Samantha Teller || A Tig Trager Love Story

13 Make Us Safe

Tig didn't answer his phone and I panicked a bit more. I called my brother, finally getting an answer.

"Where's Tig?" I asked.

"On his way to your place, why?"

"Cause I need him and you," I said. "My ex is trying to get in."

"Shit. Do you have a gun?" He asked. I opened my closet door and reached for the top shelf, hoping to come in contact with the metal of the gun Tig had taken to leaving up there. Of course today of all days he'd take it.

"No," I said. "Just get here soon Jax, please."

"We're on our way," he said and the line went dead.

"Mama," Ava said, jumping into my arms as I locked the door.

"It's gonna be okay baby," I said. She clung to my torso as I listened to the commotion in the apartment. The door had finally given way and my ex was tearing my apartment up. I kissed the top of Ava's head as he entered her bedroom. I heard what sounded like the crackling of flames and I began to panic.

"Sam, baby," Tig yelled.

"Fucker."

"Put the damn gun down," Tig said. I let the tears start to slip from my eyes a little.

I heard two quick gun shots as Ava clung tighter to my body.

"Sam," Tig yelled. I unlocked the door and let it fall open.

"Where's Ava?" He asked as he ran into the room.

"She's fine," I said.

"Get outta here," he said. "He set her room ablaze."

He ran back to the kitchen and grabbed the fire extinguisher as the guys all ran in, guns drawn.

"Chibs get them outta here," Jax said.

Chibs wrapped his arm around my shoulders and led us outside. I sat Ava down on the trunk of my car and stood in front of her and Chibs stood beside us protectively.

"Ava, baby, are you okay?" I asked softly. She didn't answer.

"Ava, est-ce que ça va (are you okay)?"

"Mes oreilles me font mal (my ears hurt)," she said. I nodded and cooed to her a bit.

"Je suis vraiment désolé (I'm so sorry)," I said. "Il ne peut plus nous faire de mal(he can't hurt us anymore)."

"Pourquoi voulait-il nous faire du mal(why did he want to hurt us)?" She asked.

"Je ne sais pas (I don't know)," I said, leaning down to kiss her head.

"How ya holdin up lass?" Chibs asked.

"I think the gunshots hurt her ears," I said. "I'm shaken up but whole."

"I'm so sorry he did this to ya," Chibs said.

"I appreciate it," I said. "Just worried about damage incurred."

Chibs wrapped his arm around me in a supportive hug as Tig came running out of the building.

"Are you okay?" Tig asked. I nodded as he hugged me and kissed my lips quickly.

"Ava, are you okay?" He asked. She didn't answer.

"Ava, ça va(are you okay)?" I asked. He picked her up and held her as the guys walked out.

"No. J'ai peur(I'm scared)," she said.

"De quoi (of what)?" I asked, placing my hand on her head.

"Papa," she said. Tig recognized that word.

"She scared of her dad," I said softly. "She said early her ears hurt too."

"He shot at me," Tig said, moving the arm not supporting Ava's body weight to show off a nice graze wound. It wasn't bleeding too bad but it needed medical attention.

"So you shot back," I said.

"And I don't miss," he said. "Look, we're going to do this by the books. The fires out but it did some damage to her room. You're gonna have to get the insurance money so we're doing this legit."

As if on cue, sirens could be heard in the distance.

"Here let me take her," I said. He nodded and tried to get her to come to me.

"Il me met en sécurité(he makes me safe)," she said.

"Moi aussi (me too)," I said as I kissed her head the cop cars and fire trucks came to a stop.

"What'd she say?" Tig asked.

"That you make her safe," I said. He smiled down at me and kissed my head as the cops approached and the firemen headed inside. I noticed that only Chibs and Jax had stuck around. Everyone else must've headed back to the clubhouse.