[Sorry this has taken me forever to get back to. A lot has happened - one of the good things was I actually met "Tig" and, lemme tell you, that man is gorgeous in person. Anyway, I don't know how long this arch will go but once it is complete then this Mina/Tig will be complete. So, tell me what you think and, if you're inclined, what would you like to see happen to these two? Bare in mind, this is an AU AND He is the same ol' Tig. I mean, I have an idea but I'd like your thoughts. Okay, here you go.]

She had to laugh. Standing in the doorway of her master bathroom, Mina looked down at the naked ass face up in her bed; trailing up, she watched the torso move up and down slowly before letting her eyes fall onto the curly mop of black hair. They'd been like this for at least two days now. The robe she was currently wearing was the first piece of clothing that had covered her body in a while. She and Tig had definitely made up for lost time and she was blissfully happy.

Turning around to wash out her mouth, her phone played a familiar tune signaling Molly's call. She had called the day before and told her all about the shit that had gone down at the house, which made Mina grin from ear to ear. Oh to have been a fly on the wall, she had thought. Running quickly to grab the phone from the bedside, she answered quietly so as not to rouse Tig.

"Hello," she answered in a whispered tone.

"Hello Love!" Molly said, "I just wanted to let you know we'll be home later tonight. I'll text you when we're closer to home."

"Sounds good, where are you now?"

"Um, I think C-" Mina had heard Chibs say something about Utah. "Utah," Molly confirmed.

"Ah, okay, well, yeah, text me when you're closer and I'll put a pot of coffee on."

"Oh! Wonderful. I'll text you later. LET TIG LEAVE THE HOUSE!" Molly laughed causing Mina to chuckle.

"Psht, it's not me, it's him. I'll talk to you later." Mina hung up the phone and placed it back on the nightstand. She breathed a sigh of relief before she felt a strong arm wrap around her torso and pull her backwards onto the bed. She looked up into the blue eyes and smiled.

"Mornin'" he rasped and she giggled when she felt his erection on her inner thigh.

"Again?! Do you ever sto-aah-" her words were cut off as he slid his member into her. She sighed a bit causing Tig to grin widely.

"Don't you learn anything?" He leaned in close enough for Mina gently bit his lip. She tugged at it causing a surge of lust throughout his body and he thrust deeply into her. Mina let out a yelp and the headboard, which had more than likely made a dent into the wall behind it, knocked loudly.

Mina directed her gaze from the ceiling above to her lover, her eyelids half closed. With a smirk, Tig thrust into her again and again. Mina, who was in absolute bliss, dug her nails into his back causing him to hiss. He'd pause for a bit in between thrusts to tease her, causing her to whimper. Finally, she thought to herself, as his thrusts increased and her yells turned into moans of pleasure.

…..

He sat at the table below the bedroom and could hear her moans of pleasure followed by grunts. With each knock of the headboard against the wall, the man clenched his fists tighter and tighter until he was white-knuckling. His anger swelled and the man practically snarled as he heard the joy in her voice.

As the pounding continued, the man began to pound the table, syncing with the sounds above until his final pound hadn't matched up with the pounding of the headboard. His anger cleared and turned to anxiety when he heard "shhh," come from above. They had heard the pound from where he sat and before he could be discovered, he ran from the house to his truck. Speeding off, he watched from his rearview mirror as the naked biker ran from the door of the house.

…

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH GODDAMMIT!" Tig screamed as he entered the home again. Mina, who had wrapped herself in her robe, watched in fear as the biker pushed past her to the bedroom. "WHERE THE FUCK IS MY CUT?!" he shouted again before finding it on a chair beside the bed. Mina had followed him up the stairs and stopped in the doorway of the bedroom. Reaching into the pocket of the cut, Tig pulled out his cell phone and frantically dialed.

"JAX? Yeah, do you know anyone with a green truck? Dodge Ram 1500 four door? …FUCK….Well, we got a problem. A guy was in Mina's house and when I ran downstairs, he had already jumped in the truck and sped off….The fuck do you think we were doing?...I dunno, I'll ask-Babe?"

