I Won't Give Up On You - Tig Trager
You get kidnapped by a Rival Club and held captive. When you get saved by SAMCRO, Tig cleans you up and takes care of you.
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It was clear as day to you that you had been kidnapped because of your affiliation with the club. You didn’t know where you were or who was holding you captive, all you know is that you were in big trouble. You never believe to that working for the TM would have gotten you into this type of trouble, but then again this was SAMCRO we were talking about.
And any type of affiliation with them gave you a Target on your back. You were not an old lady to anybody, you were just someone that helped out in the garage when the boys needed an extra pair of hands.
Over the years you had grown close to Tig Trager so much so that Clay made a direct order to him one day that if anything were to ever happen to you, it would be held responsible for it. This was the first time the club had ever seen Tig act normally and in a respectful manner towards the fairer sex.
Which was what made Clay give him such an order.
The Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club in California Redwood original had indeed became your home. Your father once being a mechanic there, God Rest his soul, was very close with Clarence Morrow, the leader of the Sons of Anarchy Redwood original Motorcycle Club located in Charming California.
But your history now was not your main concern. What was your main concern was getting out of this whole ordeal alive.
You figured that the whole connection with the leader of the Sons of Anarchy was the reason why you were kidnapped. Of course I never told you anything about the club, your father had never told you anything about the club, and nobody else in the club ever spoke a word about Club business around you.
As stated before he were not an old lady, you were merely just very close adopted family to SAMCRO.
But that’s not what these guys that kidnapped you thought. Being held to a chain link fence with your wrists bound by handcuffs you laid there almost motionless. You had been beaten and starved for what felt like days, which in turn probably was. You had no way of telling how long you have been there, only the rumbling in your stomach and the stinging of your rubbed flesh against the handcuffs told you that it had been a while.
You lay there with your head against the cold concrete. Honestly believing that you would not have made it out of here alive had it not been for the fact that they still had yet to get any information out of you, information that they never would have received regardless even if you did or did not know about it.
“Looks like it’s your lucky day, bitch.”
A man’s voice called out as you heard heavy boot striding across the concrete floor. You didn’t bother looking his way, the room was too dark for that anyway. But as you felt the handcuffs being removed from your wrist you had to question exactly what was going on.
Being posted up to your feet you were dragged out of the room by two men that drug you out into the light. You close your eyes from the harsh and unwelcoming brightness that greeted you as you were taken into what looked like a docking station for a warehouse.
“See, she’s still alive.”
Another man said loudly as you were dropped to the ground. You peer through a cracked eyes and looked around the room, quickly realizing that you were sitting in front of your saviors that wore leather.
“What the fuck did you do to her!”
Clay growled, looking at your black and blue bruised body. You looked over at him and gave a incredibly sad smile. You would have said something had your throat not have been as dry and in pain as it had been.
“As we agreed. We kept her alive. Now, hand over what you promised us.”
The man said in a very threatening tone. Clay nodded his head, having Juice walk out a file of some sort and handed it the lead man. He opened it up and looked it over quickly before nodding his head. His other men picked you up and tossed you roughly into Juice’s arms.
You held your whole body tense up or from the pain of the torture that you had suffered as you came into contact with Juice’s hard body. You gave a small grunt in pain as Juice put your arm over his shoulder and started walking you away from the men.
You had almost made it to the exit with Juice when you heard screaming of pain and gunshots, knowing that SAMCRO had just finished the job. Your eyes closing slowly before you felt yourself starting to fall, no longer able to stay awake.
When you woke up you were in a bedroom that was very familiar to you. Looking around you knew that you were home now, and safe in bed. You groaned a bit as you try to move around seeing a cup of water and a sandwich next to you on the nightstand.
Sitting up slowly reached over and took small sips of the water knowing that if you drink it too fast you would probably more than likely throw it back up. You then took the sandwich and started nibbling some of it, finally realizing just how hungry you had been since you had been kidnapped and tortured.
The bedroom door opened which caused you to look up from your food and see Tig walking into the bedroom.
His bright blue eyes looked at your body up and down looking at the scars and wounds that would take a while to disappear. He wore a extremely saddened face as he walked over to the side of the bed and sat down next to you.
His eyes locked with the blankets on the bed as he sat there for a moment the silence over taking both of you as you continue to chew on your sandwich.
He said, causing you to stop eating your food.
Your voice gruff and dry even after the water. Not to mention being choked out more times than you could count had done that to your throat.
You watched as Tig shook his head and looked up to you. Your eyes widened as you noticed the glaze in his eyes. He was so emotional right now, ready to cry.
“I shouldn’t have left you alone. I should have staid with you.”
He said, his voice cracking as he spoke.
You took your sandwich and your water and placed it back over on the nightstand beside you. Leaning over you let yourself fall into his chest and you laid there with your arms wrapped around his torso. You felt him tense and then slowly relax as the feeling of his arms drifting around your body holding you in a protective manner made you feel safe.
“The club needed you. Don’t blame yourself for taking care of your family.”
You whispered into his chest. Tig sighed, placing a kiss on the top of your head he took a deep breath to smell your hair. He had missed you being here next to him. He had missed you so damn much. You had been living with him for a while now, after your father’s death you had no where else to go. Being a good friend, Tig opened up his home to you.
“I’m just glad to be home.”
You said, pushing your face further into his chest.
“I’m just glad you and the Club didn’t give up on me.”
Tig closed his eyes and held you closer after hearing your words.
“I would never give up on you.”
