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

CHAPTER 34: INTERRUPTIONS

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Tig woke up the next morning with a smile on his face before he even opened his eyes after a peaceful night's sleep. His heavy lids lifted slowly, squinting in the bright sunlight that poured into the living room where he laid still for a few minutes before kissing Sydney's temple and scooping her up, bringing her upstairs where he tucked her into bed.

"Don't go." She whined, her arms circling his shoulders to keep him in place as he tried to straighten up.

"Didn't know you were awake." He chuckled into her hair as he hugged her back, thinking back to the last time that they'd been in this position; after Bobby's wedding when she had begged him to stay in bed with her - he wasn't going to pass up that opportunity for a second time.

"I'm not." She murmured with her eyes closed.

"I'm right here, baby." He nodded, laying down next to her and maneuvering her head to rest on his chest, rubbing his thumb over her arm while she slept for the next hour.

"You gonna let me get up now?" He pressed his lips against her neck as he rolled her onto her back.

"No." She smiled sleepily, running her nails lightly across his shoulder blades as he chuckled.

"I'll be back, you don't have to get up." He kissed her on the cheek before finally lifting himself up.

Sydney took a deep, cleansing breath - wrapping herself up in the blankets as she smiled in the comfort of normality before she finally decided to wake up once she heard the clanging of pots and pans. She rolled out of bed and padded into the bathroom, pulling on a silk robe before heading downstairs to seek out the source of the ruckus - rounding the corner to see Tig; shirtless, and frying up bacon.

"Thought you said you were comin back?" She leant against the wall with a grin as she took in the dreamy sight of her old man cooking her breakfast, half naked.

Tig spun around when he unexpectedly heard her voice. "Well I would've if you stayed asleep like you were supposed to." He shook his head with his eyes wide in mock-annoyance.

"Now we're even." She smirked as her eyes slid over him lewdly. "C'mere..." She bit her lip, motioning for him with a crooked finger and a dirty grin.

"I'm slaving away makin' you breakfast and you gotta come down here and distract me? C'mon, doll… That aint fair to your old man." He ranted as he walked over to her with his arms held out expectantly.

"Is it working?" She smirked once he reached her, draping her arms over his shoulders and tiptoeing where she tilted her lips towards his.

He scoffed, looking away from those innocent eyes as he placed his hands on her hips. "Maybe." He cocked his head, glancing back down at her as she grinned - giving in and leaning down to give her a chaste kiss.

But Sydney deepened the kiss instantly, not allowing him any time to pull away before she could open her mouth and tease his tongue with hers - smiling as she felt his hands moving to grip her waist.

"C'mon, babe..." He pleaded weakly, unable to hide the growl in his voice - or his growing erection against her abdomen.

"I'm making things easy for you, baby." She whispered into his mouth, licking at his lips.

"No." He pulled her hand to his crotch where she felt him rock hard beneath the denim. "I promise you're making it very hard for me." He narrowed his eyes.

"You want me to stop?"

"I want you to eat." He pulled away, returning to the stove where plated up the food that was now bordering on burnt.

"I'll eat, after you eat." She hopped up onto the kitchen island where she spread her legs with a smirk.

Tig felt his eyes drawn to her by a magnetic force even as he tried to ignore her, his pupils dilating when he turned to see that she was bare under her robe. He grumbled as he felt his body being pulled towards her as if he had absolutely no control, dropping the spatula and sinking to his knees on the ground in front of her where he wrapped his arms under her thighs, yanking her to the edge of the marble surface so that she was practically sitting on his shoulders.

"This what you wanted?" He taunted with his lips just a hair away from where she desired, lightly blowing against her as he spoke.

"Yes." She replied shakily as her head rolled back in anticipation.

He smirked, flattening his tongue and licking a long, tantalizing stripe through her folds, holding her quivering thighs tight against him as he repeated the same action a few times - listening to her labored breathing before finally wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking harshly.

