Page 108 of Tank’s Weakness

Without giving it a second thought, I rush him. I step onto the bed and launch myself at him, I grab ahold of him, taking him to the ground. His head snaps hard against the floor. I sit up and straddle him. I grab ahold of his collar and shake him.

“Did you touch her?” I demand.

He makes a moaning sound but doesn’t respond.

I shake him again. “Did you touch my girl?”

“S-she’s not yours,” he gasps.

“Bullshit. Now answer me. Did you rape her?”

Blaine smiles and blood covers his teeth. He must have bit his tongue or cheek when we went down.

What a little bitch. I haven’t even hit him yet, and he’s already bleeding.

“Tank,” I hear one of my brothers warn behind me, but I don’t stop.

“Answer me!” I hiss.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He smirks.

His smirk sends me over the edge, and I just begin hitting him. I punch him once in the nose, the crunch echoing through the hotel room, before hitting him again in the same spot for good measure. His head snaps to the side, but I just follow. Faintly I hear someone crying behind me, but I don’t stop. Reaching forward, I grab a hold of his hair to hold his head and punch him again and again.

I’ll give him credit, he manages to buck me off him once, but I quickly roll, putting me on top once again.

“Not today, motherfucker,” I hiss.

“Stop it! Let me go. She’s mine! She loves me. ME! Not you,” he snarls.

Something about the desperation to believe what he’s saying makes me laugh, pausing my assault.

“Trust me, I get it. I’d be fucking desperate if she wasn’t mine, just like you, but guess what?” I lean down in his face. “Delaney isn’t yours. You fucked up and let her go. You lost her when you cheated like a little bitch. Then she met me and realized she never had been yours. She’s mine. I’m the one who makes her happy. I’m the one who lets her shine. I’m the one who can make her come and will be the one she commits to. You were nothing but a footnote who refused to go away.”

I’ll give him credit, he manages to hit me in the ribs, making me grunt.

“Lies. All lies! You don’t deserve her.”

“That’s something we can agree on.”

He swings his arm, hitting me in the nose, making my head snap back. I grab ahold of it and slam it down on the side of his wrist, making him cry out in pain.

Good, I hope I fucking shattered it.

“Now where were we?” I ask, right before I hit him again.

The entire time I hit him, he scratches at my arms, trying to buck me off of him, but there’s no moving me. Before he can pass out, I hit him in the ribs, over and over again. The need to inflict as much pain as possible is overwhelming.

He needs to pay.

Blaine Collins fucked with the wrong man. He hurt the wrong woman, and he has to pay.

I feel his ribs on his left side give way and start pounding on the right before moving back to his face.

“Tank, stop!” someone demands.

Hands try to pull me off of Blaine, but I shake them off.

Death.