Addicted

Four

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"You talk about me not being able to hang with the big dogs," Tig told her while he was holding her hair as she hugged the toilet bowl. He was trying really hard not to laugh, but a little chuckle escaped his lips.

"Not the time asshole," she told him as she stood up to begin brushing her teeth. Hungover was an understatement to describe Elizabeth at the moment.

"But you're so much fun right now baby," he said, poking her side before laughing and walking off.

Shaking her head, Elizabeth finished getting ready and walked out to the bar to see the woman she had figured out was Opie's wife.

"Hi, I'm Elizabeth," she said, sitting next to the young woman.

"Donna," she replied with a nod.

"You come around here often?" Elizabeth asked.

"Only when I absolutely have to," Donna said with a look of disgust on her face.

Just as Elizabeth was about to reply, Opie came up and placed his arm around Donna's shoulder. "Hey baby, Liz," he said with a nod in her direction as the pair walked off.

"Where you headed sweet cheeks?" Tig asked her as she was heading to her car.

"I got some shit to handle in Lodi. I'll be in touch," she told him.

"You forget you kissed me last night? All I get is a 'I'll keep in touch?' I feel used," Tig said, feigning hurt.

Tig was surprised when he felt her lips on his. "Bye Alex," she told him, laughing as she jumped in her truck and drove away.

She arrived to her appointment a few minutes early, so that gave her time to prepare. "Ms. Ross, Mr. Shield will see you now," his secretary said.

His office was huge to say the least, but Elizabeth never felt so closed in as she set across from the man that may be able to help her in her journey.

"How may I help you today Ms. Ross?" He asked.

"Sheila Ross," she stated her mother's name and saw the man physically tense up.

"Excuse me?" He said, looking towards her.

"That's my mom. You and her were  friends," she stated.

"I'm sorry, but I think you may have the wrong person," he told her as smoothly as he could.

"Oh but I don't. You helped my mom leave here when she got pregnant with me. I've seen the letters. I need your help," Elizabeth said as she pulled out the picture she carried with her everywhere. "This is my dad and who I'm assuming is my little sister. I want you to find them. I assume you know them."

"I do apologize for the inconvenience, but you have the wrong person. I do not know you or your mother. I'm going to have to ask you to leave," he said to her, standing up.

"No, I'm not leaving until you give me some more information," Elizabeth stood her ground.

"I'll call the police, Ms. Ross," he said, picking up the phone.

"I just want to know my dad," she begged.

"You shouldn't go digging up shit that should be left in the past," he told her as he slammed the door in her face.

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She wasn't exactly sure why she ended up in front of TM. All she knew was that she wanted Tig. When Elizabeth walked inside, the only person she saw was Juice at the bar on his computer. She took a seat beside him and ordered a glass of whiskey.

"I'll tell you why I'm drinking if you tell me why you're drinking," she challenged before taking a sip.

Juice chuckled,"Relationship issues, you?"

"Family issues," she said, laughing along with him. "You good at this computer shit?"

"I'm a fuckin' master," he said cockily.

"Okay then, I need you to look into something for me," she told him before handing him the picture.

"Who is this?" He asked her.

"My dad and sister. I have no idea who either one of them are. Could you help me?" She asked.

"It'll take some time, but yeah, I can help you," he told her.

"Thanks Juice," she told him before downing the rest of her drink just as Tig walked in. Elizabeth nonchalantly walked to his apartment with him following.

"What are you doing here?" He asked her before closing the door and beginning to undress. It had been a long day for the club, and he was exhausted.

"I'm here completely sober, I've had a bad day, and I want you to fuck the hell out of me."