of his plate had been cleared.

"Hap around?" Packer asked as he pulled his helmet on, squinting as he scanned the crowded lot for the bald man. If he didn't get to say goodbye to Sydney personally, he at least needed to speak to someone whom he could trust to pass the message on to his goddaughter.

"Nah, he hit the road last night."

"Ah." Packer nodded stiffly, surprised that the loyal man would've left without saying goodbye. "Well, you keep an eye on my girl now…" He eyed the Redwood President knowingly, his mind going to the way that Happy had awkwardly behaved before church the day prior. He hadn't previously thought anything of it - the man hardly spoke on a good day, but now he was wondering if there was something more to the story...

"I'll do my best." Clay chuckled.

"I know it aint an easy job." Packer smiled back, deciding that he was reading too deep into it and that Happy was likely just embarrassed to face the San Bernardino charter after letting something happen to their Princess - no matter how well they knew that there was nothing he could've done.

"Yeah." Clay scoffed with a nod. "I uh… I think that's what got us into this…" He spoke guiltily.

"It's the kind of loyalty she's got… The kind of loyalty her daddy had." He smiled proudly, hoping to convey that he didn't hold SAMCRO responsible over what had happened to Sydney. He knew better than anyone that throwing herself in front of that bullet was a choice - he just hoped that it would be one that would pay off for the fearless woman.

"James was a good man." Clay nodded.

"She will be too." Packer nodded back as he mounted his bike. "Given the chance…" He floated the idea cautiously, hoping for some confirmation to take home with him so that he could sleep a little better.

"Look… Les." Clay began. "This don't change what we talked about before you sent her out here."

"What about your crew?" He questioned as he squinted in the afternoon sun.

"There were a couple of doubts before." Clay shrugged. "Couple more after…" He spoke as casually as possible about the incident that he still harboured resentment over. "But it aint cause they don't want her around. Hell, I think they want her around a little too much." He chuckled.

"I'm glad to hear that." Packer smiled genuinely, relief filling his chest. "Wish I could say the same about my guys." He added regrettably.

"She's got a seat at my table, brother." Clay clapped Packer's shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile.

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Tig leaned back on his elbow as he took a hit off of the joint that he had rolled for them, exhaling the smoke into the orange sky as the sun set across the horizon and the fire crackled beside them. "This is better than I thought…" He remarked about the perfect day that he had managed to pull off, passing the joint down to Sydney who was in his lap, cuddled up against his chest.

"I came here, actually." She smiled nostalgically as she accepted the joint, bringing it to her lips. "When you went to Nevada the first time." She explained as she exhaled slowly.

"And here I thought I'd be surprising you." He chuckled as he looked down at her discerningly.

"It's a good spot…" She looked up with a bashful smile, resting her head back in the crook of his neck once she saw that he was just giving her a hard time. "You planned a good day." She nodded genuinely as he stroked her thigh affectionately below the bandage, taking another puff before returning the joint.

"Nah, it's okay babe. You finish it. I'm gonna pack up." He patted her leg gently as he carefully moved her down to the blanket that they were sitting on.

Sydney enjoyed the remainder of the marijuana as she revelled in the comfort and peace of the beach at dusk, wishing that they could stay there forever. She felt her chest getting tighter and tighter as Tig packed up the van, getting closer to the time that they would have to return back home.

"You ready?" Tig nodded as he stood above her with his hands on his hips, dressed back in his regular clothing.

"I guess." She exhaled dramatically, reaching for his hand so that he could help her up.

Tig smiled, pulling her up and into his arms where he carried her to the passenger seat before rounding the van in search of her dress, returning a few moments later. "Damn…" He groaned as his grip tightened around the teal garment. "Aint this a pretty sight." He drawled as his baby blue eyes raked over her as she sat in her bikini with her wavy blonde hair framing her sunkissed face.

"I don't have to put it back on…" She bit her lip as she swayed her chest back and forth slowly.

"You want me to crash on our way back?" He chuckled as he stalked up to her where he leant over her, placing the dress behind her seat.

"It would be worth it…" She rasped as she tilted her head up and pressed her chest against his, feeling herself trembling under his gaze.

