Simple Fire

Viciously attacked

After a long, hot shower, slipping into her pj's, she was standing in the kitchen making herself dinner when the sound of a few bikes could be heard. 'Oh, for fuck's sake, now what?' she thought with a huff. Tig didn't even bother knocking as he strolled into her house. Chibs and Jax in tow. The SAA called out for her but she refused to answer as she tended to the hamburger meat in the skillet. Chibs and Jax stopped and stared when they entered the kitchen not expecting her to be so...dressed.

"Hey Doll, we gotta talk." Tig hopped back up on the counter.

"Fuck off. I'm done talking to you lot." She hissed, voice cold and angry.

"Look, we don't take to outsider clubs just coming into our town. We had to talk to him." Jax tried to explain.

"I don't care. Stay away from my shop. And the next biker I see show up that's not getting a tattoo is gonna find himself at the business end of my gun." She told the group, not looking away from her skillet.

"Come on, Doll." Tig whined.

"I fucking mean it. If I have to shoot every last one of you to finally get some fucking peace in this god-awful town, then so be it." She hissed.

"Yeh don' mean dat, lass." Chibs stated.

"Oh yes I do. You've done nothing but meddle in my life from day one. I'm tired of all of you. You mess with my business which pisses me off." She told them.

"Teegan..." Tig started.

"Stay the fuck away from me. All of you." Teegan moved the skillet of cooked hamburger meat to drain before getting some taco seasoning.

"We're just trying to look after you." Jax said.

"I didn't need you bastards looking after me before I moved here and I don't need you looking after me now. Just go away and let me live my life." She said as she put the meat back in the skillet.

"Teegan, there's another club we deal with. They're angry with us. They'll hurt anyone we associate with if they think it'll hurt us. Whether you like it or not, you're associated with us. They could come after you and none of us want that." Jax explained.

"I'll take my chances on my own, thanks." She huffed as she walked to fridge to get out her jar of salsa, a bag of shredded cheese, and a saucer of diced tomatoes.

"Teegan, please." Tig all but begged.

"Go away." She simply stated as she moved everything to her dining table.

"We'll be seeing you. Take care, Darlin'." Jax stated before nodding at Tig.

Chibs and Jax left making her sigh.

"Why aren't you leaving?" She asked as she put together her tacos.

"I want to spend some time with you. Away from the club. Away from your shop. Just you and me." He told her.

"I don't think that's a good idea. I'm trying to distance myself from all of you." She replied.

"Get to know me. Alex. Not Tig the SAA for SAMCRO." Tig urged making her look over at him, "We had a nice evening last night. Didn't we?"

"Maybe." She shrugged as he hopped down from the counter and sat down at her dining table, "Doesn't mean I want you around me twenty-four/seven."

"I just want to spend some time with you. Get to know you." He told her.

He sat there and told her about his time in the marines while she ate her dinner and then cleaned up her kitchen. She was still on guard but let him tell her about his life. It made her a bit sad to hear about the life he'd lived. She never realized just how great her life had been until she heard Tig explain about his. They chatted until late and she started yawning. She once again let him sleep over.

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Teegan was surprised that there were no bikers at her shop waiting for her when she arrived. But she'd been fooled before by Chibs. She opened up and began sweeping her shop and still no bikers. She sighed with relief hoping she'd finally gotten through to them. Gemma had come into her shop the following day to let her know when the expo was and which booth would be hers.

Teegan curtly thanked the woman then got back to going through her appointment book. The SAMCRO Queen just watched briefly before leaving. Clay was beyond pissed and was taking his anger out of everyone. It was a rough day at the mechanic shop. The Mayans were giving them issues. The Nords were causing them fits and making threats. The Niners were making threats. Their families could be targeted anytime and it worried the biker leader greatly. It was just a matter of time before someone struck out against the Sons.

Teegan had several customers come in for tats and she was thankful she had a distraction. The cable installer came and hooked up her business cable for her. At least she had something to do while waiting for people to come in. Each time she heard a bike near her, she tensed up but no one ever came in. Although she hadn't wanted to, she started bringing the gun her father had gotten her for protection to work.

Several days passed and no bikers had shown up at her shop. She was starting to relax some. Tig would come over in the evenings and have dinner with her. They'd either sit around chatting about their day and other stuff or they'd cuddle on the couch and watch TV. Most of the time he stayed over but sometimes he left to head back to the clubhouse. Things were starting to become routine which she liked.

Most of the members of the club had left town on club business. She didn't hear anyone breaking into her house. All of a sudden there was a hand over her mouth. She tried swinging but another guy held her down. It was the neo-nazi jerk that had come in warning her about tattooing coloreds. She thrashed around to get out of their grasp and to fight back. There were just too many people for her to fight all by herself.

They pulled her out of bed and then to her feet. She did all she could to scratch, bite, kick, or hit him as she was dragged down the hall to her dining room. Two men held her down as her legs were tied to the chair and then her arms. They wasted no time in tying her middle as well. Weston sat down across from her and stared at her.

"Do you know why we're here?" He asked.

"Now why in the sam hell would I know that?" She spat at him making him slap her across the face.

"Because you're a friend of SAMCRO." He told her making her shake her head no.

"They harass me. I wouldn't call that being friends." She hissed, hating those bikers more and more.

"They're selling illegal guns to the blacks and Mexicans. They need to stop." Weston told her.

"So tell them not me. I haven't seen any of them in days." She rolled her eyes at him making him grab her by her throat and squeeze.

"They don't listen to me. So I thought I'd leave them a message." He choked her until she nearly passed out, "They seem to have taken a liking to you."

"Go fuck yourself. I'm not delivering any message to no one. This is between you and them." She spat angrily making him punch her in the face this time.

"They don't listen to reason." Weston grabbed her by her jaw, "So you are going to be my message. Maybe if someone they care about is hurt they'll listen."

"Fuck you. Let me out of this chair and I'll whoop your ass again!" She yelled earning a few chuckles from Weston's men.

"No." He stated before standing up, "Do it."

She watched him walk into her living room before three men untied her from the chair and held her arms behind her back. One guy began beating her in the face, stomach, and chest. She tried kicking him and hit him in the knee. He winced in pain which only resulted in her being hit in the head so hard it knocked her unconscious. The trio continued to beat her until she regained consciousness. She flailed about trying to get loose to defend herself.

They finally beat her into unconsciousness again before they viciously sexually assaulted her as well. When she awoke sometime later, she dialed 9-1-1. Hale arrived within ten minutes followed immediately by the paramedics. He took her statement as the paramedics were looking her over. They decided she needed to be taken to the hospital immediately. Tara was on call that night and was waiting for the ambulance when it arrived.

A/N: How is she going to react to all this?

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