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)
“How do you know what I need?”
“You deserve better. The best,” he said. “I’m too old for you and just bad news altogether.”
“I do have daddy issues, so there’s that going for us.”
He raised a brow.
“Seriously, is that why you came into the diner today? To ask me out or something?” she asked.
“No, I came to make a clean break. Things don’t always go according to plan.”
Chapter Three
Tank sat in the clubhouse several days later, drinking a bottle of beer and wanting it to be something stronger but knowing he wasn’t going to drink anything more than this single bottle of beer.
The run had gone well. The prospect had turned out to be better than he imagined. At least he knew with all the prospects in the club, there was one who currently had his back. He rarely got to know them by name. Most of the time, fresh meat never stuck around. It was only in rare cases that a prospect went on to earn a patch. The reason being they didn’t like to get their hands dirty. Club life had been too glammed up for them. They thought it was all sunshine and rainbows, and it was anything but.
He tried not to think about … her.
It had been five days since he last saw her. During his run, he hadn’t been able to think about anything but her, apart from fleeting moments when he admired the view. He wondered what it would be like to show her the world. To let her see how amazing it was and to have her on the back of his bike. He remembered how good it felt when he’d driven her home, her soft body pressed tight against his.
Those thoughts wouldn’t help him now.
At night, when the prospect was asleep, and he was alone with his thoughts, he imagined her there with him, snuggled up against his side. Until he started talking with Bell, he had no idea how fucking lonely he’d been. She brought so much to the surface.
Tipping back the bottle of beer, he finished it within three easy gulps. He had to do something, otherwise, he was going to lose his shit.
He never allowed a woman to … let loose on his mind. He remembered his grandmother always telling him that idle minds were the devil’s playground. This was something next level.
“Good run,” Lord said, slapping him on the back.
Tank held his empty bottle up, but the prez didn’t sit with him, which was a good thing.
Glancing across the bar at the clock, he saw it was a little after nine. Bell would be heading home soon.
A clean break meant it didn’t matter to him that she was walking home alone. The diner where she worked wasn’t a great place. Truckers stopped there. Construction workers. Bad shit always went down in places like that. He slapped his hand on the bar, and the prospect manning the station nearly shit himself, but quickly got him a bottle of beer, which he almost spilled over him.
Fucking asshole.
Tank wasn’t in the mood for little boys and their scared little dicks. He had to focus on getting drunk out of his mind and taking one of the sluts up to his bed, where he could finally rid himself of the virgin pussy walking home alone.
“Dude, you look fucking angry,” Reaper said, taking a seat beside him.
“I don’t want any company.”
Reaper held his hands up. “Don’t mind me.” He chuckled. “Damn, you look mighty pissed off. Look, I’ve got a couple of bitches hounding me to take them upstairs. They want me to show them what every woman wants with my dick. You coming?”
He rarely enjoyed sharing a woman with his club brothers, but he had done it on occasion. Now was not the time.
“Nah, they’re all yours.”
“Come on, dude, I’m talking about two hot pieces who want us to do anything to them. Everything is on the table. Use your imagination.”
Tank snorted. “Look around you, Reap. All the women here will do anything we say if we snap our fingers. That never changes.”
“Where you going?”
“Heading out. Need to clear my head,” Tank said.
No one stopped him as he went to his bike in the parking lot. He ran his hand down the sleek chrome and sighed. This beauty had never, ever failed him. She’d been with him on every single run. Always started up. Got him out of many scrapes and was a loyal bitch.
Straddling his bike, he turned over the ignition, hearing her purr, and he just needed to ride her. To be away from everyone. Everyone turned into a shrink when you weren’t at your best, and he didn’t want to hear any of it.
He pulled out of the parking lot and took off, not caring about the speed that he took, which was fast. Tank needed fast.