Tig hesitated for a second, wondering if her response was laced with any worry she had about returning home to the table where she had been ridiculed just days before. But as his hands smoothed up her bare sides, he managed to brush it off.

"Damn, you really don't wanna go home, do you?" He grinned, lowering his mouth to hers in a hot, passionate kiss before she could answer, abruptly pulling away and rounding the front of the van to the driver's seat, smirking to himself as he caught the pink flush on her cheeks.

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As they made their way back, Sydney felt herself getting antsier and antsier sitting in the passenger seat. She just felt so far away from Tig... She couldn't tell if it was her nerves getting the best of her as they got closer to home - no matter how many times she tried to tell herself that she had nothing to worry about - or if it was the raging fire that he had lit inside of her. Either way, she knew that his touch was the cure.

She turned her body to face him as he boasted about guessing the mystery sound correctly on the radio show that they were listening to, leaning against the door as she put her body on display as much as the limited space would allow - dragging her foot up his calf slowly to get his attention.

"What the hell d'you think you're doin?" Tig raised his brow when he felt her touching him as he tried to concentrate on the road, shifting his gaze towards her slightly to see that she was laid back in her seat with her legs spread wide open - snapping his head back towards the road once he began drifting to the shoulder where a red car with Texas plates had been abandoned.

"You know…" She drawled bashfully as he looked away, looking down at her hand as she trailed it up the inside of her thigh lightly until she felt his gaze on her again. "The only thing better than looking at a pretty sight, is touching it." She lifted her head up to meet his eyes.

Tig felt a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips as he watched her other hand smooth over her breast. "Well get on over here then." He nodded to his lap.

Sydney bit her lip, accepting his challenge as she pushed herself out of her seat and got to her knees on the floor between them.

"No no no no no baby, not your leg-" Tig tried to stop her the second that she called his bluff, cursing himself for stupidly thinking that she wouldn't take him up on his offer.

"Tig, shut up." She cut off his protests, pressing her lips to his hungrily to stop his shaking head as he attempted to keep driving in a straight line.

"Okay." He gave in easily, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and indulging in her greedy kisses before he felt the van veering off to the side, feeling her lips move to his neck as he pulled away to straighten out.

"Don't crash." She whispered into his ear with a smile as her hand ran over his crotch, feeling him getting harder by the second.

Tig's breath caught in his throat when he felt her hands pulling at his belt buckle. He blinked a few times, composing himself before leveraging his foot against the gas pedal to help her get his pants down far enough.

"Jesus Chirst, Syd…" He shivered as she wasted no time wrapping her lips around him the second that he was free of his denim confines, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull as his fingers wove into her hair as she quickly began bobbing her head up and down.

Sydney raked her nails up and down his denim covered thigh as she sucked him off eagerly, the weight of his hand on the back of her head only pushing her to take him deeper into the back of her throat as she gagged and moaned around his cock.

Tig hadn't even realized, but at some point his eyes had fallen completely shut - completely allowing himself to be taken to the peaceful world that her mouth brought him. It was only when he heard the blare of sirens that his eyes snapped open to see that he was driving way over the speed limit on the dark road.

"God dammit." He groaned, begrudgingly coming back to earth and untangling his fingers from her hair as he slowed the van to a stop on the side of the empty highway, but apparently the van was the only thing that was coming to a stop. "Babe." He nudged Sydney, getting worried as he heard the cop turning off the sirens as he prepared to approach the vehicle.

Sydney smirked around him, feeling him swelling in her mouth as his stress began to build - which was exactly what she wanted. She pressed her tongue against the underside of his cock even harder as she continued to slide up and down his length.

"Syd!" He exclaimed as he watched the driver's side door of the squad car swing open in the side mirror, but in the same moment that his panic exploded - so did he. He writhed beneath her as he bursted in her mouth, panting and moaning like a whore as she licked him clean.

Sydney lifted herself out of his lap when her stunt had finally had the desired effect, cocking a brow and smirking at him deviously as he rushed to get his pants back up.

