Chibs | Sick of being Used | Tig | Sons of Anarchy || Book Three

I Don't Want This Please

Her face was numb now as she walked her way into the Teller-Morrow garage. It was late and it was dark. She hadn't been in all day due to the fact that she -- and her aunt both -- had been beaten within an inch of their life.

She wasn't supposed to have been there right after it happened. She wasn't suppose to find out from Gemma what had happened.

She seen red and before she knew it she was on the man finding him in the clubhouse and laying into him.

But he was stronger even though she was faster and the end result left her with a busted up lip, a broken nose, and two bruised and blackened eyes.

Her aunt was far worse off than she -- Clay had used Gemma as a punching bag and her whole face was swollen while Clara only got the backlash of Clay's rage.

He had never hit her before. In all twenty-five years of knowing him, he had never laid a hand on her. But now things were different. This whole cartel business had him on the edge and there was nothing she could do to help.

And to make matters worse, when she rounded the corner getting ready to enter the garage she ran right into one of the men she least wanted to see her like this right now.

Tig stood there looking at her wide-eyed. He had a smile at first, happy to see her but it quickly faded when he seen her face.

He had helped her last night. Finding her on the clubhouse floor he had helped her, patched her up and sent her back to Gemma's because she didn't want Chibs to see her this way -- she didn't know what the man would do if he found out.

"Clara..."

His voice was quiet as his hands came up and smoothed across her face. She fought back the urge the cry.

She didn't want him to see her like this not now.

"Don't worry about it Tiggy." She whispered resting a hand on top of his own. "There's nothing you can do about it anyway. Besides, you've helped enough."

He looked at her. Shocked and saddened at the same time. He shook his head as his hands moved her hair out of the way of her face some more to get a better look at her. Wondering who the hell could have done such a thing to her.

Then it dawned on him. His eyes narrowed and he looked her right in the eye as his brows knitted together.

"You never answered me, was this Clay?"

She felt her heart stop. His voice was cold, very rarely had she ever heard him like this before and before she could argue with him; her expression told him everything she needed to know.

"Wait on my bike."

He told her giving her a loving kiss on the forehead before he released her and stormed off toward the clubhouse. Clara felt her heart sink, worried about what Tig was going to do when he found Clay.

She did as she was told and waited on the back of his bike the fight in her completely gone. She waited until she seen him walking back out those doors about ten minutes later.

When Tig walked inside he went straight for the bar and threw his jacket down onto the counter. He was so mad he couldn't see straight. He took his fist and hit the top of the counter but suppress a shout as he did so.

He knew what he had to do. He knew that there was no turning back from this not after seeing what they had done to his own flesh and blood.

After seeing what Clay had done to his niece, the one woman that Tig could actually say that he cared for enough to do this, he looked at his patch before taking a knife from his pocket and removing the patch.