One Rule

Chapter 9

On Monday morning, Happy and a couple guys from Tacoma came down for a charity ride. Happy pulled me into a hug when I got out of my car. "Did you miss me?" I teased, pulling back.

"Maybe a bit," he said with a shrug.

"I think it was more than a little bit."

"Keep dreaming, little girl. You know, your Old Man barely came out of his dorm room the night we had his party," he commented. "And he was in there totally alone. I know, because I checked. Wouldn't leave his computer alone."

I felt my face turning bright red. "Oh yeah? That's weird. I'll have to ask what was up with that," I replied with a nervous laugh.

I leaned against the bumper of my Suburban, watching the scene unfold. The guys were lined up on their bikes on the other side of the lot. Well, almost all of them. I raised an eyebrow at Bobby as he pulled a decrepit looking Fat Boy out of the garage. "That's going to work so well," I mumbled to myself.

Clay came over and kissed my cheek and hugged me before going and getting on his bike. Jax came over and said goodbye, hugging me too. "Come back in one piece!" I called as he crossed the lot back to his bike. I laughed as Happy fired his gun in the air, signalling the start of the run. Once the guys were all gone, I went to run my errands after Gemma dismissed me from the office.

While I was at the store, my phone rang. It was Bobby, which was kind of unusual. "Tig's leg is banged up, and this crap hospital won't take him," he told me. "They said he's safe to travel, though."

"Can I see a picture of what I'm dealing with?" I asked.

"Hang on."

I waited a couple minutes for the picture to come through. "Yeah, I can handle that." It just looked like he needed stitches to close the wound.

Before Bobby responded, there was a lot of muffled shouting and cursing. "Fuck! They got him!" Bobby came back on the line, "Tig's been kidnapped! We'll call when we know more."

I went home and got my stuff ready for Tig, not knowing when I would be needed. Two hours later, Piney called me and asked me to meet him and Tig at the clubhouse. When I got there, Tig was lying on the table in chapel. At least Piney had put some towels down underneath him. I think Clay would have a fit if there was a blood stain on that table. "Do I want to know what happened?" I asked, gesturing to his leg before putting my bag down on the table next to Tig.

"Bobby's piece of shit Fatboy is what happened," Tig groaned. His leg was wrapped in gauze, and he was already bleeding through it.

"Well, for once it's not your ass I'm stitching up," I commented. "How attached to those pants are you? I need to cut your leg out of them so I can actually stitch this up." I saw the dirty thought cross his mind before he could voice it. I cut him off before he could say anything, "Make one comment about me trying to get you out of your pants, and I will make this hurt much more than it has to," I warned.

Tig held his hands up in surrender and let it go. "Go for it, Di," he replied finally. He was still sucking tequila through a straw. I wasn't thrilled about that.

I took a pair of scissors and cut the pant leg, up to where it was already torn open. I pulled it back out of my way, so I could see what I was working with. "So how did they get you back?" I'd already been informed that it was bounty hunters that took him. I unwrapped the gauze and looked at the wound. It was still bleeding, but it wasn't completely horrible.

"The bounty hunters had to stop at a motel because they beat the shit outta me. Had to patch me up because they don't collect if I'm beat up..." He went on to regale me with the story of how Piney backed the flatbed through the motel room window with Jax, Happy, Chibs, and Half Sack on the back of it.