Sons of Anarchy Imagines

How Long? - Tig

Description: Clay's daughter has a secret relationship with Tig and when they try to use her to benefit the club all the secrets get spilled.

Being Clay's daughter means that I can't be myself around the club. I have to hide who I truly am because my father would murder anyone who laid their hands on me. Even if that someone was his Sargent at Arms, Tig Trager.

Tig and I have had a relationship for a couple of years now. It started as casual sex and when my father did his last stint in County it became a full blown relationship that we've kept a secret since.

"(Y/N)," my step brother said. I glanced up from the invoices at the blonde. "We need ya."

I nodded and followed him to the clubhouse. He dragged me right into Church and I got nervous.

"You and Hale were close in high school, right?" My father asked.

"Not like super close, but we'd hook up at parties and stuff," I said, glancing anxiously around the room.

"We need you to get close to him again. Get him on the club side before Unser retires," my father said.

"It's not really my thing to be exploited or to lead someone on like that," I said.

"We'll cut you in. Hundred bucks," Jax said.

"I'm glad you're able to put a price on my femininity," I said. "I'll talk to him but I'm not leading him on."

"Damn it (Y/N)," my father yelled. I shrunk a little at the sudden increase in volume. That didn't escape Tig as he looked at me, worry obvious on his face.

"Fine," I said. "It's gonna cost you two grand though."

"Five hundred."

"Fifteen," I said.

"Seven."

"Thirteen."

"One grand," my father sighed. I nodded.

"Can I go back to my work?" They nodded and I returned to the garage.

A few days later, I was at a bar, waiting for Hale to come in. The guys told me that he frequents this place after work.

"If it is isn't (Y/N) Morrow," Hale said. He ordered two beers and sat down beside me.

"How's it going David?"

"Just peachy," he said earning a fake giggle from me.

We talked for a few hours before he asked me to grab dinner with him the following evening. I agreed and we headed our separate ways.

I pulled up to my house and Tig was sitting on the porch.

"Hey baby," I said as I walked up to him. He nodded and followed me inside.

"I don't like this," he seethed. I'd barely gotten the door closed.

"Yeah and who didn't want to tell my dad about our relationship," I said.

"We decided that together. I saw the way you flinched when he yelled in church. I know how he treats women. I don't want you to die," Tig said.

"I know baby," I said. "If we come clean though, you can move in here and we can start our fucking life."

"He's gonna hate me," Tig said. "I don't want him taking that out on you."

"I know," I said. We sat on the couch together for a minute.

"I hate this," I said after a long silence. "I feel like I'm cheating on you."

"We tried fighting it baby," he said.