"I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it."
A hopeful new member with an affiliation to a neighbouring charter shows up in Charming, looking to get in with the infamous Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club. The only problem...
The many demons of Tig's past rear their ugly heads all at once after a painful revelation, screaming too loud for even an angel's veil to be able to silence.
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General trigger warnings for this story: Language, smut, mentions of rape, mentions of drug use/overdose, violence/death, racism/gang activity.
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"Hey, uh..." Tig approached Sydney awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to find the right words for what he was trying to say while she stood in front of the bathroom mirror. "Y-you're on the pill, right?" He didn't know shit about birth control, and if he had, he probably wouldn't have two kids. But what he did know about were condoms - and that they weren't using any.
"You've been raw-dogging me for weeks and now you're concerned?" She snorted, not looking up from where she was gathering her hair into a half-up, half-down ponytail.
Tig sighed as he looked down, not knowing how to respond in a way that told her that he was serious, without the possibility of offending her - not that it would matter...
Sydney stopped her movements and dropped her hand dramatically, releasing a handful of white-blonde hair as she turned to face him. "I'm not some patch chaser trying to trap you." She scoffed.
Tig looked up with wide eyes when she spit the bitter words at him, his expression softening when he saw her biting her lip in a devious smile as she tried not to laugh, looking back down where he chuckled half-heartedly. Never in his life had he been the one to have to initiate a conversation like this, he'd hardly ever been with anyone long enough to even warrant a conversation like this - not even the mother of his children. Colleen had been a mistake; the result of a drunken night with a croweater he'd gotten a little too comfortable with. But it was an easy mistake that had landed him with the lifelong guilt of tainting two innocent lives - and it was an easy mistake that he couldn't handle making twice.
"Don't worry, seeing that baby didn't give me any ideas." She rolled her eyes mock-playfully, continuing to ready herself for the highly anticipated meeting that had her walking down the hallway and towards the chapel with a giant grin on her face, not ten minutes later. She couldn't wait to trump Jax's heroic act - and measly $15k to put towards their debt, with the creativity that had earned her enough to pay it off.
"There's no way McKeevy ain't gonna be delayed?" Clay sighed wishfully, rubbing his rain-coated forehead from where he sat at the head of the table.
"The Irish are a lotta things... But late isn't one of em." Chibs shook his head regretfully, a few stray drops of water falling from the strands of his long, dark-grey hair that Sydney was dying to take a pair of scissors to.
