As the sexually frustrating day drags on, new information motivates Tig to finally get a win against reigning champ, Sydney, under his belt - literally.

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

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CHAPTER 35: TKO

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"You sneaky little gash." Tig growled as he stalked into the office, slamming the door shut behind him after he had finally finished the mundane task of assembling and packing guns - which had done nothing but grow his frustration over the day's events as time dragged on before he could let it out.

Sydney raised a brow in amusement when Tig came barrelling through the door, as she had been anticipating all morning. "You knew I was going." She replied smugly, dropping her pen and sitting back in her chair as he rounded the desk.

"Bullshit I knew you were going!" The overwhelming combination of stress points had made his actions towards her a little harsher than he'd originally intended, but the smirk on her face told him that she didn't mind.

"Clay told me to handle it." She replied with a cocky shrug that came a little too easily for his liking.

"You think that's how it works? You can just bend the rules and go behind my back?" He placed his hands on the armrests of the leather chair, hovering over her threateningly.

"Well I did." She got to her feet. "And now we're $50k richer because of it." She spoke the words into his mouth, cocking her head with a smirk.

Tig ground his teeth, looking down at her as she stood toe to toe with him, pressing her tits against his heaving chest. People were usually scared of the Sergeant at Arms, seldom would they even think about disobeying his orders, but she challenged him without a drop of fear - and he liked it.

"And how'd we get that way? Huh? Cause you walked in there looking like a little slut, flashing your tits and that pretty smile to get your way?" He took a step forward, his chest bumping her backwards until he had her cornered against the tall filing cabinets behind her desk.

"You mean like I do to you?" She tilted her head, ignoring the fact that she could hardly breathe with how hard his body was pressing hers into the metal wall.

"Yeah, exactly like you do to me." He nodded, speaking in the raspy, condescending voice that had her quivering between her legs. "You suck his cock too? Wear that tight little outfit for him? Huh?" He tugged at her shirt.

"Are you jealous Tiggy?" She mock-pouted as she arched her back as much as possible in her predicament, sliding her body up his and reaching to drape her arms over his shoulders before she was stopped abruptly by his hand gripping her throat, pushing her head back against the cabinets with full force.

"This stops now." His mouth absorbed her gasp as he spoke the order with his voice low and dark, just above a whisper as his flame-engulfed eyes consumed her. "No more of your little games. You are mine, and only mine. You do as I say, when I say it."

"Is that so?" She stared at him hard, a direct contrast to the way that her soft hands gently stroked up his arm where he held her in place bruisingly, effectively distracting him as she pushed back against his grip and tilted her head towards his lips. "I can't let you forget who you fell in love with." She leaned in further. "You might get bored." She recited the excuse with her lips against his ear before pulling away with a smirk.

"I didn't forget who I fell in love with-" Tig growled, ripping himself out of her grasp and stomping to the door that led to the garage.

"Lunch! Now! Go!" He barked to the mechanics, pointing out the bay doors before slamming the second office door shut, stalking back over to Sydney who stood with red cheeks, wondering if maybe she'd bit off more than she could fit in her mouth...

"-But I think that you have." He pushed her back against the filing cabinets, his hands cupping her jaw as he tilted her head back as he dove for her neck, biting down and sucking harshly before finally pulling away to reveal a bruise that was sure not to fade for a good while - which was exactly what he wanted.

Sydney squeaked when he assaulted her neck, knowing now by the intense sting of the bite that she'd pushed him past his breaking point. She didn't even get a chance to see his face before she was quickly spun around and slammed back against the cabinet, panting heavily as she felt him yanking her bottoms down.

"This is the last time that getting me mad will make you wet." He scoffed warningly as he tested her entrance, slicking himself in her abundant arousal before harshly snapping his hips forward.

Sydney stood frozen with her burning hot face against the cold metal when he pushed inside of her, giving her a feeling she'd never experienced before; a head-spinning combination of pain, pleasure, desire, and fear that knocked the air clean out of her lungs - a sound escaping her that was a cross between a gasp, a scream, and a cry.

"Now those-" He pulled her head back to look at him, gripping her chin with her cheeks squished between his fingers. "Are the sounds that you should make for your old man." He stared at her with expectant eyes, giving another punishing thrust when she stayed silent, which pushed the same foreign sound through her tightly sealed lips. "That's better." He hummed, beginning a rhythm that started a medley of dick-tingling, hiccuped screams while he held her head in place.

