Sons of Anarchy

1. Tig 18+

Tig 18+ 

Y/n POV
          The night was supposed to be fun, hints the name, Funtown. It's supposed to be rides, games, and fried food, but what happened to your little sister, never. When they found her she was in such shock my mother couldn't look at her without crying, but all I could think about was making this guy pay. 
            At the hospital my parents were talking with the police, and Chief Unser was talking to Tristan. She said it was a guy dressed as a clown, so she couldn't give full detail. Once the police left my parents came to sit next to Tristan.

"I can't believe this happened to her." My mom cries.
"The police will find this pervert." Dad sighs.
"No they won't. They can't arrest every clown at Funtown. We need someone that doesn't follow the rules, and can't actually find out who did this." I sigh. 
"And who might that be (y/n), the sons?" My mom says sarcastically. 

     My dad looks over at me, and softly sits my mom down. He and I walk into the hall, and he looks into the room with a sigh. 

"If you do what I think you're going to do, don't tell anyone, but the sons." He orders me. 
I nod. "I'll be back later. Call me if she needs me." 

       As I walk out the hospital I see Gemma Teller smoking on a bench, and as I walk she turns to me. 

"You alright sweetheart?" She asks.
"Do you think the guys will help me with something?" I ask her. 
"You should ask Clay, but if it's about Funtown you don't have to worry." She tells me as a motorcycle shows up. 
"I will until I know he is gone." She just nods.
"Follow us." She orders me with a smirk.

      As I get to the car I notice they are talking, and looking towards me, but he nods to her. I follow them to Teller-Morrow, and when I part Gemma walks up to my car. 

"Just go inside, and tell them what you need." She tells me with a smile. 

       I walk in the bar part of the compound, and it's a lot bigger than I thought. Clay waves me in as I walk in, and he gives me a chair as he shuts the door. It's a bit intimidating as all the guys look at me, waiting for Clay to start, but a guy with curly hair keeps looking me up and down. 

"I want to start by saying something happened in this town that is unforgivable, and something has to be done. Now y/n has come here just to make sure what happened to her sister gets taken care of." Clay says. "Y/n do you have any information?" He asks. 
"All she could remember is a clown saying there was a game she could play, but he dragged her into the trees. He had his makeup on, so she didn't actually see his face." I tell them with hatred in my eyes. "She or anyone didn't deserve what happened to her." 
"You do know if we catch him we will hurt him." The curly haired guy tells me. 
"I don't care what happens to this pig. I just want him to learn he can't just do this to people." I snap.

        They look at each other, and Clay asks me to wait at the bar. As I get a drink Gemma sits next to me rubbing my back, and when we hear a bang from the room we turn. Clay comes to me, and tells me when they call me I come. 

        I stay there throughout the night drinking with Gemma, but I notice that guy keeps looking at me. 

"Gemma, who is that guy?" I ask her. 
She turns. "That's Tig." 
"He's been watching me since I got here." I laugh. "I wouldn't mind if he said something." 

    We laugh, continue to drink, and at some point Tig walks up to us. Gemma leaves to go sit with Clay, and Tig takes her seat. We talk about a lot of things, turns out he's a weird individual, but at least he's honest. I can joke with him more than I could with anyone else in my life. We somehow end up in a corner, with my leg on his hip, his tongue in my mouth, and his hands squeezing my ass. 

I let him guide us down a hall, into a room, and squeeze me against the door. He slides his kutte off as I pull his pants down, but I stand up. I kiss him before I push him onto the bed, and slowly take my clothes off. He watches my every move, and as I straddle him he grips my hips. He slowly guides me down onto him, but rams the rest of the way inside, causing me to moan out. He doesn't let me get adjusted as he pounds away, one hand on my hip, the other squeezing my ass, but all I could do was grip his shoulders, moaning loud. 

"Bend me over please." I moan out.

      He rams hard a couple times before bending me over, but he doesn't go back in. He pulls me up by my hair, and runs his tongue up my neck.

"Beg." He whispers.
"Please Tig, don't stop. I need you to keep going." I desperately moan.

      He then out of nowhere he rams into me with force as he pulls my hair, and grips my shoulder.  I couldn't hold back my screams as he just fucks into me so hard and fast I couldn't hold myself up. By the end I was face down in the bed with him having to hold my hips up, so he can go deeper. We fall on the bed trying to catch our breath, and he pulls the blanket over me. 

        I woke up at some point, I woke up, it's still dark outside, so I guess it's early morning. I look to my left, Tig is sound asleep, so I slowly slide out of the bed. After getting dressed I slowly sneak out of the bar, and drive home. I shower as quickly as I can, get dressed, and head to the hospital. When I walked into Tristan's room I saw my mother sleeping on the little window seat, and my father was looking over Tristan. When I got closer to her bed my father looked up at me with a questioning expression, and once I nodded he looked down at Tristan. 
        A couple days later Tristan was discharged from the hospital, and that night around midnight I got a call telling me to go to Teller-Morrow. Once there Tig was waiting by the door for me, and when I was close to him, he pulled me into his chest. 

"You snuck away from me." He chuckles. "You could've stayed." He leans closer to me.
"I had to check on Tristan, and didn't know if I could've stayed." I lightly say. 
"Come inside." He kisses my temple.

      We go into the same room as before, and I'm seated next to Tig. After some time, all the men show up, and I'm told everything is taken care of. They told me if my family needed anything all I had to do was ask. As I was walking out Tig cat he's up to me in the parking lot. 

"You want to stay for a drink?" He asks. 
"I would, but I promised Tristan she could stay at my place tonight." I told him.
He nods. "I'll call you." 

        As I drove away I knew I couldn't stay away from him, and I didn't. A week after everything I kept getting sick, so I went to the doctor. Turns out my doctor is Tara, Jax's wife, and what I find out makes me pissed. When I left the hospital I drove, speed, to Teller-Morrow, and once there I stormed into the garage.

''Is Tig here?" I ask. 
"In the bar." Opie says. 

    I stomp inside the bar, and when Tig sees me he smiles at me. When I walk up to him I slap him off the stool, and I keep hitting him as he rolls around. 

"You no good, grimey, and piece of shit." I vent out. "This is your fault." 
"Doll stop. Stop. What did I do?" He yells out, trying to crawl away. 
"You got me pregnant." I stop hitting him. 

         He looks up at me for a second before getting to his knees, and grabs my sides. He looks at my stomach for a second, then looks up at me, and then leans against my stomach. The other guys start cheering for us, and Tig finally stands. 

"You know I can't let you go, now?" He jokes.
"If I have to go through torture, so are you." I laugh. 

         Throughout the nine months, Tig never left my side unless necessary, and even bought us a little house next to Jax's. When I went into labor he was a complete mess, but when he held our son, James, he looked so calm.