~𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙻𝚈𝙳𝙴~

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖

Months Later,

Bellatrix was livid.  She had just walked into the clubhouse, after coming back from a long ride with Happy, to find a pack of crow eaters surrounding her husband.

Bellatrix stormed over to where Tig was surrounded by the women, her eyes blazing with anger. "What the hell is going on here?" she demanded, her voice sharp.

Bellatrix's words hung heavy in the air as she stared down the women surrounding Tig. They dispersed quickly, sensing her anger. Tig, on the other hand, seemed unfazed. "Come on, babe, they were just being friendly," he said, trying to diffuse the situation.
The angry woman crossed her arms, unimpressed. "Friendly? They're practically climbing all over you," she retorted, her tone sharp.

Tig shrugged, a nonchalant grin on his face. "Can you blame them? I'm a handsome devil," he joked.

Bellatrix rolled her eyes, clearly not amused. "This isn't a joke, Alexander. I don't appreciate other women throwing themselves at you," she said, her voice firm.

Tig's grin faded, realizing he had upset her. "I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to upset you. It won't happen again," he said, reaching out to touch her arm.

Bellatrix pulled away slightly, still visibly upset. "It better not, Alexander. Because if it does, I will NOT be happy," she warned, before turning and storming out of the clubhouse.

Tig watched as Bellatrix rode off on her Harley, the sound of the engine fading into the distance. He knew he had messed up. He leaned against the wall of the clubhouse, running a hand through his hair in frustration. How had things escalated so quickly?

He had been enjoying a few drinks with some of the other members when the crow eaters had started flirting with him. He hadn't thought much of it, just enjoying the attention. But now, seeing how upset Bellatrix was, he realized he had been insensitive.

Tig knew he had to make things right. He headed out to the parking lot, hoping to catch up with Bellatrix before she disappeared completely. He found her parked by the side of the road, staring off into the distance.

"Bellatrix, I'm sorry," he said, approaching her slowly. "I didn't mean for things to get out of hand back there. I should have shut them down sooner."

Bellatrix turned to look at him, her expression softening slightly. "Tig, I just don't want other women throwing themselves at you. You're mine," she said, her voice tinged with vulnerability.

Tig nodded, understanding her feelings. "I know, and I'm yours. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again," he promised, reaching out to take her hand. "Let's go home, yeah?"

"No, I don't want to go home with you right now, honey. I'm still very ill with you, and I need to decompress. I'll be home whenever. Don't call me for a few hours. I'll call you if I need to." said Bellatrix

Bellatrix's voice was firm as she spoke, the disappointment evident in her tone. Tig stood there, watching her ride away, feeling a pang of regret for his actions. He knew he had messed up and now had to deal with the consequences.

As Bellatrix rode off on her Harley, Tig couldn't shake the feeling of guilt. He knew he needed to give her space, but he couldn't help but worry about her. He decided to head back into the clubhouse, hoping to find some distraction from his thoughts. However, the weight of his argument with Bellatrix lingered, casting a shadow over his evening
***

Bellatrix rode through the town square, the neon lights casting a soft glow over the deserted streets. The song "Little Rock" by Reba McEntire blared from her speakers, the lyrics resonating with her. She felt a mix of emotions—anger, sadness, and a tinge of regret.