At that moment, at SAMCRO's, Tig was sitting back in his chair, smoking a cigarette, when suddenly his phone rang. Unknown number. He raised an eyebrow and answered casually—but the moment he heard the voice, the cigarette dropped from his mouth.
A chill ran through his body. His messy hair trembled slightly, and he froze for a second, caught between joy and tears.
Tig (voice trembling):
"Is that you…? How are you?"
The voice on the other end was firm… but carried the weight of old memories:
Caller:
"I'm fine. This is important… I need to see you. Fast.
And bring the bag I trusted you with."
Tig stood up immediately, his eyes lighting up.
Tig:
"Alright… I'll be there."
He hung up, staring at the phone for a moment as if it were a mirror reflecting a past he thought was gone… then quickly moved to grab the bag.
In the meeting room of the Lucifer Club, the Boss sat on his chair, surrounded by Piggy, Karl, and the rest of the crew. Silence filled the room—until he broke it:
Boss:
"When was the last time we hit SAMCRO and actually made them bleed?"
Piggy (smirking):
"About a month ago, Boss… they've been real quiet since."
Boss (with a dark grin):
"How about we make those wounds deeper this time?
We take a few of their bikes… and burn down their shop."
The room erupted—
"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!"
Loud, chaotic voices filled the air, laughter echoing like beasts ready to hunt.
Boss:
"Everyone ready? Then let's move."
He slammed the gavel on the table. The sound echoed through the room.
Piggy (curious):
"What about the rats downstairs?"
(meaning Abel and his brother Thomas)
Boss (coldly):
"Let me remind you… all of you already know.
I built this club for those who suffered because of SAMCRO… the Irish… and the white boys."
He paused, scanning their faces.
Boss:
"No one ever dared to do what those little punks did…
They took out one of our guys' eye."
A brief silence.
Then—
Boss:
"Let them rot a little longer downstairs…
After that, they're yours. Karl… Piggy."
That same morning, Wendy was quietly packing her bag. Just as she reached the door, Nero suddenly appeared, confused by what he saw.
Nero:
"What are you doing? Where are you going?"
Wendy (worried):
"I'm heading to Charming. No one's answering my calls… and Thomas—he's always on his phone—but he's been inactive for two days."
Nero grabbed her hand, stopping her.
Nero (firm):
"Stop. I'll go. They're my responsibility.
I'm not losing them… they're a trust I carry.
They became my sons… after I lost mine."
He left Wendy standing there, stunned. Then grabbed his keys and walked out without packing anything.
At the same time, Tig was riding his bike fast, the bag strapped to his back, eyes locked on the road.
Suddenly—
Piggy, Karl, and their Boss appeared in front of him, blocking the road.
Tig (sharp):
"I don't have time for this."
Boss (mocking):
"Oh, I've got plenty of time for you… killer."
Tig gunned it forward. Piggy and Karl jumped aside to avoid the hit. Shouts erupted behind him.
They chased him from street to street, not giving him a second to breathe.
Tig (muttering):
"If it wasn't for this bag… I'd send all of you straight to hell."
They got closer.
Tig suddenly turned, pulled out his gun, and fired—hitting their bike tires.
They lost control, crashing and cursing behind him.
Tig kept riding until he left the main road and entered a narrow side path. He finally stopped near a place he knew well.
He tightened the bag on his back… and looked around.
Tig (low voice):
"I haven't set foot in this place for years…
And today… everything changes."