Sydney squealed when he finally began eating her out with the enthusiasm that she so knew and loved, bracing herself against the counter as she arched her back while he brought her still hazy body close in no time. She straightened up so that she could look down into his eyes as his mouth worked her expertly, and the erotic sight had the desired effect as her body just began to pulsate, but the pleasure wave that she'd been riding quickly crashed. She opened her eyes in confusion as her orgasm subsided and faded into nothing, a chill spreading through her and easily combating the previous heat that she'd felt once she saw those commanding, ice blue eyes.

"You can cum after you eat." He stated from where he now stood above her.

Sydney's face flushed as her thighs instinctively rubbed together. She raised a brow and bit her lip, but once she caught her breath she realized that his assertion of dominance had turned her on too much to be able to challenge him in her flustered state.

"Now go sit down." He growled playfully through his gritted teeth, pointing to the table as she sat defiantly before him, teasing him the way that she knew he liked.

"Yes, sir." She cooed as she got to her feet, her eyes lingering on him as she turned and sashayed towards the table, sitting down and crossing her legs where she did her best to ignore the wetness between them - for now.

Tig nodded when she obeyed him - something that rarely occurred these days - before walking over with the plates, taking his seat across from her with the vase full of the fresh red roses from the night before, between them.

"You're not gonna poison me, are you?" She carefully examined her scrambled eggs before taking a weary bite, dropping the facade as she grinned around her fork.

"Damn." Tig slumped back in his chair with a grimace as he reached for a piece of bacon (extra crispy). "No faith." He shook his head with his hand over his heart.

"If you made me a good breakfast and finished me off, I might have too much faith." She smirked, chomping down on her own strip of bacon.

"Can't let ya get bored if I get too soft." He winked as he brought a coffee mug to his lips.

"You're right..." She rasped, her foot dragging under the table as she looked down at her plate coyly while it creeped up his chair before she pressed the sole against the inside of his thigh, trailing up towards the still prominent bulge in his pants. "I like you much better hard." She shot him a devious look through her eyelashes.

"You done eating yet?" He nodded to her half-empty plate.

"No." She replied casually as she straightened up, pulling her foot away quickly and turning her attention back to the remainder of her food.

Tig clenched his jaw as a rush of frustration crashed through him when she began to use his own game against him. "Come here." He stood, pushing his chair back aggressively which sent the ear-piercing sound of wood screeching against the freshly polished floors, through the room.

Sydney smirked, standing from her chair and slowly making her way around the table to where Tig was pointing to the floor in front of him, whimpering in surprise when he harshly jerked her towards him by her biceps.

"Greedy little girl." He spoke animalistically with his jaw clenched.

"I just want you, Sergeant..." She pleaded with glossy eyes. "Your strong hands." Her hands trailed down his forearms, reaching towards his chest. "Your filthy mouth." She leant in towards his neck, nipping at her favorite vein. "Your big cock..." She looked up at him as she sank to her knees, dragging her hands down his soft chest towards his belt buckle.

Tig gave in - he'd missed that pussy too much to try and stay within his role. He pushed everything on the table out of the way while she unzipped his pants, lifting her by her elbows and setting her onto the wooden surface before pulling his chair back in front of her where he sat down and spread her legs before him.

Sydney grinned in excitement when he cracked, laying back so that he could get to work - which he wasted no time in doing; twirling his tongue around her clit eagerly - no teasing like he'd done previously. She moaned freely - figuring it was the least that she could do to thank him for his efforts - which doubled in spurring him on as he flicked his tongue faster, holding her down as her legs began to shake.

"What the hell are you two doing?" Sydney heard a displeased voice behind them, tilting her head all the way back against the table to see Clay standing before the frenzied scene with a deep scowl - her orgasm once again being stopped dead in its tracks.

"Havin breakfast, what does it look like?" Tig whined, peering up from his position between her legs.

"What kind of sick shit did your mama's do to you?" Clay shook his head with a grimace as Sydney lay barely covered by the tiny black robe, both of them looking like kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar - literally.

"What'dya mean?" The pair asked in unison with their brows knit.

