Page 87 of Tank’s Weakness

I sigh. I can’t believe this is my life right now.

“The flowers were from him…” I murmur, trailing off.

“They were.”

“The bagels too then?” I ask, thinking back to the basket of bagels that were delivered to me a few days ago.

“What bagels?” he asks.

“It makes so much sense now,” I start. “I said something about it in passing, but you didn’t react. I thought you were trying to be sweet but not take the credit, but you really didn’t know.”

“No. I don’t like that he’s been stalking you. After the video and the gifts, I don’t like the thought of you staying here.”

“Neither do I,” I admit

“So you’ll come to the clubhouse with me?”

I nod. “I don’t see why not. I don’t have a job to worry about. If it makes your life easier, then I want to go. I don’t want to be here alone anymore.”

I didn’t realize how close Blaine had gotten to me so many times. I really thought he was harmless, but he’s proving to be much worse than he let on.

“Thank you.” He leans in, kissing me softly.

It’s the moments like this that mean the world to me. The little moments that show that he cares.

“Let’s go pack then. How long will I be gone?” I ask him.

“As long as it takes. I’m going to get this solved, though. You’re going to get your job back.”

I press a quick kiss to his lips. “I know. The lawyer says we have a good case. I’m not worried. I trust you.”

“I love that you do.”

“Now, come pack my bags. If you’re quick about it, maybe you’ll earn yourself a reward.”

He chuckles, but before he can respond, I hear another motorcycle.

“Who is that?” I ask.

“Acid. He’s escorting us back to the clubhouse. Smoke didn’t want to take any chances.”

I swallow hard. “It’s that serious?”

His face is grim. “It’s bad enough he was messing with the club businesses, but the brothers brushed it off their shoulders. It’s part of the game. He came after Kelly. Smoke would burn the world for her as any of us would for our old lady. He was an annoying gnat before. Now he’s become a credible threat. One that will be eliminated.”

My heart beats faster in my chest. “Are you going to kill him?”

“Not if we can help it, but if it’s the last resort? We will do whatever it takes to keep the club and our women safe. To hell with the consequences.”

That should scare me, but it oddly makes me feel safer somehow.

Tank

I expected Delaney to put up more of a fight, but she didn’t. She likes being in control, yet she handed it to me without question.

I think it shows how far she has come. She trusts me. It feels so monumental to know that she trusts me. That she is willing to let loose of the reins and hand them over to me to handle.

I love when she dominates me in the bedroom and don’t mind that it bleeds into our day-to-day life, but this is a huge step for her. She’s letting me make the decisions. Giving me the room to do what is best for her in this situation.