Page 2 of Tank
I watch her leave. I don’t chase women. They all fall for my charm and the cut. I don’t have to work for it, but for some reason, with Pandora, I wanna make the effort. My feet start to move as I go after her. I make it to the door and into the car park, just as a matte black, Charger flies out of the lot. I know it’s her. That car suits her to a ‘T.’ An all kitted out muscle car, fire, and attitude, that’s Pandora. Making my way back inside, I head for the office.
“Pistol, you in there?” I call out.
“In here, son.”
Going into the office, Pistol Pete is sitting behind his desk, covered in paperwork. Taking a seat in the chair across from him, I wait until he’s finished with what he’s looking at. Looking up at me, he takes in the expression on my face.
“You okay there, Tank?”
“You know anything about the blonde? She said her name was Pandora.”
He thinks for a little before answering.
“Yeah, long blonde hair, she’s been coming in here for a while now. I gotta say, best fucking shot I’ve seen. She could even put Gunner and Sniper to shame.”
Yup, that’s what I thought. This is my type of girl.
“Let me know next time she comes in,” I say, getting up to head out.
“Tank, brother, watch yourself with that one. She is not a one-time and done. That is a forever kind of woman. Plus, you piss her off, and she can do some serious damage,” he warns.
“Pistol, there is just something about her. I need to see what it means,” I call as I head out.
Heading for my bike, I straddle my girl. I love my bike. It’s all chrome and matte black. This is how I know I need to know more about the woman whose car strangely matches my girl. Revving her a little, I feel the vibrations through my body, which has a calming effect on me. I head back to the clubhouse. Pulling up into the lot, I park my bike and go inside to find Joker. He’s sitting in the common room with Carrie curled up next to him while Beau plays superheroes around them. Fuck, it’s good to see both of them smiling and looking happy. Grabbing a beer from a prospect, I drop down onto the chair next to them.
“Hey Tank, you okay?” Carrie asks with a strange look on her face.
“Yeah, Gorgeous, I’m good,” I reassure her.
“Holy shit, you’ve met someone,” she says with excitement in her voice.
My beer stops halfway to my mouth. What the fuck?
“What the fuck, woman? How the hell did you work that out?” I ask in genuine shock.
This causes Carrie to burst out into giggles.
“It’s written all over your face,” she says, once she’s calmed down.
“You do look like you’re crossed between confused and happy, brother,” Joker confirms.
Great, this is all I need. I don’t want to advertise anything yet.
“Met someone at the range today. Fuck she’s stunning. Long, blonde hair, tight leather pants, and can handle a gun better than Gunner and Sniper, but this stays between us,” I warn them, pointedly.
“I get it, brother, won’t say a word,” Joker says with a nod.
“Of course, I wouldn’t say anything, you know this,” Carrie says with a smile.
Getting up, I kiss her on the forehead.
“You’re still my best girl,” I promise her.
I’m met with her beautiful smile. I’m a sucker for my best friend’s girl. She’s mine too. She’s been through so much, so has Joker, but they are coming out the other side and building their life with Beau, their son.
Needing to get rid of some of this nervous energy, I go to my room to get changed, then head to the gym for a while. I’ll put this energy to good use with a workout.
As the club’s Sergeant at Arms, it’s my job to protect the club, enforce the rules, and dish out punishments, if needed. I take my role very seriously. All the brothers’ lives and the lives of their families rest on my shoulders. I get to work on the punching bag, honing my fighting skills.