Clay didn't say anything, staring at them blankly - unsure of where he would start even if he wanted to answer that question.

"How'd you get in here?" Sydney's smile of amusement faded and was replaced by a creased brow when she realized that he'd shown up uninvited.

"Uh, door was unlocked." He finally averted his eyes, rubbing his forehead uncomfortably as the horny couple not only made no effort to conceal what they were doing, but also didn't bother to move from their position. "Have to make house calls now since neither of you answer your damn phones."

Sydney looked nervously down at Tig who mimicked her expression of worry. "Sorry man... Had an early night." He tried to explain, finally standing from his chair.

"I'm sure you did." Clay nodded sarcastically, trailing his eyes down to Tig's obvious erection. "Go get dressed, Jax will be back from the peckerwoods' soon." Tig nodded curtly, stalking down the hallway and up the stairs to ready himself for the day as Clay turned his attention to Sydney once they were alone. "You handle things with Laroy?" He raised a brow, revealing the real reason that he'd come by before church after being unable to get ahold of her.

"What?" She feigned confusion as she sat up.

The President's face dropped when she had no idea what he was talking about, realizing that he may have had a little too much faith in the young girl after he'd silently tasked her with convincing the Niners leader to reconsider his purchase plans.

"I'm just fucking with you." She dropped her facade with a cackle as worry plastered itself all over the man's face.

Clay forced a chuckle through his sigh, not even wanting to think about what was to come from Sydney and Tig today if he'd already had more than enough of their antics, and it was barely 9:00 A.M..

"You got out alive, so I'm assuming it went alright?" He mused.

"Damn, Pres." She shook her head. "You were really just gonna throw me to the wolves, huh?"

"Sydney, I'm tired." He groaned with a heavy blink of his eyes as she continued her vexing, building the suspense as she dodged his questions.

"You really are an old man." She scoffed, nudging him in the ribs before finally dropping the act. "Laroy's gonna take his original two for fifty - the rest as usual."

Clay smiled for the first time that morning when she pulled through with not only the cash, but the consistent partnership that they so desperately needed. "You must've sucked his dick real good." He laughed.

"My specialty." She cocked her brows playfully. "You almost got to see, actually."

"Yeah..." He trailed off, not wanting a reminder. "I'll owe Tig for that one." He scoffed.

"Now that I've told you the good news..." She watched his face fall once again before she looked to the ground. "He only wants to deal with me from now on..." She swayed nervously, peeking up through her lashes to gauge his reaction.

"Well." He cocked his head. "I guess I better keep you happy then." He surmised with a smirk.

"I guess so." She smirked back in relief.

"You want this to be public knowledge?" He glanced down the hallway and nodded up the stairs.

"I don't give a shit what he thinks." She scoffed.

"That's my girl." Clay nodded with a wink. "I'll see you at the table, quickly." He narrowed his eyes in a warning before taking his leave.

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Jax had finished tying the knot on the loose end with Piney and Opie, successfully baiting the half-bright rednecks into hauling sacks of explosives to their survival bunker instead of the AK's that they'd paid the measly $10k for. The VP breathed a sigh of relief as he rode away from the scene, inhaling the scent of smoke from the explosion out in the remote location. This was one of the few times that he felt satisfaction rather than guilt after ending a life for the club - maybe it was because he had called the shots, not Clay.

High on his win, he decided to take a detour and stop in at the hospital to see Tara where he hoped to figure out what the fuck Sydney had been talking about - if she had even been telling him the truth. He sent Clay a text to delay church, figuring that his successful morning had earned him some lenience.

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"Where'd Clay go?" Tig questioned when Sydney finally made her way to the bedroom, poking his head out the bathroom door as he rolled up his sleeves.

"Back to the clubhouse, waiting on us for church." She stated pointedly as she scurried around the room to make herself look presentable in a timely fashion.

"Didn't wanna ride with us?" His brows wrinkled.

