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

Chapter 33

You called Tig in a panic, but he didn't answer. Your neighbor from across the street, whom you always thought was a nice guy, had kicked you out of his car on the side of the road when he offered to give you a ride somewhere because your car was in the shop.

“Tiggy! Phone!” Bobby yelled from the bar. Tig ran over to it and grabbed Bobby’s burner from him. “Yeah?” he answered.

“Alex, why the hell didn't you answer your phone?!” you yelled. You were pacing on the dusty side of the road, stranded.

“Whoa, whoa. Baby, calm down. What's going on?” he asked worriedly. You took a deep breath, “I need you to pick me up. I’m a little past the Welcome sign. I’m stranded here. I’ll explain why when you get here.” you said.

“Alright, I’m on my way.” he said, then he hung up. You put your phone in your bag and kept pacing.

After a bit you heard a motorcycle rumble and you heard it getting closer. You saw him pull up and you lifted your sunglasses.

He got off his bike and stepped over to you, “What happened?” he asked, holding your shoulders.

You shrugged him away, “Well, since my car is in the shop, I needed a ride to the bank and our lovely, or so I thought, neighbor Jeff offered to give me a ride.” you paused, “After we left the bank, he put his hand on my leg. I ask what he's doing, he says ‘Oh, nothing.’.” you mimicked, “He moved it further up my leg and soon he moved it to my boobs, he started grabbing them. I tell him, ‘You know who my husband is?’ and he just nods. He pulls the car over here,” you point a little further from where you're standing.

“I push him away, and he has the fucking nerve to say, ‘Yeah, he’s a biker. I know what goes on at those parties. You only met him when you fucked him once or twice. You were everyone’s whore there.’. I was shocked, so I hit his leg as hard as I could, and then he undid the seatbelt, and opened the door and he pushed me out of the car!” you yelled.

Tig was fuming. He was so angry, his fists were clenched, he was shaking his head. Then he relaxed a little and led you to his bike. He drove you home and then he told you to get inside. You saw him looking in his mirrors at Jeff across the street.

He stood up, and took a small gun that he had in the side compartment, and walked over there.

You saw Jeff move his mouth, and then saw Tig hit him on the head, repeatedly, with the gun, you weren't sure which side. After a bit of that, he then punched him in the face, hard. He kicked him in the stomach and pulled his shirt to lift him up, “You ever touch my wife again, the whole club is after you! You got that?” he yelled.

Tig came striding back to the front door and you opened the door as he approached it. He pulled out the gun, smudged with blood, “Hide this.” he said. You took it from him and he tilted your head up, “Hey, you okay, doll? You alright?” he asked.

You nodded and he kissed your forehead, “I gotta go. I love you.” he said. And then he went back to his bike.

You thought to yourself, “I know there are women who would have gotten out the minute their man gave them a gun to hide. But I didn't. I got to admit the truth. It turned me on.”