He watched her slowly begin to break down, shoving her face back against the wall when she tried to use those seductively innocent eyes to her advantage. He soon felt her walls starting to constrict around him, pulling out and turning her to face him, smiling wickedly as he watched her cheeks flush bright red. He softened his movements, trailing his hands lightly down her arms from where they'd been harshly gripping her biceps, and easing up on the pressure that his body was exerting against her chest.

"Do you love me, Alexander?" She switched tactics, whispering shakily as she looked up at him where he stood stoically above her.

"More than anything." He replied easily, his cold expression and twitching jaw only adding fuel to the passionate fire burning in her core. She couldn't help herself as he delivered the tender statement, launching herself towards his lips in a frenzy that the frustrating morning had spent brewing.

Tig assumed the same position as before with his hand on her throat and his body pinning her against the storage unit when she lunged at him. His lips were against hers, but he wasn't kissing her, teasing her instead with his teeth bared. He pulled back and lifted her leg with his free hand, deciding to test her flexibility as he rested her calf on his shoulder before leaning back in.

"Do you love me, baby?" He spoke against her lips tauntingly as he teased her weeping core with the tip of his dick, quickly pushing all the way inside of her before she could answer, watching her eyes roll back.

"Yes." She choked out, not expecting what came next as he flexed his hips, hitting so deep inside of her that she squeaked.

He held her in the excruciating position while he rubbed his thumb over her pulse, chuckling darkly as he stared into her pleading eyes. "Then act like it." He pulled out, pushing off of her where he tucked himself back into his jeans as she leant against the filing cabinet, gasping for air. "You're taking lunch. With me." He nodded to the door. "Let's go."

"The fuck I am!" Tig wasn't the only frustrated one as she stood with her chest heaving as she tried to regain some composure after steadily declining the slope of yet another orgasm.

Tig cocked his head when she talked back, slowly walking up to her with his head tilted and his eyes squinted, as if he was deeply trying to comprehend what she'd said.

"You don't own me." She seethed the angry clarification, her fiery eyes penetrating his soul in the dead silence as they stared each other down before he managed to catch her off guard, shoving her back up against the cabinets.

"Yes. I. Do." He sneered against her quivering lips. "I warned you earlier." He pulled away and gave her an animalistic once-over. "Now get that ass to my room, I ain't done with it." He jerked away from her harshly before stomping out the door.

Sydney looked down at her shaking hands as she felt the threat of tears tingling behind her eyes, and the buzzing of unfulfilled desire between her legs. She may have pushed him past his breaking point, but he had successfully gotten her to hers. This was no longer want, this was need.

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Jax pulled his bike up along the second cop car that he was to deal with this morning - only this one wouldn't be leaving with a leaky radiator, this was a patch job.

Trammel bit the inside of his lip as he stared down the outlaw, keeping his mouth shut now that he knew what would happen if he didn't. "What's this?" He nodded as Jax wordlessly handed him an envelope.

"Gratitude bump." Jax nodded behind his sunglasses. "Clay was cleared of everything. We appreciate your silence." He nodded. "And I'm sorry about your friend."

"Okay." Trammels brows raised as he nodded slowly, remembering why he preferred dealing with Jax out of everybody else.

"The guys that killed him? It's been taken care of." Jax slid the thin black sunglasses off of his face as he hung his head under the more somber topic of the day that his anger couldn't quite gloss over this time. "Shit like that won't happen again."

Trammel didn't meet his eyes as he took in what he hoped was the sincerity of his words - something that he had never questioned from the VP. "We together here?" He finally looked up, shoving the envelope in the glove box.

'Yeah." He nodded. "One big, happy family." He put his squad car into gear and drove off.

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Tig sat in the armchair in his dorm, tapping his boot against the dark-coloured carpet while he waited for Sydney. The encounter had gone even better than he could've hoped - having only planned on using it as an excuse to overpower her and get what he'd been after all morning, but all of his pent up frustration had inadvertently turned it into an opportunity to subconsciously work out the grievances they'd conjured up against one another in the past weeks.

