Warning: Mentions of sexual assault and child trafficking.

Description: When an associate of the club gets into more debt than he can pay off, he offers up a girl in place of the money. The club agrees and Tig claims her.

"Get up, we have somewhere to be," James spat at me. I just nodded and grabbed the clothes he threw at me. I changed quickly before he dragged me out to the car.

When he pulled up he told me to get out and I stepped out and waited by my door for him. He grabbed my arm harshly making me yell at the sudden pressure on my bruises. He ignored me and dragged me over to where a group of men were discussing something.

"You wanna trade her?" Someone asked.

"Yes," James said. Great, more men to use me however they want. The men around me discussed some more before James shoved me into one of them. I caught myself as best as I could but his arms wrapped around me reflexively.

"Hey Princess, you got a name?" The dark haired man who caught me asked.

"(Y/N)," I said softly without making eye contact with him.

"Name fit for a Princess," he said. I smiled a little at the compliment. I still didn't meet his eyes.

"Ever been on a bike before?"

"No sir," I said.

"Hey, look at me," he said. I snapped my eyes up to his brilliant blue ones. "My name's Tig. Don't call me sir and look at me when we're speaking, okay?"

I nodded and he relaxed a little.

"Just hang on, okay?" He asked, and again I only nodded.

"(Y/N), you can talk to me," he said. "Speak freely."

I just nodded and he sighed. He helped me onto his bike behind him and handed me a helmet.

After about an hours ride, we pulled onto a lot. There were two big buildings on either side of the parking area. One was a repair shop the other was only marked by the same symbols the guys all wore on their leather.

"Here lass," one said, coming to help me off the bike.

"Thanks," I said. He nodded and walked away as Tig stood up.

"Here," he said, taking the helmet from my hands. "I'm going to introduce you to Gemma and she's going to take you to get showered and into something more comfortable."

"Thank you," I said. He nodded and walked away so I followed him.

"Gem, this is (Y/N)," he said. "This is Gemma. She's Jax's mom and Clay's old lady."

"It's nice to meet you ma'am," I said. She grabbed my wrist tightly and placed my hand on her boob.

"Now you're hand has been on my chest. Never call me ma'am again," she said. "Let's go get you showered and into something else."

I looked at Tig and he nodded. "I'm going to go talk to the guys. I'll come find you in a bit."

"Okay," I said softly and Gemma led me inside.

"Want me to make you some tea while you're in the shower?" She asked as she gathered some clothes.

"No thank you," I said.

"Coffee, water, a snack?"

"Some water would be nice," I said.

"I'll get you fruit too. Any allergies?"

"No ma- Gemma," I said, catching myself.

She smiled at me as she opened a door to reveal a bathroom. "This is Clay's dorm so I've got some shower stuff in there so ya ain't gotta smell like a man. Take as long as you need and I'll be out here when you're done."

I nodded and took the clothes and towel from her. I headed into the bathroom and stripped down quickly, not wanting to see my bruised up body. I set the shower to a luke warm temperature, thankful to be controlling my own shower once again.

I washed up as quickly as I could while still savoring every second of my time. When I finished, I dried off and got dressed. I stepped out of the bathroom and Gemma was waiting in the bedroom just like she promised. She took the laundry that I'd gathered and put it in a basket.

"Eat something girl," she said, motioning to the plate of cut up fruit. I nodded and grabbed a strawberry.

"Thank you," I said. She nodded and sat down on the bed so we could talk. I leaned against the desk awkwardly as she watched me.

"What have you been through?"

"What?" I asked.

"The guys don't agree to take just any old girl in and ask me to help her out."

"Doesn't matter. I'm not there anymore and I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to these guys," I said.

"I wouldn't talk about it either at first," she said with a compassionate smile ending her sentence. "If you ever need to, I'm here for you."

"Thank you," I said. I took a sip of water and it fell silent for a few moments. Someone knocked on the door before opening it.

Tig walked in and Gemma stood up.

"(Y/N)," Tig said as he sat down across from me. "How old are you?"

"25, maybe 26, what day is it?"

"The sixth of November," he said.

"26."

"Do you want to be one of our passed around hang around girls?" He asked.

"I'll be whatever you all want me to be," I said.

"Not how we do things around here Princess," he said. "Our pass arounds have chosen to have sex with any brother who comes through the doors. If you don't want to you don't have to."

"What's the alternative?" I asked.

"Be my old lady. It would take some work and some getting used to, but I've told the guys if you don't want to be a club whore I'll lay a claim to ya," he said.

"I don't like being passed around," I said softly, looking at the ground out of fear.

"Hey, Princess, I told you that you didn't have to be, okay?" He said, moving over towards me. "You never have to live like that again. I'll get you moved into my place and take care of you while you settle into things and find a job."

"I can't," I said.

He looked confused for a few seconds.

"Tig, I was sold into a child trafficking ring when I was 9. I don't know anything else," I said. He immediately pulled me into a loving embrace.

"I'm so sorry baby," he said. "You never have to go through that again. I'll kill every man who's laid his hands on you and the fuckers that sold you."

"Tig, no, I don't like violence," I said. "Just keep me safe."

"You can work at the garage with Gemma. She can teach you everything you need to know. And I'll have her take you shopping in a few days. But for tonight, do you want to just stay in my dorm. I can send one of the guys to grab us some dinner and we can just talk."

"I'd like that," I said smiling at him.

"Me too. Let's go," he said before taking my hand to lead me a few doors down.