Page 5 of Tank’s Weakness

I keep walking, ignoring his voice trailing me. I pick up my pace, not wanting him to catch me. Then the bar comes into view.

The hulk of a man standing outside is attractive. He looks like a biker, but I don’t even care at this point. I need Blaine to leave me the hell alone. I’m starting to wonder if Erica was right about him not being harmless.

The man puts a cigarette to his lips. It’s a disgusting habit, but beggars can’t be choosers. I only hope he doesn’t have a girlfriend. I don’t see a ring, so I make my decision.

Walking straight up to him, I grab his collar.

“Kiss me,” I demand.

Tank

Another day, another dollar.

It’s a saying I’ve heard a lot in my life. Not one I live by, but it still sticks in my head.

Probably because it’s all I have these days.

Working hard for the club. Making money the only way we know how. Running drugs and guns for the Medina Cartel.

It’s dumb as hell to get mixed up with a cartel. They are ruthless, but so far we have stayed on their good side. It helps that all of our dealings go through the Lotus MC. We only have direct contact with them if they have issues, which we haven’t had since we were brought on.

Still, the runs wear on a guy. Especially since I always offer to go.

Why wouldn’t I?

Mac has an old lady and two kids now. If I can keep him home with them, then I’m going to. Gunner has Sloane, and while he does go on these runs as often as me, I’m trying to step up and take on that responsibility so he can spend more time with her. As the enforcer of the club, I feel like it’s my duty.

Then you have our president, Smoke. He and his old lady have a kid, and fuck if I want to let him worry about other shit when he has that to focus on.

So I work myself to the bone to prove to them why I belong in the club. It’s stupid. All in my head even, but it’s what has been ingrained in me since I was a kid. I never feel like I’m enough. I never feel like I belong.

“You coming to take shots with us?” Jagger asks, nodding over to where Crow and Bear already wait.

“Nah. I’m going to smoke. I’ll be back.”

He nods, walking off.

I step outside into the cool evening air and pull out a cigarette. A bad habit, but one that helps calm me. I don’t have many vices, so I keep the ones I do have.

I’m pulling in a drag when I see movement down the sidewalk. Natural red hair greets me as I watch a woman march her way down the street.

“Delaney, we aren’t done talking,” a man yells out from behind her, following her.

Another bickering couple. It’s a shame, really. The woman is sexy as hell.

I let my eyes take her in for a moment before I look away.

She doesn’t deserve me ogling her. I know I don’t appreciate it when women do it to me.

Another side effect of a fucked-up childhood.

Then the redhead does something peculiar. She walks right up to me.

I don’t even know what to say as she grabs my collar.

“Kiss me.”

The demand goes straight to my cock.