Page 21 of Tank’s Weakness

Together we watch as a woman dressed in leather makes a man drop to his knees. Every order she gives, he does without protest. He’s completely at her mercy. What gets me though is that I barely pay attention to him. I can hardly take my eyes off of her. Not because she’s gorgeous, which she is, but because of how confident she sounds. She doesn’t stutter once, and she doesn’t question her choices. As soon as the words leave her mouth, it’s almost as if they are law and he obeys them.

It’s…beautiful and everything I never knew I wanted.

Was Tank right? Is this why I struggle in the bedroom? I need to be the one calling the shots?

When the video ends, Erica pulls up blog posts and articles about dominatrixes. Part of it resonates with me while other parts don’t sound like something I would be into, but it makes me intrigued.

What feels like hours later, Erica turns toward me. “So what do you think?”

“I think I have questions, but he might not be wrong,” I tell her softly.

She nods. “Are you going to call him? Tell him you want to give this a shot?”

“I don’t know, I think I need to sleep on it.”

Truthfully, I already know I’m going to do it. I just can’t admit it out loud yet when I haven’t even accepted it myself.

Tank

The only thing I hate about club life is church. Not because I don’t want to know what’s going on, but because it seems to take for fucking ever. I don’t care about how the businesses are doing in great detail. As long as they are bringing in money and I get a check, I’m happy.

Not only that, but if Smoke doesn’t directly call on someone to give an update, everyone sits around looking at each other all awkwardly and shit.

It’s annoying as fuck, and I have a million other things I could be doing.

Like setting up the new smoker we got. Or working on a car in the garage that needs turned out. Or putting on a new roof with Crow and his crew. Any of it is a million times better than sitting around talking numbers.

“Any threats popping up?” Smoke asks, piquing my interest.

As club enforcer, I love threats. Threats mean I get to use my fists. My entire life I’ve had anger just boiling beneath my skin, ready to blow at any given moment. There are only two times that it’s not present. Right after I fuck someone up and while I’m on my knees waiting to be told what to do.

It’s honestly fucked how my brain is wired.

“Shit’s been quiet. Almost too quiet,” Gunner, our club vice president, mutters.

I can’t help but smirk as I stare at him. He’s such a grumpy fucker. Granted, before Sloane, his old lady, he used to be worse.

Is that what women do? They come into your life and fuck you up in unexplainable ways?

“Tank, are you listening?” Smoke snaps.

Shaking my head, I look around and see that everyone is staring at me. “Sorry, what did you ask?”

Mac chuckles, shaking his head. “Your ADD is getting the best of you today, huh?”

“I don’t have ADD.”

Lifting my hand, I give him the middle finger and turn to look at our president, who’s pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I said that once Fox has the file put together, you will confront Hanks. We can’t have a brother doing illegal shit behind our backs,” Smoke says.

Hanks is one of the newer brothers who is also part of Crow’s crew. He’s not bad per se, he’s just not the brightest.

“Let me know when to act, and I will.”

Smoke nods. “Next up, Lotus San Antonio reached out and thinks we should all switch routes for the next run. Said they have some concerns. What do you think about that? Did you pick anything up on the last run?”

I try and think back to when we last saw them, but my mind comes up short.