Tig was pissed. He knew something more happened to Gemma than a car crash. It was a clever story, but Tig knew more about LOAN than the rest of the club. Clay hadn't seen a need to call a meeting about it, and Juice was still working on it. Besides the fact he hadn't seen Finley in the past couple of days. She said she was out of town, meeting with her boss.
The black Range Rover pulling into the lot got half of the mechanics attention. A tall well built man walked around the back, opening the driver's door. A slender woman in a crisp black business blazer and skirt took his hand stepping down. How any woman walked in those stilettos was a mystery to men.
It took the woman taking of her sunglasses for Tig to choke on his cigarette. Holy shit. Finley glanced at him, then the garage. The man stood slightly behind her and to her right.
"I would like to speak to Clay Morrow, Jackson Teller, and Tig Trager," Finley said, but it sounded like an order.
"Why?" Half-Sack asked.
"Do you have a full patch?"
"No,"
"Then find them," Finley said a slight annoyance in her voice.
Tig stayed where he was, waiting and trying to figure out what he made of this. He figured Luke was the man behind her. He was taller than Quinn but built like Happy. And he obviously was attentive to Finley. Like a bodyguard almost.
Clay and Jax came striding out, looking with confused and upset. They looked Finley and Luke up and down. Clay waved everyone else back to work before fully sizing Finley up.
"Mr. Morrow, Mr. Teller I would like to speak to you about a common problem," Finley said.
"Who the hell are you?" Clay asked. It took an effort for Tig not to shout at his president for disrespecting his old lady. Luke had no problem.
"Do not speak to milady that way!" Finley placed a hand on the man's arm.
"No need for a pissing contest gentlemen, is there a better place to speak?" Finley asked.
Clay sized her up, looked at Luke then at Tig. Tig nodded his ok. He was curious why she was here. Leading them all into the clubhouse Tig waved everyone out, taking a glance at Finley who gave him a hint of a smile.
"Take a seat," Jax said. Tig noticed how Luke pulled out her chair. Why did that bother him?
"I'll get to the point. We have a mutual problem with LOAN. Ethan Zobelle is a racist and white supremacist but that isn't the problem necessarily. It's how he does business. He moves into a town, sets up a shop then proceeds to push out whoever he views as competition to his real business. Heroin and guns," Finley said.
"Is that so?" Clay didn't look convinced on being pushed out.
"Every place he sets up where an MC is, they fold or go to prison and then he moves in and they come home to nothing. Then there is AJ Weston, his enforcer who has no problem using sexual violence to send a message or stir up retaliation. He's a true believer in LOAN, my opinion is Zobelle cares more about the money," Finley recrossed her legs momentarily distracting Tig.
"How is that a problem for you?" Jax asked looking far more convinced than Clay.
"The firm I work for, Wolf Security and Retrieval, has tracked LOAN and the Aryan Brotherhood for a few clients. Zobelle and Weston pop up as players but always outside of reach. I just found out that Zobelle is a protected man, FBI informant," Finley said looking pissed at that.
"So what are you proposing?" Tig asked.
"You allow us to handle Zobelle and Weston. Any information we find that would be useful to the club, we'll share. But no making a move with them, let things flow," Luke said.
"And how are you handling them?" Clay asked finally looking interested.
"You can't go directly at a protected informant. It takes a little time and finesse to get it done in a way that minimizes blow back. As for Weston, I'd shoot him in the middle of main street if I could. Him you can go at more directly because of his known gang ties. All I can guarantee is that the job will be done," Finley said confidently. Luke nodded.
"And we just go about our business? Even if they interfere?" Clay asked.
"They interfered already coming to the lot, I suggest watching out for your supplier," Luke said.
Clay and Jax frowned at that. Tig's mind was racing. He agreed with Finley that you can't go directly at a guy like Zobelle, but he got the feeling she was killing both of them. He hoped Clay saw reason.
"I'll take it to the table," Clay finally said. Jax remained silent.
"I understand, but we will move forward on our side," Finley said, Luke rising before her to offer his hand. Clay nodded at her.
Tig watched Finley walk out, Luke had a small hand on her back. He wanted to rage in jealousy at that or be mad another man was touching her. But he couldn't. He saw the respect Luke had for Finley, and knew the other man would take more than a bullet for the woman he was falling for.
It was after close that Finley texted him to come over. She had made some homemade pizza and missed him. That got him to smile, a woman missed him. He hurried to his bike.
He didn't even get to knock. Finley pulled the door open and jumped up into his arms. Her mouth found his in a hungry kiss. Tig stepped forward enough to close the door so he could lean on it. When he couldn't breathe anymore he pushed Finley back enough to breathe.
"You can greet me that way anytime baby," Tig smirked. Finley gave him a peck.
"I didn't like having to pretend I wasn't with you, but it had to be that way so Clay would listen," Finley said wiggling to get down.
"I understand- Luke seems very…" Tig didn't know how to say it.
"He loves me in a very platonic way, he's my best friend. His actions spring from that," Finley walked into the kitchen. Tig followed, smiling when she placed a beer in front of him.
"I think I can handle that. Clay didn't say much else, have church tomorrow," Tig said inhaling the smell of the pizza.
"Ok. Like I said, anything I find club related I'll give to you. Let's just enjoy our evening," Finley smiled cutting the pizza.
"One question. Will you wear those heels again?" Tig asked, longing in his eyes.
"Outside of work? I'd have to persuaded," Finley smirked.
"Baby….I'll persuade you," Tig nearly purred.