Tig glanced into the side mirror again now that he was properly situated to get away with a speeding fine and nothing more, seeing the middle aged man routing around his squad car for something. "You weren't kidding about that indecent charge…" He panted, shaking his head as his cheeks flushed - something that only she could make him do.

"Nu-uh." Sydney shook her head slowly. "Especially when my man has a reputation for me to uphold." She smiled knowingly.

Tig grinned when she brought up the bounty from last month that surely would've had any other woman running far from him. "You're fucking crazy." He shook his head before reaching for the back of her neck, pulling her against his lips harshly where his tongue claimed her mouth as his cock just had.

"For you." She nodded with an evil smile once he pulled away.

Tig felt a familiar tingling in his chest when he recognized it, that fire. The fire that he could see her eyes, taste in her kiss, and hear in her voice. The fire that spread from her soul and lit up his heart. The fire that he'd worried he wouldn't be able to reignite. The fire that he had no idea how much he'd missed until he was basking in the flames once again.

Sydney's eyes glossed over as she slipped under that familiar trance of Tig Trager - a feeling she hadn't gotten to experience enough of in the past couple of weeks, and she hated that the moment was about to be cut short by a half-bright police officer who was spending his Friday night looking to trap motorists on their trip down lover's lane.

"Go sit down. I'll handle it." Tig whispered tenderly, hating for their moment to be interrupted just as much as she did.

The pair waited as the middle-aged cop finally approached the vehicle, fiddling with his flashflight before clumsily shining it directly into Tig's face.

"Jesus Christ, man." He recoiled harshly, shielding his eyes from the blinding light.

"Now just because this is an empty road, doesn't mean you can be going seventy damn miles an hour-"

"I'm not listening to shit until you get that damn light out of my f-"

"I'm so sorry, officer!" Sydney cut him off, seeing that this was off to a bad start.

The man shifted his flashlight, not at all expecting to see a gorgeous, bikini clad blonde woman sitting in the passenger seat of this creepy guy's van.

"This is all just one big misunderstanding." She put on her best southern accent, remembering the car that they had passed a few miles back. "You see, I'm not from around here and this nice fella stopped to give me a hand with my flat tire. If it weren't for him, I woulda been stranded out here all alone until the wee hours of the mornin. I guess I was just a little too eager to thank him…" She looked down to her lap bashfully.

Tig looked to the officer to gauge his reaction before he nodded his confirmation - hoping that he wasn't crazy to put his trust in her after what she had just pulled minutes ago.

The highway patrol man blinked a few times as the absolute fantasy of a woman spoke her explanation, still trying to comprehend how he was lucky enough to lay eyes on the southern belle - let alone how the man driving had been lucky enough to get her in his van willingly. He had always been somewhat of a spiritual man, believing in karma - that what you put into the universe, you will get out. Maybe if he let the blue-eyed driver have his…

"Pull it over next time." He stated firmly, lowering his flashlight and walking back towards his squad car.

Tig looked from the window where the cop had been, to Sydney with wide eyes - shocked that her idea had worked. If he wasn't surprised by her before - he was absolutely mindblown now.

"Looks like we're good to go." Sydney shrugged casually as she watched the police car drive off in search of another driver to harass for a quota.

"Nah, nah." Tig shook his head. "Get back there." He growled, pointing to the back of the van.

"What're you doing, Sergeant?" She questioned with a seductive pur in her voice.

"Fixing your flat tire." He grinned as he pulled her out of her seat and to his lips, guiding her to the back of the van gently as he scoped out a position that wouldn't put any stress on her leg - deciding on the block heater with a smirk.

"Trip down memory lane, huh?" Sydney smirked as he gently bent over the metal box.

"You gonna squirt for me for old time's sake?" He questioned with a cocky grin as he slid her tiny bathing suit bottoms down.

"You gonna make me?" She challenged with expectant eyes as she looked over her shoulder at where he was undoing his pants behind her.

"Wanna remind me how I did it the first time?" He asked darkly as he lifted her injured leg. He remembered exactly what had made her squirt the first time - but he hoped that the combination of her ultra-high sex drive and heightened sensitivity would be enough to get the job done while she was still healing.

