RECAP: Juice had become very uncomfortable. It made Tig very suspicious. Seeing Juice and Tig, Gemma finally decided to explain things.
"What he means is that due to everything she's endured over the years, there's going to come a point when she expects you to expect sex from her. This is what she's been conditioned to believe. She will do whatever you tell her to." Gemma stated
Tig frowned. He could get any piece of tail he wanted any time he wanted it. The sweet-butts and crow-eaters through themselves at him and his brothers. To know that she thinks he will expect her to give him sex actually upset him. He had never forced any woman to have sex with him and he was not about to start now. If they had sex, even if she were willing, he would still feel like he was forcing it on her. Of all the things he's done for the club, that was one of the few things he could NOT put up with!
Clay dismissed everyone not able to hear much more from Juice. Tig stormed out of the chapel making most of his brothers look on with interest. Juice went back to what he had been assigned to do. Gemma watched as Tig straddled his bike then burned rubber out of the parking lot. He was, well, confused. Yes, that was the best word Gemma could think of. Sure he was pissed at what had been discovered about Lilia. Tig was confused. Confused as to what to do with her. Confused as how to handle her. Confused as how to handle the inevitable.
Piney went to the bar to get a shot of Tequila. Jax wondered what was going on. Had Tig been reprimanded for something?! No, Tig does exactly as Clay tells him too. Jax couldn't help but wonder why Clay was being so secretive suddenly. He didn't seem to want to talk much about the girl they had saved from her husband and father. He looked over to his mother who only gave him a sad smile. With a shrug of his shoulders, Jax got back to work on some snotty woman's Lexus. Tig did not return to the Teller-Morrow shop until near dusk.
Lilia had finally woken up from the shot she had been given but remained in her room. She was afraid to leave the confines of her room.
One day she ventured out of her room into the main clubhouse. There wasn't anyone there except two prospects. They were just as afraid of her, because they didn't want to incur the wrath of Tig Trager, as she was of them. Everyone else had left for some club business. She sat down at the bar and looked around. Even though the prospects cleaned the clubhouse nearly every day, she thought it was filthy.
Timidly she asked where their cleaning supplies were at. The newest prospect went and fetched a ragged mop and half-broken bucket they used for mopping. All they had was a washrag to wash the tables and things down.
"I'm sorry Ma'am, this is all we got." The prospect stated
"We can, um, get you more supplies if you want. Just write down everything you need and we'll make sure to get it for you." The other one stated
The newer prospect went to get a piece of paper and a pen for her to write what all she wanted down. Looking around she began to assess what she would be cleaning. As she looked at her new living space, she realized everything would have to be cleaned. Once she had the paper and pen she began scribbling down what she would need to properly clean. A brand new mop, proper mop bucket, industrial sized broom, wood cleaner, bleach, new rags, Windex, toilet cleaner, among other things. The prospect took her list and went to find Gemma. He needed to get some money from her to get all the things on Lilia's list.
Gemma was wondering why he had this because she didn't believe Lilia actually gave them a list of cleaning supplies. She gave him the money and told him to hurry back. Gemma headed into the clubhouse but she only found the prospect. He confirmed that Lilia had indeed written the list after they talked about their meager cleaning supplies. He told the Queen how timid the girl was about asking and that he didn't want to piss off the SAA by not helping the girl get what she had requested. Gemma smirked knowing just how Tig would react.
She had things to do so Gemma headed back to her office before running her own errands. Sometime after she left, the prospect returned with all the cleaning supplies. Lilia emerged from her dorm room and was happy to see that it was still just the three of them. He filled the new wheeled mop bucket about half-way with steaming hot water before she poured half a cup of bleach into the bucket too. She very timidly asked the two prospects to move all the furniture out of the clubhouse so she could sweep and mop.
They weren't used to anyone talking to them nicely. They were prospects after all! They happily did as she requested as she took the new small bucket and filled it half-way with steaming hot water. She poured two capfuls of Fabuloso into it so she could start wiping down all the tables, chairs, and leather couches with it. Once all the furniture was out, which thankfully didn't take too long, she swept the entire room including the hall to the dorms and the kitchen. The prospects watched carefully as she did her thing.
They were afraid of what would happen when all the bikers returned and they found the two of them just sitting around while she cleaned. After she was satisfied with the sweeping, she began to mop starting with the hall to the dorms. It took about 45 minutes but she was finally satisfied with how clean the floors were. She finished wiping down all the leather couches so the prospects could return them to their original positions. She wiped down all the tables and chairs once more before they were placed back inside.
Her next task was wiping down the bar. Once it was dry, she took the wood cleaner and a clean rag and wiped it down. The prospects could already tell a huge difference in the bar! She left the cabinets with the alcohol alone for the time being. Her next task was the kitchen. She wondered if anyone had ever actually cleaned it at all. She was beginning to get winded and tired. That was nothing new, she'd been hurt before and still had to work through it, but the Prospects were getting a bit worried hearing how she was suddenly breathing.
"Miss, why don't you stop for today? You've done an amazing job cleaning the clubhouse already. The kitchen can wait." The older prospect stated
"It needs to be cleaned." She replied
"Yes Ma'am. But it can wait until tomorrow. No one will notice. You need to lay down." The newer prospect said
She wanted to fight them on it. She wanted to clean the kitchen. It needed a good scrubbing desperately. The two guys were adamant she go lay down. It was getting to be late afternoon and the bikers would be back at any moment. The newer Prospect went to dump the mop bucket and cleaning buckets for her as the other one began to put away all her new cleaning supplies in their supplies closet.
She laid down and within a few minutes, was fast asleep. Even though she didn't want to admit it, she had worn herself out. About an hour or so after she had went back to her dorm the Sons returned to the clubhouse. Things had gone quite well and everyone was in good spirits. Most didn't notice the cleaner clubhouse. Gemma had returned as well and was sitting in her office. The two prospects got to work getting drinks for everyone as they came in.