"I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it."
A hopeful new member with an affiliation to a neighbouring charter shows up in Charming, looking to get in with the infamous Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club. The only problem...
For the first time in years, all Charming residents find themselves riding smooth alongside each other on the way to their goals, but how long will it last before somebody falls out of line, and brings down the entire group?
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His prospect. Sydney slowly made her way back to Tig's room, dragging her feet as she smiled at the ground while replaying Clay's words over and over again—the exact words that she'd needed to hear in order to shake off all of the worry that had accompanied her injury. His prospect. She took a deep breath as she reached the end of the hallway. His prospect. Her hand found the doorknob as she wiped the silly grin off of her face, she was ready to recover.
"I'll be out in a minute!" Tig called from the bathroom, a statement that barely registered as her focus instantly drifted back to the reassuring conversation. His prospect. She wandered over to the dresser, staring distantly at the photos on the mirror while her mind was off in another world; a world that, until now, she never realized just how impossible she thought it would be to truly become a part of.
"Hey," Tig nodded as he exited the bathroom with a backpack over his shoulder. "Babe..." He winced as his eyes landed on Sydney standing in front of the dresser, groaning playfully as he walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist, guiding her down to the bed and off of her leg.
Sydney ignored his efforts, resting her hand over his to keep herself upright. "When did you put these here?" She asked as she leaned forward, her fingertips tracing the strip of photos from the fair.
Tig smiled once he realized what it was that she was looking at, having completely forgotten that she hadn't known the photos had existed in the first place. "After I got back from Nevada." He grabbed her hand, pulling it up to his lips as he looked at her through the mirror. His smile grew as he thought back to that night at the fair... The night that she had first told him that she loved him, the night that she had shocked him—and everyone else—by cutting the balls off of the scumbag (which had firmly secured her ownership of his heart), the night that she had made him harder than any woman ever had, the night that they had fucked until they passed out...
"Let's get goin', I got another surprise." He patted her bicep.
"Another one?" Sydney looked up at him incredulously.
"Yup." Tig grinned. "Come on," he nodded out the door.
"Okay, now I'm not worth it." She scoffed, letting him usher her down the hallway.