"Hmm… I think it started with a leg injury..." She chuckled, pressing her barely covered chest against the cold metal as she pushed her ass out against him.

"Well we're right on track then." Tig nodded, guiding her knee to rest on the heater as he dragged his hand over her bandage and up the back of her thigh.

Sydney whimpered when his touch left the rough bandage and landed on her soft skin, his calloused palm sending a jolt through her. "And then I was being a bad girl…"

"Yeah?" Tig responded distantly as his hand roamed over her ass cheeks, his thumb teasing close to her slit as he leaned over and attached his lips to the sensitive spot below her ear.

"Mhmm…" She hummed as she leant into his touch.

"What were you doin, baby?" He asked as he pushed her back into place, straightening up as his thumb travelled away from the familiar entrance and closer to the unfamiliar entrance.

Sydney shivered when she felt him going where they hadn't gone yet, moaning but choosing to submit - staying where he wanted her. "Teasing you…" She began as she rocked against his fingers gently, testing to see how much she could get away with.

"You do that everyday, doll." He scoffed.

"Making you jealous…" She brought up the sensitive subject - the one that they hadn't discussed but both knew was a major turn on for the other.

Tig felt her arousal spreading as she recounted the events of that day. "God you're so wet…" He removed his fingers, wrapping his hand around her neck and pulling her up to look at him as he slid them into her mouth. "Making me jealous makes you wet, huh?"

Sydney nodded as she sucked his fingers clean of her juices, squeaking in surprise when she felt him enter her harshly and unexpectedly - bottoming out with ease.

Tig shivered as he watched her eyes squeeze shut and then flutter open as he stood buried deep inside of that tight pussy that rocked every corner of his world. He slid his fingers out of her mouth, replacing them with his tongue as he pulled back before thrusting harshly once again, feeling her lock down on him before he lowered her back down to the metal surface, beginning a slow and steady rhythm that he hoped would be enough to bring her where he wanted to take her without the excessive use of force. He hadn't been properly rough with her in a while, not since their temporary demise when he had been trying to prove his love for her in any way that he could, and definitely not since her injury. He knew that she missed it, but he hoped that he could continue to temporarily fill the void with his creative tactics.

The contrast between this, and their first tangle on top of the block heater only served to remind Sydney that he was holding back because of her injury and she hated it, but the pleasure that he had rolling over her body was enough for her to quickly forget all about it.

"Feel good, baby?" Tig husked, out of breath as he gripped her hips while his snapped against them.

"Mhmm." Sydney moaned, looking over her shoulder at him with those glossy eyes that were begging him for more.

"Yeah?" He drawled, pulling his eyes away as he trailed one of his hands across her lower back, grabbing her ass so that he could watch himself slide in and out of her - letting his thumb fall between her cheeks as it had before.

Sydney's entire body jolted when he tested her again, biting down on her wrist as she looked into his light eyes which were coated with a dark lust.

"You like that?" His gravelly voice barely carried as he raised a brow, feeling her inner walls squeezing him even harder.

Sydney nodded with her teeth still sinking into her skin, feeling her legs beginning to shake as her stomach began tightening and her toes began curling. Her body had been crazy sensitive, but she hadn't expected that she would be crazy sensitive there too.

An evil smile spread across Tig's face when she gave her nod of approval, applying more pressure to her second hole as he continued fucking her. He knew by the way she was pulsing around him that he would be able to get the job done, and now he had valuable insight on what more he could do to get it done in the future.

Before Sydney knew it, her entire body was gyrating with her fourth orgasm of the day. She pressed her forehead against the heater as she drove her hips back against him, her quivering body unable to take any more of his deep strokes.

Tig chuckled when she tried to stop his movements, grabbing her hips to still her as he sped his pace. "Come on baby…" He encouraged her, listening to her screams until he finally felt it: her release coating his thighs. A wave of satisfaction rolled over him as he finally let himself go too, basking in the sounds of her mewling below him and her warmth around him.

Once Sydney came to, she slowly lifted her exhausted body off of the metal box to see Tig looking around for something that he could use to clean them both up - realizing he had buried the blankets under everything else when he'd packed up.