"Got what he came for, I guess." She shrugged as she stood in front of her dresser and dropped her robe, biting the inside of her cheek to contain the smirk forming on her face when lust overtook Tig's expression immediately. "Which is more than I can say." She scoffed, rolling her eyes before disappearing into her closet.

"Hey!" Tig feigned offense, following her into the small room as she chose her clothes for the day. "That aint fair." He shook his head, stalking up to her where she ignored him - backing her against the wall by the door.

"It's okay, you're just too busy for me." She pouted studiously, dragging her fingers over his chest.

"I'm never too busy to take care of my Princess." He husked as he looked down at her with a depth in his eyes, pressing himself against her naked body.

Sydney let her eyes slide over him before they landed on his chest as she gripped his leather covered shoulder. "I think that flash says differently." She pulled him down to her lips by the back of his neck, kissing him deeply. "Sergeant." She winked as she pulled away, turning and walking to the bathroom, smirking over her shoulder before kicking the door shut.

Tig ground his teeth with his hands on his hips as he listened to the door slam, grumbling as he got started making the bed as he patiently waited for her to finish dressing so that he could remove it all again.

Sydney quickly pulled on a tight, white tank top that buttoned at the front, and a pair of light denim shorts, leaving her hair down in her signature loose curls that had held up nicely throughout the night - despite Tig's efforts. She bounded out of the bathroom and over to her vanity where she plopped down on the cushioned bench-style seat, quickly applying some light makeup.

Tig finished making the bed before sitting down in silence as he watched her brush shiny powder across the tops of her cheeks, but he stood when he saw her reaching for her lip gloss - stopping her with a grip on her wrist before she could bring the goopy wand to her lips.

She peered up at him through the reflection of the mirror, seeing him standing over her with authority as he guided her hand back to the desktop where she dropped the tube. He moved his hand to her throat, lightly dragging his fingers up the soft skin where she instinctively tilted her head back under the gentle pressure, looking up at him innocently as she turned in her chair so that she was facing him before he descended his lips on hers - claiming her mouth with his tongue and guiding her up by the grip on her throat where he pushed her to sit on the bed with his lips never leaving hers.

"We're gonna get in trouble..." She warned with a smirk.

"The only trouble you need to worry about, is the trouble you're gonna be in if you don't take my cock right now."

Sydney's face flushed when the brash statement hit her tongue, feeling her insides tingling as her breathing picked up. "What kind of trouble, Sergeant?" She asked shakily as she laid back on her elbows, not realizing how much she had missed his dirty talk.

Tig growled as her wicked expression taunted him, grabbing her elbow and flipping her onto her stomach where he pulled her hands behind her back. "The kind of trouble that'll have you screaming my name and begging me to stop." He rasped against her ear as he grinded his pelvis against her ass.

Sydney was glad that he'd pinned her down, or else he would've seen her eyes rolling back as his command sent shivers throughout her entire body. "Can I have both?" She asked as goosebumps broke out across her tanned skin at the thought - ready to do whatever he wanted, and ready to do it happily.

Unbeknownst to Sydney, Tig was glad that she wasn't able to see his face for the exact same reason as a grin spread across it. He brought his hand down swiftly across her denim clad ass cheek, the loud thud echoing in the room before her gasp followed. "I told you that you were a greedy girl."

"Only for you." She moaned, wishing that she had waited to get dressed.

"That's right, baby." He nodded as he worked his fingers under her waistband, beginning to tug the tight, revealing bottoms off of her.

Sydney's head snapped up when Tig's phone began ringing on the nightstand, smirking when her point was proven - the only thing that could save her from the frustration of yet another interrupted orgasm.

Tig stared begrudgingly at the offending device, strongly debating ignoring it - but he knew that the ice he'd been walking on with Clay was thinning. He growled, getting up off of her and stalking over to the small table where he plucked the phone off of the glossy surface. "We're on our way." He spoke down the line with a bite in his tone, snapping it shut before he could be chewed out.

"And you say that I need to be careful about crossing Clay..." Sydney scoffed as she got up from the bed.

