Page 115 of Tank’s Weakness

“You caught me. Now come on. Introduce me to these guys.”

Tank

“Do you think she’s going to be mad that you called her friend in?” Jagger asks.

The lawyer left an hour ago, but when I went to check on Delaney, I could tell she was really down. She doesn’t like that anyone is going to jail over this.

“No. I have a feeling that girl time with her is just what she needs. Or I hope it is,” I admit.

“You’re a good man,” Bear tells me.

“It doesn’t feel like it, but thank you.”

“Did you hear that Sloane bought a car without giving Gunner any heads-up? It was just delivered to the shop,” Jagger asks as he leans back in his chair.

Laughing, I shake my head. “I’m not surprised. She mentioned that she wanted to get one when Delaney and I went out with her and Gunner.”

“I can’t believe you went on a double date,” Crow teases.

“Shut up, your jealousy is showing,” I quip, making him laugh.

The conversation shifts, and I fall silent. Worry for my girl fills my mind, but before I can spiral too much, though, I feel it.

I swear I can feel the air shift in the clubhouse. Everyone is still talking, having a good time, and none the wiser, but I feel it. Instinctively, I turn and look down the hall toward all of our private rooms and see Delaney and Erica walking out, side by side, arms linked.

My heart aches.

My girl has been so damn sad since the lawyer showed up. The guilt eating at her like a disease even though we’ve all told her that she has nothing to be sorry for. Acid is glad to take the fall.

I won’t admit it to anyone, but I feel guilty for it. He’s serving time for my actions, but I also know I wouldn’t have survived inside without being able to hold Delaney.

I owe the man my life.

She must feel my eyes on her because she turns and smiles when she sees me.

Fucking smiles for the first time in days.

Thank fuck. Maybe this isn’t as bad as I thought it was.

“Hey, baby,” I rasp as she gets closer.

“Hi.”

Shocking the shit out of me, she drops down into my lap. I wrap my arms around her and pull her in tight.

“Have fun with Erica?” I ask as I kiss her shoulder.

“It was nice to catch up. Thank you for calling her,” she says quietly as she starts to play with my hair.

I close my eyes and soak up the closeness. I didn’t realize how desperate I was for her affection until now.

“Okay, enough, you lovebirds. Introduce me to everyone,” Erica demands as she takes a seat next to us.

“I’m Bear, this is Preach, Crow, Taz, Doc, Fox, and Jagger,” Bear says, pointing to each of the brothers.

Erica smirks, looking right at Jagger. “So you’re his best friend. I’ve heard you’re jealous that you’ve been replaced.”

Jagger scoffs dramatically. “I can’t be replaced. I’m one of a damn kind. I’ve just been pushed slightly to the right.”