Page 30 of Tank’s Weakness

She sighs, looking back at me. “Happiness looks good on you. Whatever it is, keep at it.”

Sloane pushes off the work bench and heads back to the car she was supposed to be doing an oil change on.

Jagger doesn’t move.

“Bro, what’s going on?”

I shake my head. “Nothing. Had a good night.”

“Is it that girl you left with last week?” he asks.

I frown. I forgot that he met her.

“It’s her, isn’t it? She was pretty.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Watch it.”

He smirks. “Well, no need to deny, you just confirmed it. Fuck, dude. That’s great.”

“Shut up,” I mutter, going back to my car.

Before I can get back under it, my name is called out.

“Tank.”

I look over and see Smoke with his head poked into the back room. I nod and get back up to head his way.

“Now he’s really in trouble,” Jagger jokes.

“I will cut you in your sleep,” I threaten.

He only laughs.

Fucker.

Walking through the front lobby into the back room, I find Smoke waiting for me.

“What’s up?”

“Need you to handle an issue. Hanks is stepping out of line. Fox is going to send you a file. Go have a chat with him.”

“Got it. Need me to go now?”

“Yeah. Jagger has been a real dick lately. He can cover your work.”

“You heard that, huh?”

He nods. “It’s none of my business, but if you’re happy, then I am. If she becomes worth it, bring her to meet us.”

“I will.”

Leaving him in the office, I walk back through the shop toward the back room. “You’re picking up my work, Jag. Enjoy,” I call out to him.

“What the fuck, man?”

I smile, ignoring him as I get ready for my next task.

I slip on my cut, ready to head out and do my job.