Tig rubbed his temple, looking back in Sydney's direction for something to use where he saw her standing - albeit wobbly - with her green dress dangling off of her lifted foot and a smirk on her face.

"What are you gonna wear when we get back?" He raised a brow skeptically. He knew that she didn't have much at all for clothes in his dorm, and there was no way he was letting her walk into church wearing the tiny bikini.

"I got an idea." She assured him.

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Clay sat at the head of the table without a bone-crushing weight on his shoulders for the first time in weeks. As he watched his crew trickle in, he received what he had been waiting for: the nod from Bobby confirming that Opie had successfully carried out the hit on Brenan Hefner, which meant that his pockets were about to be thoroughly lined.

This news was enough for his other worries to fade into the background - and for him to ignore the fact that Sydney and Tig were late. Laroy didn't have enough push in the small town to set something off nearly as strong as the Mayans had - and he had lived through that turmoil for decades, managing to come out on the other side. And Jax had at least started to get over whatever power trip he had been on - even if it had ended up costing the President much more than he would've liked.

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Tig pulled the van onto the compound, looking around the empty lot which was only illuminated by the street lights. He was glad to see that for Sydney's sake - and by extension, his own - that nobody had decided to stick around.

"Looks like you're in the clear, doll."

"Not yet…" Sydney scoffed, her eyes fixed on the door of the clubhouse.

"Hey." She looked away to see Tig's hand on her leg. "We're movin past this shit. Okay?"

Sydney nodded. She knew that she had nothing more to worry about, but she wouldn't be able to accept that until she was back in her seat at the table where she belonged.

Tig knew by her body language that she wasn't fully convinced, but he also knew that it would be much better to show her rather than tell her. "Aight, so what's this bright idea you got?" He changed the subject, nodding to where she was sitting half naked.

A devious smirk quickly replaced Sydney's weary expression. "Go get me one of your shirts, and my boots." She instructed Tig who raised an eyebrow and widened his eyes skeptically. "Unless… You want me to go in like this?" She asked innocently.

"What colour?" His face snapped back into place.

"White." She giggled.

"Okay." He nodded, hopping out of the van.

Sydney felt herself buzzing with giddiness and a stupid smile on her face that she couldn't wipe off no matter how hard she tried.. How was it so easy for him to lighten every one of her dark thoughts? Shrink so many of her doubts?

"Tiggy, wait!" She called out the window.

"What?" Tig jogged back over, looking over his shoulder at the door - knowing that they were already late. But instead of an answer, as soon as he turned back to her all he felt were her lips on his in a hard kiss that he could feel her smiling through.

"I love you." She grinned.

"I love you too." He smiled back, pecking her lips once again before abruptly pulling away. "Now quit tryin to get me into more trouble than I'm already in!"

Sydney chuckled as she slumped back into the passenger seat, looking down at her grown out nails as she waited for Tig to come back. That was when she remembered… The file from Alvarez. She sat up, popping open the glove box and practically ripping open the envelope which contained photos of Clay, of McKeevy, of the ports. All of which confirmed what she had been worried about this whole time: that the feds knew they were using the oil drums to transport the guns.

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Tig slipped through the front door of the clubhouse before realizing that he would have to walk past the open church doors. He froze, slowly turning back around in an attempt to sneak out and come around back undetected.

"Oh hey man! You're back!" Tig heard from behind him, his teeth clenching the second that he recognized the chipper voice as being the stupid fucking prospect. He turned his head as he exhaled slowly, shooting the younger man a dangerous warning glare.

"Oh shit." Half-Sack looked behind him and into the chapel where he could see Bobby looking at him with a raised brow. "Just uh… Just talkin to myself! Sorry." He nodded awkwardly, turning back to Tig.

"Get out." Tig sighed, shaking his head as he slipped out the front door - as he had tried to do the first time.

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Sydney opened the door to the van and eased herself down to the ground when she saw Tig approaching, accepting the large white t-shirt that he gave her and slipping it overtop of her bathing suit before sliding her feet into the clunky black combat boots. She fluffed her hair before turning to the side mirror of the van, standing on her tiptoes as she tried to get a good look at her outfit, placing her hands on her hips and tilting her head to the side when something didn't quite look right.

