"If I can't have love, then I want power."
Sydney struggles to stay afloat in Charming as deception among SAMCRO's highest ranks threatens to drown the entire club after Tig's tragic mistake. Will the weight of her alliances drag her beneath the sur...
Jax's plan to slight Clay backfires and gets another member hurt, leaving a battered and confused Gemma to feel like it's all her fault. Meanwhile, Tig does what he can to take back his rightful place next to Clay, which only ends up pushing Sydney further away.
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Tara crept across the pavement on the soles of her black leather boots, to the point where she was almost tiptoeing as she scurried through the dark compound that was void of any bikes - a sight that, a few months ago, would've had her elated, but now it only sent the growing chill further up her spine to know that Gemma had been left alone.
She felt her feet carrying her even faster, sending her gliding towards the office door where the only source of light could be seen, praying that she was not about to walk into something horrible - something else horrible.
She sighed as she peered into the doorway to see Gemma, asleep in her desk chair. Her prayers had been answered, but as usual, they had been answered with a double-edged sword, because though the sight wasn't the kind of horrible that she wished she hadn't had to fear, it was still a kind of horrible that made her heart crack beneath her chest.
She smiled sadly, crossing the small room where she crouched next to the battered woman, slowly sliding her hand over her's where she watched her jump in a way that she understood all too well.
"It's me." She whispered, staring deep into her eyes in the calming way that Sydney learned to ease her mind with after each time that she had inadvertently startled her with her touchiness. "Sorry I'm so late..."
"Wha-" Gemma finally caught her breath as she looked around the dark room. "What time is it?"
"It's almost 10:00 P.M.." Tara watched her clutch her forehead as tears filled her panicked eyes. "How are you?" She asked gently.
"I'm fine." Gemma nodded as she struggled to get to her feet with a grunt. "Gotta get to the house... Neeta is probably worried sick." She scoffed, cursing herself for the only moment that hadn't been agonizing to endure, in the last twenty-four hours.
"Gemma..." Tara followed her to the door where she turned to face her with a pain that she could only imagine the magnitude of. "You need to talk to somebody about what happened... It doesn't mean you're weak, it just-"
"That's why I've got you." Gemma whispered, nodding as she squeezed Tara's hand before making her way out to the car.