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Clay sat alone in the chapel, shaking his head as he squeezed his burner in his unrelenting grasp before whipping it across the room where it bounced off of the safe against the wall when both Tig and Jax skipped out on their morning duties to bury themselves in pussy.

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"D'you think we're gonna be running today?" Sydney mused as she scanned her shoe selection.

"Nah, but you're gonna be riding." Tig swiped her keys from her hand and tossed them back onto the short table by the door. "You're with me." He nodded out the door.

Sydney concealed her grin as she bit her lip while watching him leave, thoroughly enjoying the dominance that his frustration provoked. She decided on her black mules from the day prior, quickly lacing them up and heading out the door after him.

Tig pulled onto the compound with Sydney on the back of his bike a few minutes later, parking in his usual spot with a little difficulty among the crowded rail - proving that church really had been waiting on their arrival.

"Maybe we'll be off the hook after all..." Sydney spoke as she removed her helmet, looking to the front gate where Jax was riding in late as well.

The blonde man parked his bike, nodding his greeting to the Sergeant who was staring him down. "Hey." He spoke as he dismounted his bike, hoping that Tig was just being Tig and would be reminded of his place in the presence of his superior.

Tig didn't move. He'd been able to table his need for revenge the last few days, for Sydney's sake - but being in Jax's presence with her by his side and nothing in the way to distract him from the fact that he had dared to lay his hands on his old lady had him wrestling with the urge to return the favor.

Sydney could feel the air around them getting thicker as they got closer to the VP, stepping forward to stand in front of Tig in hopes of cutting some of the tension.

"Can we talk?" Jax asked her, his eyes flicking up to Tig's.

"Yea-" Sydney was cut off by Tig moving her out of the way, walking up on Jax where he stopped only inches from his face.

"You know?" He cocked his head. "I don't know about that, Jax."

Sydney squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath. She knew he was trying - if he hadn't been, Jax would've been on his back right now. She stepped forward again, pressing her hand against Tig's chest as she guided him to face her.

"It's okay, Tiggy." Her pleading gaze doused water onto the raging flames behind his, shifting her eyes to Jax who was watching wearily. "Go inside, tell Clay we'll be right in. He'll understand." She held the sides of his neck as she nodded her assurance, keeping his focus on her and not on the man that he wanted to pummel. "Okay?" She urged when he didn't respond, narrowing her eyes before bringing his lips to hers.

"Yeah." Tig pulled away, covering her hand with his to let her know that his cold reaction was not directed at her. "Okay." He spoke as he pulled away, his gaze lingering on Jax before he fully turned himself away.

Jax watched the dark haired man with a faint smile of amusement, finally speaking once he was out of earshot. "You must whip him real good if he's listening to you like that." He scoffed.

"He listens to Clay." She shrugged, clearly the younger man knew little about what kind of reaction respect garnered.

"Yeah, that's my point." He looked at her as his smirk grew.

Sydney let herself laugh at his clever joke, but the awkward silence quickly set back in. "So, you told him what happened?" He asked with a grimace as he was forced to recount the regretful and severely misguided incident.

"Bits and pieces." She nodded vaguely.

"Thought you said that secrets were a burden?" He pulled out a cigarette as he leant against the metal railing.

"I said that your secrets were a burden." She scoffed.

"Fair enough…" He chuckled humorlessly as he lit up. "So I guess I should expect a beatdown for that sometime, huh?" He squinted.

"Did you really think I was gonna let you get away with it?" She raised a brow.

"Nah, guess not." He chuckled lightly, looking to the ground as the guilt stung in his chest. "I'm sorry." He looked up into her eyes, wanting her to know how sincere he was. "That was wrong." He nodded to the spot on her chest where his mark had faded away.

"Eh." Sydney shrugged, looking down at her red toenails with a small smile. "It's the only thing that you've done to show me that maybe you are an outlaw." She nudged him with a smirk.

