#having a fake gun pulled on you and having three burly men yelling and chasing you with wooden clappers to emulate gunshots is uuuh

[samcro-saint99]

Rescue Me

Hey, Dolls! I know it has been a very long time since I have posted, and I am so sorry about that. I just got so lost and confused and it became very difficult to do a lot of things, including writing. I felt that anything I wrote wasn’t good enough for you all. But I am back! I know this one is a little bit rough, but I hope you can still enjoy it! To everyone waiting on requests, I am sorry but they are coming! I love you all so much and thank you for the support! 

All my Love, 

Saint xxx

P.S - As always a massive thank you to the extraordinarily adorable @thirstygirlclub (Love ya boo x) for proofreading this, and motivating me to push through this slump! Go show her some love while shes drunk on this fine Tuesday night x 

Life was never boring when you were involved with SAMCRO. This morning you invited on a "charity run” with the Sons, normally not an event that would permit women, but the church decided that as Tig’s old lady you might help them avoid suspicion - after all, they’d never take you on something dangerous or illegal….unless you insisted. 

All had been going well until Bobbies Fatboy had an episode, crashing into Tig and sending you and him flying off the road. While you had been lucky enough just to take a tumble down the hill, Tig’s leg was cut open. Despite his injury, he was still more worried about you than himself, even after arriving at the hospital. 

But thanks to good old reliable American healthcare, Tig was being transferred to another hospital. 

“Wait, did someone get the insurance card?” Bobby asked as you all stood outside, awaiting transfer.

“I’ll go get it” you volunteered, dashing back inside. 

You walked back through the sliding doors of the hospital reception, Tig’s insurance card back in hand. When you saw Half-Sack and Bobby looking shell-shocked beside an empty wheelchair, fear shot through your entire body. 

“Bobby! What happened? Where is he?!” You asked failing to hide the panic in your voice as you rushed over to them. 

“Bounty Hunters grabbed him”

“Jesus FUCKING Christ! And you just let them take him?! What the fuck is wrong with you two fucking idiots?!” 

“No time to answer that let's go!” He stated leaving no room for argument, grabbing your arm and dragging you to his bike, half-sack following quickly behind. 

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You ran your hands through your hair in frustration, while Clay and Jax were arguing, they were getting further and further away with Tig. As always, it looked like you would have to take this into your own hands. 

Jogging over to the truck, Piney looked at you and knew instantly what you were thinking. You climbed on the back, standing up to attract the others. 

“We could’ve got him by now! Come on, shit heads!” You called, excitement brimming as everyone but Clay and Ope jumped up with you. 

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Piney stopped the truck on the side of the road, behind a couple of hedges that bordered the hotel half-sack had tracked them to. Rain poured from the sky but you were all to focused to even notice. 

“So what's the plan?” Jax asked, crouched down low, gun in hand. 

“Shit’ll get messy if you guys go storming in. Leave it to me.” You stated plainly. 

They all went to argue but the look on your face stopped them in your tracks. They knew how fiercely protective you were of all of them, particularly your old man. 

Climbing down from the truck you snuck down out of sight and hid behind a wall near the empty reception office, contemplating your next move. 

Peering around the corner, you checked to ensure there was no one hanging around outside the motel. Messing up your hair, you jogged to the door of room 3, frantically banging on the door. 

“Hello?! Please! I need help! Please! Open the door!” You called in feigned panic. 

A burly man, who you guessed might once have been a football player opened the door part of the way, his hand behind his back. 

“Please, you have to help me. These men are chasing me. I think I’ve lost them but I was wondering if I could use your phone or just wait here for a while?” You explained, panicked and out of breath. 

He must have taken note of your pitiful appearance, soaked to the bone, mascara running down your face, and obviously frightened because he opened the door and let you inside. 

“Come on in, Sweetheart,” he said with a sleazy smile. 

“Thank you. I’m s-sorry to be a b-bother” you shivered, adding just a bit extra to the performance, wrapping your arms around yourself. 

Glancing around the room you observed the three large men, and the weapons laid around them, before your eyes settled on Tig, who was tied to a chair in the corner of the room, visibly confused and beaten, his face questioning your actions. 

You paused for a moment, catching the attention of all the men as you walked towards Tig. 

“Wait…I know you….” You muttered, staring at Tig, a look of concentration on your face as though you were actually considering it. You gasped faking surprise before reaching out and striking him hard across the face, which caught even him off guard. 

“You’re the freak that flashed me and my friends in Stockton last month!” You yelled as the men pulled you back. 

“Easy there, Sweetheart, he’s going to get what he deserves - the sick bastard.” One of them said, sneering towards Tig. 

Tig chuckled looking up at you. You knew that look, that mischievous look meant he was probably about to get his ass kicked. 

“Aww yeah, I remember you….you looked real pretty that night,” he said in the sleaziest voice he could muster. This earned him a backhand across the face from one of the hunters, but it didn’t take the cheeky look off his face. 

“Gag the bastard.” The football player instructed as he pulled you away from Tig when he noticed your tears. 

“Hey, you’re okay, he can’t hurt you. Come here” he whispered, pulling you into an embrace.

While the other two were distracted by Tig, and this one was distracted with his hand on your ass, you wrapped your arms around him, and before any of them had time to understand what was happening, you had the man on his knees, gun to his head. 

“Okay boys, listen very carefully and this’ll all be done. All weapons thrown into the back corner, one at a time very slowly.” You instructed sweetly, the picture of sweetness and innocence. 

They did as instructed begrudgingly, looking more than a little-pissed off that they had been overthrown by a girl. 

“Good lads, would one of you be so kind as to untie this prick,” you said, motioning towards Tig. Once was released, Tig hobbled over behind you

“Face down, on the floor. Hands behind your heads. Count to 100.” 

They looked to the man in front of you, before slowly lying getting down, looking at you with disgust. As soon as they were face down, Tig opened the door and you grabbed your hostage by his collar, dragging him out with you while he struggled. 

Dragging him up the driveway, Tig leaned against you for support until you stopped just before the hedges that bordered the property. You leaned down close to the ear of the bounty hunter to ensure you were carefully heard. 

“Sorry about all this buddy, but some people want this guy more than you. And trust me, he isn’t worth all this trouble.” You said with a kiss to his cheek. 

“You stupid bitch” he grunted. 

Tig’s eyes widened, knowing full well what was going to happen, nobody got to speak to you like that. You let out a small chuckle before cracking him in the back of the head with the butt of the gun. 

“I am so hard right now” Tig muttered in awe, staring lustfully at you. 

“Oh not now! Come on!” you scolded, slapping his shoulder before putting his arm around your neck, you helped him hobble around the hedges to the flatbed. 

“Took your time” Jax chided as pulled you up onto the truck, a big smile stretched across his face. 

“Oh shut and help me” you laughed. 

You helped support Tig to keep him from falling off the truck as Piney sped away from the motel. Noticing him staring up at you, you raised an eyebrow, looking for an explanation. 

“My hero!” He said, pulling your face down to kiss your cheek.