Tig looked to Mina who had been staring off into space at the burned tire marks in the street. He repeated himself, breaking her trance. She blinked repeatedly at him and answered. "Yeah?"

"Do you know anyone with a green truck?" She thought for a moment and shook her head before returning her gaze to the street. "She says no, Jax….okay, we're headed over. Bye." Tig hung up and threw the cell on the bed. Walking over to where his clothes lay, he reached for them and began to dress. "Babe, you gotta get dressed and pack a bag. We're gonna stay at the clubhouse for a couple days."

"What?" Her tone was more whiny teenager than scared of confused which made Tig a little angry. After all the shit they had been through at this point, he figured she'd not only listen to what he said but that she wouldn't give him shit for it. As for Mina, she thought about Molly and Penelope returning and stumbling into another potential situation.

"Did I stutter? We gotta go."

"You don't have to be an asshole about it."

"You just had some guy break into the house-"

"Yeah, my fucking house, I get that but it isn't helping that you're yelling at me."

"Well, excuse me for giving a shit."

"Excuse you? YOU? Excuse the FUCK outta me. I'm still trying to process all this after just having gotten over all that bullshit where I was a walking fucking target for a rival gang. Not to mention, practically having my boyfriend turn on me-"

"Oh, you know what, fuck you. You wanna fucking stay here, fine! Fucking stay."

"That's not what I'm saying at all just STOP."

"WE HAVE TO G-"

"STOP!" Mina screamed at the top of her lungs stopping Tig in his tracks. He could see her eyes swell with tears but she stood strong. As the tear streamed down her face, she looked up at him and through gritted teeth, said, "Just. Stop." Her face took on a shade of red and she could feel heartbeat increase. "I'm trying to think-please, just give me one moment." There was a beat as Tig watched her not knowing exactly what was going through her head. "What kind of truck did you say?"

….

In its hey-day, the Pioneer seemed to have been a popular roadside attraction with its giant windmill of blue and white that, though it was located on a clearing near the interstate quite a ways from the outskirts of Charming, could be seen pretty clearly from town. Now, the Pioneer was run down and tattered; the blades of blue and white have been chipped away so badly that the blades are more of a wood color and the remnants of its sails are left in tatters. The sign promises customers rooms by the hour and, it's said, has since become a place of ill-repute that only the criminal and desperate tend to frequent. At least, this is what the more upstanding citizens of Charming believe.

Though he did a plethora of research before making his journey here to find her, Quint hadn't looked into the background of this particular establishment. This wasn't because he hadn't overlooked this particular spot, it was more that he didn't care, it hadn't really mattered. It was a place to lay his head at night and it was cheap-what more did he need to know?

Besides, she'd welcome him. He knew it.

He thought he did. Sure, he'd changed a lot since they'd last saw each other.

But he knew she wasn't perfect either, and he'd overlook that. He'd forgiven her. They'd been through so much. He'd heard about her being hear…heard about her new friends…but

He'd never expected her to be such a goddamn slut.

As he sat at the desk looking through the mesh curtain of his hotel room, he reached into one of the many composition books before him and pulled out a crumpled picture of him and Mina. It showed the two of them many years ago sitting next to each other on the back porch of their pal Stumpy's house. He remembered the day was unseasonably cold for Chicago for a July but they all got together anyway for a barbeque and bonfire. That night, he'd kissed her and she said she loved him. He'd never forgotten it; it counted on that memory to get him through the multitude of sleepless nights within Cook County. When he'd be thrown into solitary because another guy tried something funny, he'd lay their alone on the stone slab and recall her smell and the softness of her lips. He waited for her. Saved himself for her…He assumed she'd do the same.

Not run away to here of all places.

Not to be with someone else.

He ran into guys like this Alex Trager inside. They slept with anything, anything, so why him, Quint thought.

Quint placed the crumpled photo down and smoothed it out before him. He stared into her eyes intently as he stood up to remove his shirt and his belt from around his waist. He sat back down again not breaking eye contact as he held the belt from the middle and used the buckle to whip his bare back. As the steel stung his back repeatedly he looked into her eyes and thought, "You are mine." He'd grunt and yet, the abuse continued. "You always have been….You promised."