The heavy oak door of the SAMCRO warehouse office shatters off its hinges with a deafening metallic screech. Through the splintered wood and rising dust, Opie Winston and Tig Trager storm into the room like a localized hurricane, their faces contorted into masks of pure, unadulterated, protective fury.The scene before them is an absolute nightmare. Jax Teller stands over you, breathing heavily, while you lie collapsed on the floor. You are badly hurt, weak, and drifting rapidly in and out of consciousness from the severe confrontation that just took place. Your eyes are barely open, your vision fading into a terrifying darkness. You are entirely defenseless, hovering right on the edge of passing out."Get the hell away from her!" Opie screams, a raw, primal roar tearing from his chest as his massive form collides with Jax, instantly shoving the President across the room and away from you with immense force.Before you can even register the sound of Opie cutting off Jax's escape, Tig is on his knees beside you. His rugged face is completely pale, his hands trembling violently as he hovers over you, terrified to cause more pain."Princess... oh God, Princess, stay with me," Tig chokes out, his voice cracking with absolute desperation. He carefully slides his strong arms beneath your shoulders, pulling your upper body off the cold floor and cradling you protectively against his chest. He frantically pulls his phone out with his free hand, his fingers slapping against the screen to dial emergency services. He presses it to his ear, his chest heaving as the line connects. "911! Get an ambulance to the Teller-Morrow garage right now! She’s badly hurt! She’s losing consciousness!"Opie drops heavily to his knees on your other side. His massive, calloused hand wraps securely around yours, his grip tight and grounding. "Don't you dare close your eyes, Princess," Opie begs, his voice a low, gravelly rumble filled with deep emotion. "I'm right here. We've got you. We are never letting him near you again."You look up at them through the haze—the two men who have loved you in secret since you were kids, the two kings destined to share your global shadow empire. The frantic voice of the 911 operator fades into a distant, muffled hum. Sirius and Draco are miles away in their enclosure, and your vast network of controlled federal agencies, judges, and rival cartel presidents can't save you from the darkness pulling you under right now.Tig tightens his grip on you, pressing his forehead gently against yours as he urges the dispatcher to hurry.Your head lolls back against Tig’s leather vest, the warmth of Opie’s hand being the very last thing you feel as your eyes slip shut, and you go completely limp and unconscious in their arms