Dear Agony

Part III

Tig's eyes were wide as he stared blankly at the envelope in his hands. His mind and heart racing as he sat in the Roadrunner.

This had to be a joke.

Some sick fucked up prank from the guys.

There's no way...

"Tig! The hell ya doin'?" Chibs called as he strode over to the car, breaking him from his thoughts. Chibs put his hands on the door and leaned in the window, his eye catching the mess of papers next to Tig. "Jeysus, ya going through people's shite now?" He opened the door and yanked his brother out of the seat.

"Alright!" Tig quickly folded the envelope and shoved it into his pocket as he stood, shaking out of Chibs' grip.

"The fuck's sa'matter with ya, brother?" Chibs poked his fingers to Tig's chest, forcing him to look at him. The haunted gaze staring back at him caused Chibs to falter. "What?"

Tig was about to speak when his eye caught Half-Sac walking out of the garage.

"PROSPECT!" Tig hollered as he pushed past Chibs and stormed over to Sac. He grabbed the boy's collar and slammed him up against the side of the tow truck.

"Jesus, man! What'd I do?"

"Who dropped the Plymouth off?" Tig tried desperately to keep his voice low as adrenaline and nerves fought inside of him.

"Some hot chick. Wh-"

His eyes bore into the panicked look on Half-Sac's face. "She say anything?"

"W-what..I..."

Tig jerked Sac's collar, glaring into him. "What did she say?!"

"She said she's in town from Texas for some family shit! That's all! What the hell man?!"

Chibs creased his brow as he watched the heated exchange.

Texas?

It suddenly clicked in his head and he quickly rounded the door and leaned in the car, rifling through the papers on the seat.

Chibs let out a shocked breath as he read the registration card. "Mother Mary." He backed out of the seat, his eyes flashing over to Tig's back.

Tig released Half-Sac and strode off toward the clubhouse. His coverall work shirt suddenly felt like it was suffocating him over his t-shirt. He yanked the collar apart, ripping the buttons and ridding it from his body. He angrily balled the shirt up and threw it to the picnic table before yanking the clubhouse door open and storming inside.

Chibs walked steadily over to the Prospect.

"The hell was that about?" Sac adjusted his shirt as he looked from Chibs to the door as it closed behind Tig.

"His daugh'er." Chibs smacked Sac's shoulder as he moved over toward the office, leaving the Prospect looking dumbfounded after him.

This could go one of two ways, and god he prayed it would be the better of the two...for everyone's sake.

Chibs entered the office to find the club Matriarch sitting behind the desk.

"Hey, Gem?" He leaned his shoulder on the open door, crossing his arms over his chest as she looked up from a stack of papers, meeting his gaze. "We may have a bit of a problem with Tiggy boy."

She removed her glasses, dangling them in her fingers as she smirked over to the Scott. "Great, now what?"

He sighed. "Seems his lil' princess has decided tae come home."