"C'mon c'mon c'mon." Tig rushed her.

She bit her lip, looking him up and down when she realized what it was that she was missing. "I need your laces." She nodded to his boots.

"What?" He shook his head incredulously.

"From your boots." She clarified innocently, knowing that wasn't what he was asking.

"Yeah, yeah I know from my boots. What the hell for?" He sighed.

"You wanna stand around and ask questions, or you wanna give me your laces? I thought we were in a hurry."

"We are." He urged her to drop the shenanigans.

"Oh? Shit okay." She feigned realization, pulling the hem of the shirt up.

"Goddammit." Tig grumbled, pulling her into his arms where he pulled the oversized garment back down, smirking knowingly at her playful grin.

"I'll put them back on for you later, Sergeant…" She got to her knees before him slowly, looking up at him with wide eyes as she began untying his boots.

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The silent room of leather adorned men perked up when they finally heard the sound of the footsteps that they had been waiting on, turning to see Sydney and Tig who were standing in the doorway. They all exchanged their knowing looks, but the looks only turned into full blown laughs when Tig hobbled into the room.

"Hey, I thought she was the one who should have a limp." Jax laughed.

Tig ignored the jabs, rolling his eyes as he took his seat, but it was Clay who noticed the cause of his altered gate: his laceless boots as Sydney brandished one wrapped around her waist as a belt overtop of the makeshift dress where the dark bikini could be seen through the thin fabric, and the other one wrapped around her neck as a choker. He raised a brow at her, chuckling when she just shrugged smugly.

"Alright." The President began. "Hefner's been taken care of." He gave a formal nod to Opie.

Sydney and Jax shared a look as the praise for the bearded man went around the table, smiling and nodding along as not to raise any suspicion - the only thing worse than Opie pretending that he'd carried out the hit, would be Clay finding out that Opie hadn't carried out the hit.

"And so has Alvarez." He looked to Sydney with a nod before the room exploded with cheers for their Princess - cheers of victory, cheers of support, cheers of respect. "And I'm going to tell myself that's why you had a wardrobe change." He winced.

Everyone laughed at Clay's joke, but Sydney even didn't hear it. She was beaming with the validation that she had needed - the confirmation that everyone at this table cheered for her, rooted for her.

"I let Cameron know his order is up. Should get the cash in the next few days, but for now..." Clay nodded to Bobby once the praise died down, the shorter man beginning to dole out a round of cash-filled envelopes that Clay had put together as a show of good faith to his crew who had more than earned it.

Sydney accepted her payout gratefully, but it didn't take her long to notice as she looked around the room that her envelope was much thicker than everybody else's. She quickly shoved it under her leg, hoping that she had been the only one who had seen - but the look on Jax's face from across the table told her that she hadn't been.

Church wrapped up relatively quickly and everyone was free to go home to their families where they were assured they could sleep a little tighter now that they had safely arrived at the destination that their President had been trying to bring them to for years: peace of mind.

"You wanna give me that file?" Sydney heard behind her as she stood just before the threshold, smirking mischievously as she looked back over her shoulder at Clay who was waiting at the table expectantly. She chuckled, nodding for Tig to go ahead as she stepped back inside the chapel.

"You wanna stop slipping me extra cash?" She challenged with a playful smile, pulling the folded up manilla envelope out of her boot.

"Pay your hospital bills." He shook his head as he reached for the item that had almost torn his club apart. "Gemma tells me that there will be more…" He added with a slight concern as he nodded to her stance.

"I'll be fine." Sydney rolled her eyes, the grateful smile never leaving her face.

"I hope so…" Clay nodded with a small smile. "I can't lose my prospect."

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Hope y'all are enjoying all smut If not then idk what to say other than I'm sorry but what are you doing reading this story:/ P.S. HOW do y'all write butt stuff and make it sound sexy 😭 I'm literally 12 years old and can't make myself write "asshole" and be able to take it seriously 😩

Song for this chapter:

Drive - Halsey