Sydney took the time to redress, straighten herself out, and tell herself that she didn't need what he would give her - which had been unsuccessful - before making the shaky, begrudging trek through the clubhouse. Once she reached his door, she took a deep breath before pushing it open, grinding her teeth when she saw him lounging back smugly. She leant against the door, pushing it shut behind her as she stared at him bitterly with her arms crossed, trying - and failing - to regulate her breathing.

"Come here." He ordered, watching her slowly drag her heels across the floor before reaching the spot between his legs where he'd summoned her. "Get undressed." He challenged once she set the tone with her continuously defiant actions.

Sydney looked to the ground when he made his demand, beginning to tremble as she felt her body doing what he'd asked, even though her mind was begging her not to give him the satisfaction.

Tig's hungry eyes feasted on the power that her vulnerability was hand feeding him, his erection straining against the zipper of his jeans. "Here." He tipped his chin towards his lap.

She glared at him with her lip turned up as her resentment grew, begrudgingly making her way over and straddling his lap - angrily following his degrading orders as if she had no choice.

"What's wrong? Don't like being forced into submission?" He questioned knowingly, making her scoff as she looked out of his condescending gaze. "Hey." He gripped her chin, forcing her hardened eyes back to his, looking over her body slowly as she quivered with desperation. "I know how you're feeling right now." He nodded sympathetically, rubbing his thumb across her cheek. "You know why?"

She pulled away as best she could with her face in his hands, averting her eyes out of embarrassment. "Why?" She whispered while she stared at the bathroom door with tears of humiliation in her eyes. She knew that she'd lost this round, and she'd lost hard - maybe even harder than he'd lost when they'd first got together. She really did have no choice, he was the only one who could give her what she needed.

"Because it's how you make me feel all the time." He stroked her hair before leaning into her neck and inhaling her scent. "And if you be a good girl?" He whispered against her skin, nodding as he ghosted his lips up her neck. "I'll make it all go away." He finished his proposal with his teeth grazing her jaw.

She stared at him where he sat below her, his lips inches from hers as any previous desperation she'd been feeling was instantly replaced with the emotion she was most familiar with; anger. The frustration had brought everything she had to be angry for, to the surface - which, unbeknownst to her, was exactly what he wanted.

"Spoiled little Princess doesn't like losing, huh?" He mused tauntingly as he watched her grow more and more enraged in his grasp, hoping to bring as much of her resentment to the surface so that he could fuck it out of her.

"Fuck you." She spat, venom lacing her tone as she pushed off of him and turned away.

Tig smiled when the familiar icy-hot chill ran through his veins. He launched himself out of his seat, grabbing her wrist and yanking her back to him where he was met with an unexpected stinging across his cheek.

Sydney froze the second that her palm collided with his face out of pure impulse, watching as he stood with his body turned from the recoil, the unfamiliar feeling of fear creeping into her heart as she waited for him to process a reaction to what she'd done. She hadn't planned on reacting physically, but it was how she was wired to deal with anger - and she had too much of that lately; anger over the bullshit that their relationship had endured at the hands of no one but themselves, anger over Jax, anger over the loss of her dad, anger over SAMDINO never being what she needed, but most of all - anger over Tig possessing the power to get her this angry in the first place.

Tig felt the grin pulling at his lips; that sinister grin that everyone talked about, as the sting spread across his cheek. The sick bastard had always enjoyed getting hit a little too much - hence the record he'd held in SAMCRO for most fights lost - and this was no different.

"I know you didn't just hit me, did you baby?" He mused with a devious squint as he resumed his posture.

"Do you need me to do it again?" She seethed, her plans of apologizing going out the window as he continued to taunt her.

Tig stood still, letting her mind wander for a moment before quickly shoving her down to the bed by her shoulder. He flipped her onto her stomach the second that she landed, letting her knees rest on the floor while he pulled her arms behind her so that she couldn't fight back as he sank to his knees behind her, wrapping a hand around her throat and pulling her up against his chest.

"Safeword?"

"I don't need one." She snarled before he shoved her back down to the mattress.

"You will." He spoke coldly, holding her in place by her wrists, pulling them up uncomfortably between her shoulder blades before his hand came down on her ass cheek hard.

