Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
He left the infirmary and headed out to the yard to get his bike ready. He ran into the VP and his wife heading to their room.
“Lord was looking for you,” Brick said.
“Where is he?”
The VP pointed out the barbecue pit. “Don’t keep him waiting.”
Tank headed down to the pit to look for Lord. The run wasn’t for another few hours, so he wasn’t sure what he wanted from him. He didn’t have a good feeling about it. Being club secretary usually had him on the prez’s shit list. He wasn’t the one creating the numbers, he just kept track of everything. Tank may not have a fancy degree, but he was honest and wouldn’t consider taking a penny more than his share from the club.
He found Lord sitting back in a chair, nursing a beer. A few brothers were standing around.
“Brick said you were looking for me,” he said.
Lord turned to face him. “How’d it go with the doc? You get the all-clear?”
“I’ve been good to go for months.”
Lord shrugged, uninterested. “When you guys go out tonight, I want you to take this prospect with you. Teach him shit. Show him how it’s done.” He nodded to the kid standing by the barrel they used for fires at night. Tank didn’t recognize him, so he must be seriously fresh meat.
Tank was forty-two, bitter, and set in his ways. The last thing he wanted to do was babysit this asshole. He had more duties than most with all records and reports he had to work on every day.
“Why me?”
“Don’t cry about it,” Lord said. “Just do as I ask.”
“Yeah. Okay. If he gets himself killed, don’t come to me.” He glared at the prospect before heading over to the bikes. He knew they needed to increase their numbers, but he never had a soft spot for the new recruits, not until they proved themselves trustworthy and able to protect the club with their lives. All of that took time. He couldn’t count the number of prospects that couldn’t make the cut. Some came with disillusions and weren’t ready for how dark and dirty club life really was. It wasn’t just about parties and sex, although that was a big part of it. They had turf to protect and enemies to cut down. Not much of what they did was legal, so they always had to look over their shoulders.
He checked his watch. There was a good three hours before they rode out, so he had enough time to eat. With his size, he was always hungry, and right now, he had a craving for the Main Road Diner.
Fuck, I’m an idiot.
Tank revved up his Harley and headed out to this diner he’d never set foot in before. He didn’t care about anything except the waitress who’d infected his mind. It wouldn’t take much longer for her to realize he wasn’t the kind of man she should be talking to. That was what he was hoping for, something to end this nice and clean. Maybe one of her coworkers would fill her in because she was clueless about how dangerous he was.
He parked in front of the dive and cut his engine. The first thing to enter his mind was that he didn’t like her working here, not that it was any of his fucking business. He’d get his fill of food and hopefully get some closure before his run tonight. She was a distraction, messing with his head, and that wasn’t safe. As much as he was drawn to her, he knew he had to end this twisted obsession before it ran out of control.
Bells chimed on the glass doors as he entered. Every eye turned toward him, but he was used to the attention. He was huge, tattooed, and sporting a leather cut. Ignoring the stares was second nature.
He sat down in a booth at the far end to ensure his back was facing a wall. Tank scrubbed a hand along his jawline, wondering if it was a mistake coming here. Then she came out from the back with a tray of food. She hadn’t noticed him yet, busy serving another table with a few construction workers.
All those schoolboy feelings came rushing back despite his best efforts to lock them away. Her hair was up in a high ponytail today, and her uniform hugged those lush curves. When she turned around, she did a double take when she noticed him sitting there alone. A sly smile pulled at her lips, and she grabbed her notepad from the pocket on her uniform and approached him. She nibbled on her pencil with those full lips.
“Hello, stranger,” she said.
“Thought I’d try this Main Road Diner everyone’s talking about.”
She chuckled. “No one’s talking about this place, so that’s a lie.”
He shrugged. “Guilty.”
“Are you here to check up on me? I told you I can handle myself just fine. Or don’t you remember my skills?”