A State of Mind- Tig Trager Fanfic

Ch. 1

Zara POV

It was around 1pm when I drove past the 'Welcome to Charming' sign. I drove up to one of the only diners in this town and got out of my black, 2002, Chevy Avalanche. I went in and asked one of the workers if it was a pet friendly place. I didn't want to leave my two German Shepard's out in my truck. They unfortunately said no. Understandable. I ordered my food and they said that they would bring it out to me, they also gave me some water for my dogs. I went back out to my truck, which I had parked on the shady side of the diner. I let my two dogs, Slayer an all white German Shepard, and Beast an all black German Shepard, out and led them to the grass.

I had them trained to follow German commands. Which was good so no one could really tell them what to do, unless they knew German. Which most people don't. The waitress I talked to earlier came out with my food and some treats for my dogs. I thanked her and she walked back inside.

I was sitting on the tailgate of my truck watching my dogs play as I ate. I heard a rumble in the distance and looked down the road to my right. Motorcycles. There was about four to five of them. I couldn't tell for sure but they all seemed to be wearing the same patch on their leather. Some kind of club no doubt. I continued on eating and just sat there while Slayer and Beast laid around. Our last stop was nearly four hours ago. I looked up the nearest hotel to see if it was pet friendly. There was one about six blocks from the diner. I went ahead and made a reservation for a month in advance.

Once I hung up the phone Slayer and Beast both growled at something that was coming from behind me. I turned to see the group of bikers walking my way. They seemed to be a little hesitant cause of my boys.

I smirked and simply said, "Fuss. Sitz. Bleib." They both did as they were told. I hopped down from the tailgate and turned towards the group of men. Leaving Slayer and Beast in front of me. You can never be too careful.

"Sorry darlin'. We didn't mean to upset your dogs." It was a blonde haired man. He had a patch that said 'President' and others that said 'Men of Mayhem', 'Redwood Originals'. He gave me a charming smile, which I'm sure he's used to using on the women around here.

"It's alright. They're a little over protective. Don't do well with men." I crossed my arms over my chest as they all just stared from me to my dogs and back.

"I'm Jax. This here is Chibs, Happy, Bobby, and Tig." The blonde, Jax, pointed to each of his guys. I noted their different patches and appearances. My eyes however lingered a little longer on the one called Tig. He was easily twice my age. Blue eyes, longish-curly black hair. I couldn't see it but I'm sure he was well built. Easily a six pack under his shirt. He smirked at me and I could feel the blood rush to my face. I quickly covered it up though and smirked back.

"I'm Zara. This is Slayer and Beast." They both looked at me as I said their names. "Zei Brav. Bleib." They turned their attention back to the bikers. They all stared at me. "It's German. When you first walked up I told them to Fuss or Heel. Sitz, sit. And Bleib, stay. When I said their names and they looked at me I said Zei Brav, good boy. And Bleib, stay. Slayer's name in German is Jägerin. Tier is German for Beast. Most people don't speak German so it gives me an advantage if I'm ever in a... Compromising situation."

"Well. That's pretty damn smart. So you're new here? Got a place to stay?" Jax was quick to jump topics. Still smiling his same smile as before.

"Yeah I'm new. And I was planning on staying at the hotel about 6 blocks up. Only pet friendly place." I put my hands in the back pockets of my jeans and shifted my weight to my right leg.

"That place is a shit hole. Creepy ass people always hanging around. If you want you can stay at our clubhouse. Free of charge. And if you ever feel threatened you can sick your dogs on us. What do you say?" This Jax guy was pretty persistent. Now I hadn't seen the hotel, nor their said clubhouse. But who could argue with a free room? They didn't seem too bad. And I could use my boys, or my guns.