It's Been A While [Tig Trager x Reader]

Chapter 10

The hospital lights were blinding. You winced because of the pain on your stomach. You looked around you, the smell of bleach was faint because you had oxygen tubes in your nose. You saw the IV in your arm and felt nauseous. You looked to your right and saw Gemma sitting in the chair. “Hey.” you whispered. She looked over, “Hey, sweetheart. How ya feelin’?” she asked.

“Like I was stabbed.” you chuckled, “Is Y/D/N okay? I can't remember much from what happened.” Gemma leaned over, “She’s fine. Half-Sack’s getting her something to eat.”

“Where’s Tig?” you asked. Gemma took your hand, “Him and the guys went to find your ex. They weren't gonna let it slide.” Your eyes widened, “Gimme your phone. I need to call him.”

“Sweetheart, you can't let him go. Let them finish it.” she said. You sighed, “No! I have to finish it! Give me your phone.” Gemma handed you her burner and called Jax.

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“Tig!” Jax whispered, “Y/N on the phone. Take it.” Tig took the phone, “Hey, doll. I’m sorry I’m not there, I gotta get this asshole.” he said.

“Don't kill him. I want to finish it myself.” you said.

Tig looked at the guys, “She wants to do this herself.” he mouthed, “You sure, darling?”

“He almost hurt my daughter. I want to do it.” you said, “Just grab him. Tell me you brought the van.”

“Yeah, we did. We’ll do that.” he asked.

“Yeah, just take him to the cabin and keep him there until I'm ready to go.” you said.

“Yes, ma’am. Love you, darlin.” he said.
You blushed, “Love you too.”

Tig hung up. He walked over to the guys. “Change of plans. We grab him, take him to the cabin. She wants to finish him. But we're gonna have to keep him until he's well enough to do it.”

Jax nodded and Chibs and Happy went in to ask the clerk where Y/B/N was. They came back out. “Room 6. He's still here.” Happy said. Jax nodded, “How we gonna do this?”

“We might need the clerk. Give him an excuse to come out.” Tig said. Jax nodded, “Someone get him back here.” Juice left. The clerk came back with him and they went up to Room 6. The clerk knocked on the door, “Excuse me, sir. There's a problem with your bill. You need to come and fix it.”

“What in the hell are you talking about? I paid ca-” he said, opening the door and freezing as he saw the Sons pointing guns at him. Tig pulled the clerk away and went in first, “Hey, dickhead.” he said, with your boyfriend backing up, everyone pooling in.

“I should have left this shitty town as soon as I left Y/N.” he said. Tig shook his head, “Nah. We need ya here. Got some business to attend to.” he said as he pistol whipped him in the temple. He passed out immediately and the guys dragged him out and threw him in the van and headed to the cabin.

▪ One Week Later ▪

“You ready to do this, Y/N? It's alot to handle.” Gemma said, as she parked in front of the cabin. You nodded and got out slowly, holding your side.

Tig walked out and rushed to you, “Hey, doll. We got him in there.” he said with an unsure look on his face. He walked you to the door and opened it. You took a deep breath in, stood straight and walked in.

“Oh shit.” he said. You gave him an evil smirk, standing right in front of him so his eyes were level with your stomach, “Not so intimidating, are you?” you said.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I was stupid and angry. I had a bunch of rage. Please, plea-” he begged until you slapped him. You squatted down to his level, “You’re a coward. Beating on women, it's not tough. It's a pussy move because you can't fight like a man. You're even more of a pussy now because you think apologies will help you while I have the upper hand.” you said.

You stood up and put gloves on and Tig handed you his knife, “You almost killed me. Endangering my daughter's life because of your recklessness and jealousy.” you said walking around him, “I want my face will be the last one you see before you die.” you said before standing in front of him and driving the knife into his chest. He gasped for air, and you pulled knife out and pulled his face and made him look at you while you stared him dead in the eyes. He died with you holding him and you stepped from him and leaned against a wall.

You slid down the wall, and dropped the knife. You took the gloves off and threw them down. You stared into space and took deep breaths. The guys took his body out and Tig went over to you, “Are you okay?” he asked.

You looked up at him, “I am. I feel content, knowing that it's all over.” He held out his hand and you took it, he helped you up and took you outside. Gemma was standing against her car, smoking. You took both of his hands and looked at him, “The DNA test is still at home. Y/D/N’s is done. Just need yours.” you said. He smiled, “Okay. Let's do it, baby.”