Guard Part 2
“Your wife?!” Jax asked, all the brothers staring at Tig as he casually drank from his cup.
“Yup.” Tig said, picking up his fork and poking at the food on his tray. “Great woman.”
“What the fuck man?” Juice asked, his eye brows raised.
Tig sighed and pushed his tray away, leaning back into his chair.
“I didn’t know she was a guard. We got married in vegas and it was happy ever after for a few months before she left town. I haven’t seen her in years.”
The brothers nodded slowly, taking in the situation and turning their heads to look at you once again.
“Tig, man, this could help us.” Jax spoke lowly. “We need protection, your wife works here. She could help us.”
“No.” Tig said, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
“Brother,” Chibs said but Tig shook his head.
“I haven’t spoken to (y/n) in years, She’s not going to help us.” Tig said, looking at you as you leaned against the wall.
The brothers sighed and huddled together once more.
Your hands didn’t stop rubbing over the bare spot on your finger, where your wedding ring used to sit.
Jack nudged you and you jumped slightly, unaware that he had come up beside you.
“Shit, whats gotten into you?” He asked, chuckling lightly.
“Nothing!” You snapped and glared at him.
Your eyes wandered back to the table and you looked at Tig talking with his friends.
Every now and then you’d catch one of them looking at you and you’d blush and look away, but your eyes kept coming back to that table.
“You know them or something?” Jack asked quietly, his voice hushed.
“What? No of course not.” You said.
He raised an eyebrow and you sighed and fidgeted with your hands.
“The one with the black hair, blue eyes.” You said quietly and looked at your feet as Jack peered at the table.
You sighed again and ran your hand through your hair.
“Hes kinda my husband.” You said quietly.
You looked at Jack and saw his jaw had dropped and his eyes gone wide.
“Your husb-“ His outburst was cut off by your hitting his arm, drawing the attention of a few in mates nearby who snickered.
“Shut up!” You hissed, dropping your hands to your sides and scanning the room.
“Your married? To a crim? What the fuck, (y/l/n)!” Jack whispered, disbelief and a hint of amusement in his voice.
“It was a drunken vegas thing.” You whispered. “We got drunk and got married, I was young. We stayed together for a few months and broke up, I haven’t seen him since.”
Your attention suddenly went to Tig, and you watched him stand.
“Uh, I gotta make a phone call.” He yelled across the room.
Jack shoved you forward and you tried to keep a calm face when he yelled “(y/l/n) Will take you.”
The hallway was quiet except for the sound of your footsteps as you walked towards the phones, Tig walking infant of you.
Your heart was beating rapidly and your palms were clammy and you wiped them on your pants nervously.
You reached the phones and gestured towards the first one.
Tig turned and looked at you, his eyes full of guilt.
“(Y/n),” He whispered.
You swallowed. “Youve got three minutes.” Your voice came out shaky and you cursed yourself before moving and leaning against the wall behind him.
“I.. I dont need to use the phone.”Tig said, turning towards you.
You scoffed. Of course.
“What are you doing, Tig?” You asked and crossed your arms over your chest.
“I just wanted to talk to my wife.” He said quietly.
“Im not your wife, Tig, not anymore.” You said quietly.
“I dont remember signing the divorce papers, doll. Last I checked you were still my wife.”
“Im not your wife, Tig, I stopped being your wife years ago.” Your voice went cold.
“Oh you mean when you skipped town? Left me alone in that house?” His voice was angry and you shrunk against the wall.
“I had to leave, Tig!” You said, your voice rising.
“Why? You couldn’t handle the fact that you married a stranger?” He snarled.
“No because I was falling in love with you!” Your hands dropped to your sides and your clenched your fists as you stared at him.
You both stared at each other, your eyes wide.
“You left me because you were falling in love with me?” He whispered.
You groaned and leaned against the wall.
“I didn’t know what to do, Tig. We didn’t even know each other, we only got married cause we were drunk and horny! And then I found myself falling for you and I knew it was all just a fun game to you. I was pregnant, Tig, I didn’t know what to do.”
“You were pregnant?” He asked quietly.
You nodded as a tear rolled down your cheek. “I lost the baby, four months after I left.”
“Baby,” Tig whispered, stepping closer to you.
“No, stop. You don’t get to call me that.” You said, wiping the tears from your face.
“You need to return to the cafeteria, inmate.”
Tig looked at you with sadness in his eyes. He stepped closer, his hands reaching to your hips.
“Inmate, step away.” You said, your voice shaking.
His hands pressed against your hips and he moved so his chest was touching yours.
You could feel his hot breath on your lips and you gulped, your mouth suddenly going dry.
You stepped back and he followed making your back press against the cold wall.
His body pushed against yours and you felt yourself begin to tremble.
“Baby,” He whispered.
You stared into his eyes, bluer than the ocean.
His lips hovered over yours, and you closed your eyes and moved your head forward slowly.
Lightning filled your lips as they met his and you gasped. His tongue licked along your lips slowly and his hands clutched at your shirt.
Your hands gripped his hair, pulling gently at the tight black curls.
Your lips moved with his, soft and sweet as you both clung desperately to each other.
“Tig.” you whispered against his lips, pulling his head back gently.
He pulled back and looked at you, his eyes filled with hunger.
“I had fallen for you, (y/n). I was so in love with you, I still am.” He whispered.
You pressed your lips against his once more and he kissed you back deeply. You moaned softly at his touch before pushing him away again.
“You love me?” You whispered.
He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “Ive tried to get over you, (y/n). Ive tried so hard. But your always on my mind, Always the first thing I think of when I wake up.”
“I love you, Tig. God Ive been in love with you this whole time.” You whispered.
He smiled at you.
“Who woulda thought my wife would fall in love with me?” He laughed and you joined him, blushing slightly.
“What are you in for, Tiggy?” You asked quietly, running your hands over his shoulder.
His mouth opened and he began to speak when the sound of footsteps filled the hallway.
Tig stepped away from you and you smoothed your hands over your shirt.
You could hear the sound of other inmates talking as they began to flow into the corridor.
“My club is in trouble, doll. We need your help.” He said quietly.
You looked at him, with a puzzled expression.
“Theres people that want us dead, (y/n), we need protection.”