Tig sat at the redwood table with his head throbbing. Tara had cleaned up his cuts the best she could but that didn't take away the pain.
Opie sat glaring at Tig as he cleaned the blood off his rings.
Clay was telling them, as well as Jax and Bobby that Donnas' death was to never be discussed again and everyone was in agreement.
"Good, this stays between us then," Clay said glaring at everyone.
Tig hung back to talk to Clay as the others left.
"Brother I have too much shit to deal with right now," Clay sighed, "can whatever this is wait?"
Tig was getting ready to break the news that Amber knew about his part in Donnas' death but suddenly thought better of it. With the mood Clay was in he was unpredictable and Tig knew that filling him in would potentially put her life in danger.
"I was just thinking maybe a lock down in needed, you know, we want our people protected while when we hit Weston and Zobelle," Tig was trying to think on his feet, not easy with a pounding head.
"So shit," Clay said eyeing him as if trying to figure out why he was blatantly stating the obvious.
"I'll be back a bit later then, need to sort some shit with Amber then."
Tig didn't give Clay a chance to object to his leaving and was out the door and on his bike before Clay could even leave the chapel.
Pulling up outside Juices he was going over and over in his head what he was going to say to her, "I'm sorry I haven't been in touch. How's your head?" he figured that was all he had to say. He didn't know what kind of mood she was in. He knew she had stayed at Tara's the night before and that she knew about Gemma's attack, Tara had filled him in on that much.
His rehearsed lines flew out of his head as he tripped over something as he walked in the door.
"God damn it Amber," he yelled regaining his balance.
She came running down the hall in a panic at the sound of his voice. She hadn't expected anyone, least of all him to come over until much later when Juice came home from hospital.
Tig's eyes widened at the sight of what he had tripped over. He didn't know which to question first, the unlocked door or the suitcase full of her clothes.
"What the fuck woman?"
Her mind raced back to the day he told her he would never let her leave town and her body suddenly flushed with fear.
"Tell me you're not leaving," he said taking a step toward her.
Without thinking she took a step back and regretted it as she saw his face first flash with shock and then anger.
"What? You're scared of me now? I fucking tell you I love you and you fucking run, literally, run away and now you're leaving Charming?" he yelled kicking her suit case.
"I can do this anymore, this town, you're club it's..." her voice was low but shaky.
"What? They're what?"
"Fucking toxic," she yelled. "The shit I've seen since being here, what I've been through that secrets and lying that go on in this place is mental."
"Seriously? You're one of the most fucked up people I've ever met. Don't act like you're above all this because you're not, not by a fucking long shot. Most of the shit you've been through has been at your own hands, because of who you chose to work with and because of your fucked up history. Have you stopped to think that it's not Charming, not the Sons that are toxic but you?
He regretted it before it was even out of his mouth but he said it and he couldn't take it back.
Amber's knees buckled underneath her and she hit the floor in a pile of limbs. She had been hit with the reality fish and she had been hit a little too hard. She couldn't really figure out what hurt more, the fact that what he said was true or that he had been so cruel to say it at all.
At the feel of his arms on her she lost it.
"Don't fucking touch me!" she look him by surprised and pushed him as she stood causing him to hit the ground.
She was on him, slapping him where ever she could before someone else pulled her off.
"Getting the shit beaten out of you by a girl Tragger? Would think it would be the other way around," Hale said.
"No problem here Hale so you can get lost thanks," Tig said
Hale was trying hard to hold onto Amber who was trying hard to pull away from him.
"Seriously, Hale you are pissing her off, let her go," Tig was getting agitated, "what are you even doing here?"
"A neighbour heard yelling and in light of the attack the other night I thought it best to investigate. And now, Ms Campbell, you are under arrest for assault, and if you don't calm down now I'll add resisting arrest to the list," Tig could tell that Hale was enjoying this.
"Know assault here, we just like to role play, don't we baby?" Tig said "I like it rough."
Hale rolled his eyes, "I'll keep that in mind when I carry out my investigation into the matter."
Tig could do nothing as Amber was pushed out the door and into Hale car, he could have kicked up more of a fuss but he couldn't risk getting arrested, not with the club in such a state, not with revenge around the corner.
Tig didn't really know what to do. The only one he could really call was Chibs but he knew he had Fiona shit to deal with. He decided to deal with it himself and followed Hale to the sheriff's department. He would have to enlist Unser on this one.