Sydney cried out loudly in both pain and surprise when he spanked her harder than she ever could've anticipated, but even more surprisingly - as soon as the blow was delivered, her muscles relaxed and a wave of release accompanied the pins and needles that spread through her lower body, sending a visible shiver through her.

"Get up." Tig ordered when he saw the goosebumps break out over her skin, leveraging his weight against her arms punishingly as he pushed himself up from the ground and dragged her to her feet to face him. "Tell me." He commanded, getting no response as her hardened eyes stared right through him. He gripped her throat with one hand, and her shoulder with the other, swiftly turning her so that she couldn't look at him defiantly anymore.

Sydney whimpered as he manhandled her, flipping and yanking wherever he wanted her. His grip on her throat eventually loosened, the pads of his fingers teasing the sensitive skin before lightly tangling in her hair while the cold metal of his rings contrasted the blush burning in her neck. The restraining arm he had across her hips let up too, dragging his fingers in tight circles over her mound.

"Tell me." His grip returned suddenly, making her gasp. "Come on, use that pretty mouth for something other than talking back." He coaxed with his lips against her ear, pressing his thumb against her clit.

"I'm yours." She moaned shakily the second that he touched her where she'd been aching for contact, her eyes rolling back.

"Yeah?" He dragged her to the armchair where he sat back with her in his lap. "You're mine baby?" He began massaging her slowly.

"Yes." She whimpered.

"You sure?" His digits made a sudden intrusion, making her gasp when he finally provided her with some much-needed relief. He slid his fingers into her mouth when she cried out, letting her bite down on them as he began prodding her g-spot.

Sydney sucked on his fingers gratefully when she was unable to form any coherent words, all she could do was moan and writhe against his chest, and hope that the desperation behind her eyes was enough to convey that she was admitting defeat.

Tig ripped his fingers out of her when he saw the look on her face, pushing her up off of him and getting to his feet. She responded favorably this time, falling back on the bed and yanking him to her by his belt buckle, looking up at him as she undid his pants and lowered her mouth onto his cock.

"Yeah, you're mine." Tig nodded with a chuckle when she sucked his dick just as greedily as she'd sucked his fingers, allowing her to continue for a few seconds while tracing her jaw before he lifted her mouth off of him. He leaned down and pushed her up the bed before grasping her ankles, swiftly pulling her back down so that she was now on her back, in the same spot.

Sydney leaned up as her face flushed with excitement, tilting her head back as he crawled over her, waiting for his lips, but he pulled away from her face and latched them to her nipple instead. She threw her head back when he ravished her chest, shivering when she finally felt his mouth on her in a way that wasn't brutal or taunting. She slid her hands down the collar of his shirt as the pleasure began to intensify, needing to feel his skin against hers.

Tig let her fumble with the buttons of his shirt for a few seconds before he pushed her back down to the bed by her chest. He lessened the pressure, lifting his hand slowly in case she tried to push the boundaries, nodding approvingly when she stayed down. He held her eye contact as his mouth returned to her chest, licking at her hardened nipples before dragging his lips all the way down her body, licking a long stripe through her folds the same way that he'd done earlier.

He watched her back arch as her body tense under each torturous pass of his tongue, grasping her hands and pulling her eyes towards his as he sucked her clit into his mouth, twirling the tip of his tongue around the oversensitive bundle of nerves.

"Tiggy." She whined, throwing her head back and pushing herself against his mouth.

He pulled away when she got too comfortable, hovering over where she needed him most as he stared up at her until she looked down at him, spitting onto her clit once her eyes met his before diving back in, holding her thighs against his shoulders. He worked her with his mouth in every way that he knew how until he finally let her climax, not stopping as she began to squeal when the sensitivity became too much.

Sydney shook beneath his grip, her toes curling against his back and her hands pulling at his curls until he finally pulled his mouth away. She lifted her head slowly as it spun with the effects of the long awaited, and highly anticipated orgasm, her eyes hooding with lust as she looked down at him.

Tig almost cracked when she looked at him like that: her eyes hazy, her hair messy, and her cheeks red. He lifted her up the bed, climbing on top of her where he laced his fingers in hers and brought her hands above her head, holding her down against the mattress as he pushed inside of her.

The cracks in Sydney's facade deepened when he began fucking her hard and deep with his hands holding her down, not letting her touch him the way she wanted. Finally, her actions became more submissive than combative, her need for release overtaking her need to win - staring at him with her mouth agape, moaning the way that he wanted.

