Page 104 of Tank’s Weakness

I don’t say what I really want to say. If I do, he will get mad and likely hurt me again. He doesn’t seem stable at the moment.

So I don’t answer, but that’s the wrong move. As the motorcycle fades away, he moves closer to the bed.

“I asked you a question. How could you think he would be good for you?”

I don’t know what to say. I don’t think I can lie effectively.

How can I look him in the eye and tell him Tank isn’t good for me when I am hopelessly in love with Tank?

I need to sell it, though. I refuse to leave this world without seeing Tank one more time.

I swallow hard and open my mouth to speak.

Tank

It’s been two hours since Delaney called me. Two hours of not knowing where she is or what is happening to her.

The first thing Fox checked was the school cameras. We saw Blaine approach and then attack her from behind. When he picked her up, though, the cameras cut out, so it was a dead end. She was there one minute, lying limp in Blaine’s hold, then disappeared. Then Fox checked all the cameras in the area but couldn’t see her leave the parking lot. He started going through every vehicle in the area, but I knew the truth.

Her stalking ex is the only dumbass motherfucker has her and is two steps ahead of us.

I knew I should have ended the threat long before now, but Delaney kept telling me he was harmless. She didn’t want me to do anything, and my need to always do what she wants overrode my common sense.

We wouldn’t be in this situation if I had gone and looked for him. If I had made sure he went away. That he knew the consequences of touching what is mine.

I fucked up, but never again.

I will find her. I have to.

Thankfully, he was able to catch the dickhead pretending to be a runner, knocking Acid out as he waited on the edge of the parking lot. In broad daylight, he managed to drag Acid to the playground before anyone saw him.

Acid is awake now and almost as angry as I am. He is ready to burn the world.

“Where is he, Fox? I’m getting impatient,” I growl as I pace the clubhouse floors.

“You’ve been impatient. Foxxy is doing his best. You need to let him work,” Jagger says, trying to calm me.

It’s not helping. Not even a little bit.

“If it was your old lady, you would be upset too. He has my girl. He will be lucky if he lives when I see him.” I crack my knuckles as I talk.

“Jagger’s right. You talking isn’t helping Fox find her faster. He’s doing everything he can,” Mac interjects.

“Then I should be out there looking for her. Standing here isn’t helping Fox, so I should be out there searching for her.”

None of them get it. I mean, I thought Mac would be the one on my side. After his old lady’s ex tried to kill her and his kids, I figured he would be the first one out there with me.

“We need a plan in place for when we find her.”

Smoke tries to change the subject.

“The plan is that Fox hurries his ass up and then I get on my bike and go kill the motherfucker before rescuing my woman,” I blow up, tired of their attempts to distract me. “I’m going out there and looking for her. When you have a fucking location, call me.”

I turn to walk out of the room, but Fox finally speaks.

“I got her. She’s at the motel on Highway 90 in East Milton.”

I don’t even wait for more information. I know the motel. It’s a seedy place that mostly hosts truckers and transients. It doesn’t get too much attention because it’s out in the middle of nowhere with no neighbors to complain.