Jax chuckled, glad that she didn't seem nearly as affected by what he'd done, as he was. "I uh, I talked to Tara." He swallowed the memory of the emotional conversation that he'd had with her earlier when she'd reluctantly told him the truth. "Why did you tell me?" He hoped for a sincere answer, having had no luck with any of the conclusions he'd tried to draw on why she would help him after the way he had treated her.

"I didn't do it for you, if that's what you mean." Her words were razor sharp as the encounter took a more serious turn.

"I know." He nodded. "So why did you?"

"Her being close to you is what made Kohn tail you." She explained. "The closer she gets to you without you doing something about him, the harder he's going to come at the club to try and scare her away."

"So you really did this for the club?"

"The golden fucking question." She smiled sarcastically as she shook her head and exhaled. "Yes, I did." She snapped. She understood why they had been skeptical in the beginning, but after nearly two months and countless acts of service, she thought that by now she would be past the point of trying to convince them of her motives.

"Okay." Jax accepted her statement. "So what do you think I should do about it?"

"Oh, so now my opinion matters?" She snarked playfully.

"I never said you weren't smart. You're way smarter than I am." He admitted.

"Well, I know that." She drawled with a smirk. "I think you should tell Hale." She decided after a minute of running through the best way to handle the situation - even if it was quite the opposite of what her first instinct had been.

"You want me to talk to the cops?" He tilted his head as his face wrinkled in confusion.

"I want you to do this the right way, so that there's no way it'll land on the club." She clarified. "You tell Clay right now that a personal issue could affect us? It won't go well. Hale knows and cares, I think you should tell him."

"Wait, Hale knows?" The plot only seemed to get thicker.

"Not directly - he doesn't know it's Kohn." She corrected, putting his suspicions to bed. "But if you tell him that it is, he'll understand what it means." She nodded reassuringly.

"Okay, I'll talk to him." He nodded, dropping his cigarette butt to the asphalt. "Now let's get in there before my ass aint the only one catching a beating." He smiled, draping his arm around her shoulders as they waltzed into the clubhouse.

"Sorry." Jax apologized for both of them as they entered the chapel to the full table waiting on them.

"Ah, the reaper royalty has finally decided to grace us with their presence." Clay mused as the two blondes took their seats.

"A queen is never late." Sydney stated with a smirk, giving a small nod to Clay to let him know that she and Jax had worked their shit out.

"I've had a long morning." Clay sighed, rubbing his eyes while Sydney and Tig shared a knowing glance. "I wanna make this quick; Jury and his crew agreed to take one order, $45k. I want you and Juice driving them up Monday afternoon, blend the truck in with regular traffic." He looked to Tig.

"Aight, we're gonna need somethin big though." Tig nodded his approval.

'I'll call Unser." Clay was overdue in speaking to the Chief anyways, figuring his old friend was once again in his debt... "Speaking of cops, run that $10k up to Trammel - let him know Nate's been taken care of." He nodded to Jax.

"So, where are we at with the Irish then?" Juice questioned.

"Only ten short." Clay spoke with a smile.

"How's that work?" Bobby questioned his President's math because according to the Treasurer, they only had $140k.

"Laroy's gonna take his two orders for fifty." Sydney announced with a sly smirk.

Tig whipped his head to the right, then back to the left for confirmation - but his President's smirk told him all that he needed to know.

"How'd you manage that?" Jax nodded with a condescending smile.

"The same way that I manage everything." She mused theatrically. "With my tits out and a gun in his face."

"And that aint gonna blow back on us?" He raised a brow.

"I guess we'll have to find out." She responded with a snip in her tone.

"Juice, call Laroy and set it up." Clay intervened, hoping to keep the peace between them long enough for his headache to subside. "I want you, and you, getting all those guns ready." He pointed between Chibs and Tig, making a point to separate him for Sydney for the day. "Take the prospect."

"Got it." Tig nodded, tapping the tabletop in confirmation before he stood from his chair and hastily made his way out to his bike, avoiding Sydney's smug little smirk as he did so. Now he understood where it was that she'd run off to the day before.

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