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“Do you have something to tell me?” I spit at him.
“Like what?” He seems genuinely confused.
“So, you didn’t ask the tech guru at your club to run my background?” I demand.
Tank’s face instantly drops, fuck he did.
“You fucking asshole!” I scream at him as I jump out of his truck, slamming the door.
“Pandora, wait,” he calls after me.
“No Tank, no waiting, no listening, and no fucking letting you explain,” I shout back at him as I march up to my house.
“Please, Pandora,” he begs.
“Tank, I asked for time and understanding. I told you trust was earned, yet you went behind my back and had a background check done. What the actual fuck. Who does that?” I scream at him. I can feel the tears burning behind my eyes. I had actually started to fall for him and thought he was a good guy.
“I’m sorry, really I am, but I needed to know what you were hiding.”
“Really, because that makes this all fucking better, does it? No, it makes it worse, as you know how I felt. Yet, you did it anyway, and that shows you have a lack of respect for me and my privacy. Don’t you worry, Tank, you don’t need to know anything anymore. We’re done,” I tell him in a disappointed voice, just before I slam my front door in his face.
“Pandora, please, no. Don’t leave it like this,” he begs through my door. “Just let me explain, and I’m sorry, so fucking sorry,” he sounds like he’s close to crying. Well good.
“Fuck off, Tank, or I will get my gun and shoot you,” I warn.
He must hear the finality in my voice.
“I’m sorry, and I will make this right. I am not that guy,” he practically whispers through the door before I hear his boots retreating and then his truck pulling away.
Only then do I slide down the door and lose it, tears streaming down my face. This is why I don’t let men get close. They always do something to prove they can’t be trusted. I'd honestly thought Tank was different and realize I had developed deep feelings for him. Wiping the tears from my face, I grab my phone and read Willow’s text again
Willow: Someone has run a background check on you, and it’s come from within the Sons of Havoc compound. How do you wanna handle it?
Me: I’ve handled it. No threat.
Willow: It was a pretty in-depth search. They know who you are.
Me: Let them, no threat. I promise we’re good.
Willow: If you say so, boss. Let me know if anything changes.
Me: Thanks, Willow, night.
Willow: Night, boss.
I hate it when she calls me boss, but she’s brilliant at what she does, so I let it slide. Climbing up off the floor, I make my way to the bathroom, take a hot shower, and climb into bed. My phone goes off again.
Tank: Please, Pandora, I’m not giving up on us.
Fuck, why can’t he just let it go? He’s broken my trust. Why couldn’t he let me tell him in my own time? It’s not that it’s a secret, but when they find out about my family and my business, it’s kind of a deal-breaker.
Me: Tank, you already gave up on us.
Tank: No, that is not why. Please just let me explain, and I will show you that I can be trusted.
Me: You already showed me you can’t be trusted. It’s done.
With my final text, I mute his number. I can’t bring myself to delete it from my phone. I could kick myself for letting my heart get involved. I could’ve loved that stupid biker boy and think I might have even started already. He means something to me. With that thought whirling around in my brain, I close my eyes as more tears start to fall and cry myself to sleep.