"Good girl." He nodded with his forehead against hers, leaning to kiss her rewardingly, but instead pulling away and moving to her neck.

Sydney felt her second orgasm approaching quickly. She pulled at his shirt while he was distracted by making her come, which she thought was successful when he sat up and ridded himself of the offending garment - but he didn't let up on his pace as he did so.

As soon as her squealing got louder and her walls began pulsing around his dick, he dove down to her lips where he kissed her for the first time since their quarrel had started. Her hands clung to his neck, holding him in place as her lips devoured his in a needy flurry, even as her body released. But that was all part of his plan, because as soon as she got a taste of what she'd been after, he pushed her back down - straightening himself up as he pulled her legs up to his chest, hugging her knees together as he continued fucking her from the new, and incredibly deep angle.

Sydney felt her body giving out when he began overstimulating her, understanding now what his plan was as he gripped her waist harshly, pulling her to meet his thrusts as he pounded against her already quivering walls. She screamed with each snap of his hips, tears filling her eyes as she shook her head.

"No?" He raised a brow as he felt her walls constricting around his dick so quickly again.

It wasn't that it didn't feel good - it was that it felt too good; too good for her to form any proper words as another orgasm approached - an orgasm that she didn't know if she could handle. "N-no." She whimpered just before the familiar feeling crashed through her once again, sending tears streaming from her eyes as her mind went blank and she lost complete control over her body. Now she was his.

Once the initial high wore off, Sydney gained enough control of her senses to feel Tig moving her leg and sliding an arm under her stomach to flip her over. She laid on her shaky arms and knees, panting with tear-stained cheeks as she felt his mouth on her from behind before he pushed into her once again.

"You're gonna give me one more." He told her as he leveraged himself with a hand on her lower back.

Her entire body pulsed with sensitivity once he was inside of her again, she wouldn't have been able to protest his demand even if she wanted to - nodding her fuzzy head as best she could, which felt like slow motion as she looked up at him with her lazy eyes as he grazed his hands along her lower back before gripping her hips and beginning the final race to the finish line.

Sydney lowered her head against the mattress, unsure if she would be able to stay conscious, but knowing that she needed to touch him if she wanted to try. She reached behind her blindly as she wept into the blanket, grabbing one of the hands that he had on her hip and squeezing it as tight as she could, dragging it up her body, to the top of her head.

Tig felt a shock of arousal run through him when she brought his hand to her head to hold her down as she pushed her hips back against him to meet his thrusts - fucking herself on his dick before she finally exploded with her final orgasm. He blinked a few times as he willed himself to stay focused, but now that he was focused on the new and familiar goal, he quickly felt the effect that he'd had on her body; she was impossibly hot, wet, and tight as her spasming inner muscles milked his cock like never before.

He pulled her arms behind her back and pushed his hand between her shoulder blades, arching her back as he snapped his hips harshly against her ass, impressed with his stamina in the predicament, he hadn't even thought about how good this felt for him - this was business, not pleasure. He felt himself approaching the edge, pulling her up abruptly to look into his eyes while he squirted his seed into her.

"Are you- gonna- come for me- Tiggy." She choked out as her eyes rolled back and more tears loosened.

Tig came on command when, even on the verge of passing out, she was still concerned over his satisfaction. He pressed his lips to her forehead as her body completely gave out in his grip, pulling out of her and wrapping her up in the blanket while her body buzzed with an abundance of aftershocks, hugging her tightly as he stroked her hair while she slowly came back down to earth after being launched so far into space.

"You weren't kidding about that safeword." She chuckled as she shivered against his chest, her body feeling less numb with each second that passed against the warmth of his.

Tig laughed when the first thing that he heard from her was a joke, settling his mounting worry as he contemplated the slap, the tears, and the 'no', now that their game was over. "You still mad at me?" He looked down at her with a raised brow when, as usual, she surprised him.

"Yes." She looked up at him with a smirk.

Tig snorted as she continued to test him, even after what had just transpired. "Yeah, yeah." He pulled her head against his chest so that she couldn't look at him with those eternally playful eyes. "Start thinking about that safeword." He kissed her on the forehead and stood from the bed, scooping her up and setting her on top of his dresser as he began looking for some clean clothes.

"Wear the black one." He heard from where he was crouched on the floor, rifling through the stack of various motorcycle t-shirts in the bottom drawer. He looked up to see Sydney's foot against his chest, guiding his eyes up to her where she sat with her lip between her teeth.

"Okay, baby." He smiled bashfully, straightening up where he got between her legs as she sat perched on the chest of drawers, kissing her tenderly before hugging her tight against his body.

"I didn't touch him, you know…" Sydney clarified with her nose in the crook of his neck while he rubbed her back, pulling away and looking up at him sincerely.

"I know." Tig winked, grinning as he lifted her back into his arms. "Let's get you cleaned up."

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"You better rein in your ATF boyfriend!" Hale looked up as the angry voice that carried across the station house, startling him from his thoughts - his aqua blue eyes landing on Jax as he pushed past Gutierrez and advanced towards the desk that he had covered with evidence against them.

"Agent Kohn isn't on my payroll, I don't keep tabs." He stood calmly, hoping that by not looking like he had something to hide, Jax wouldn't find it in plain sight.

"Yeah, well maybe you should." Jax scoffed as he felt the simmering anger in his chest beginning to boil, his eyes instinctively flicking down to the desk covered in photos of him, of his club, of his clubhouse... "He's not here for SAMCRO, Hale." He brought his gaze back up, hoping that this conversation would be enough to kill whatever case they were clearly trying to build. "He's here for Tara."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Hale scowled angrily, but it wasn't anger at Jax - it was anger at the sense that he was making.

"This guy was stalking her in Chicago - thinks she came back to Charming to be with me." The ridiculous accusationstung on the tip of his tongue as he presented it as such, but he shook it away. "I'm telling you, this guy is nuts, and he's gonna hurt her."

Hale nodded slowly as it all began to come together... Chicago, Tara's inquisition regarding restraining orders, the fact that he hadn't actually been sent on an interstate weapons case. "Jesus Christ..." But before he could do anything - and he knew he had to do something, he was interrupted by Chief Unser.

"Hale!" The older man nodded from the doorway. "Let's go, hotshot. Water and Power just dug up some old bones out on... Forty-four." He trailed off once he saw Jax, a sight that made him realize just where those bones might've come from...

"Be there in a minute." Hale bit out, turning back to Jax where he lowered his voice. "Kohn is my problem. I will handle it."

"You better, man." Jax nodded. "Or I'm gonna."

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Sydney emerged from the hallway, hand in hand with Tig after getting straightened out - which had been more of a task than she'd bargained for after his extensive efforts. Her head was still spinning, but she had regained enough control of her body that she could walk with his assistance, heading outside for some fresh air to clear up the hazy cloud in her mind.

Tig's brow creased when he felt Sydney's hand pulling him back when he tried to take a step forward, turning around to see her stopped dead in her tracks, glaring at Cheryl who sat on the couch with Chibs across the bar.

Sydney felt a smirk pulling at her lips, her feet carrying her towards the older woman - completely forgetting about her wobbly legs and fuzzy brain.

Tig's eyes widened as he watched her strut with no regard for her unstable body, towards the whore that continuously tested her.

"What the hell do you want, slu-" Cheryl scowled as Sydney stomped towards her.

"Tig's sheets need washing." Sydney cut her off, cocking a brow as she brushed her tousled, post-sex hair over her shoulder.

Cheryl's face fell when her eyes landed on the hickey on Sydney's neck, looking over her disheveled appearance, then Tig's, her expression souring as his bitch tried to order her around again. "I'm not-"

"It's your job, isn't it? Cleaning cum off of the sheets after the men finish with their women?" Sydney questioned with a stoic face and a cocky tone, cutting off whatever weak 'I don't take orders from you' protest she was about to utter.

"That's right, doll." Tig nodded his confirmation, eager for an opportunity to further prove his loyalty to Sydney.

Cheryl looked to Chibs for backup, but the Scot offered no such thing, looking at Sydney and then back at her with expectant eyes. "I didn't think you'd need to be reminded of your place around here, love." He whispered into her ear, winking to Sydney as his comment sent Cheryl stomping past her and down the hallway to do as she was told.

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Song for this chapter

I See Red - Everybody Loves an Outlaw