Page 110 of Tank’s Weakness

I look down and wince when I see I am still naked. I honestly forgot with everything else going on.

I pull Smoke’s shirt on, grateful for how respectful he is being.

“He’s going to kill him,” I hear Mac yell out.

I look over, seeing Tank hitting Blaine over and over again.

Part of me wants to let him. If he doesn’t kill him, Blaine will never stop. He is delusional. He thinks I belong to him. If he gets out on bail, he will come for me again. I have no doubt.

“Come on, Delaney. You don’t need to see this,” Smoke whispers, gently guiding me toward the door.

I resist. “I want to. I need to see it.”

Jagger turns and looks at us. His eyes are full of worry.

“He’s going to kill him,” he echoes Mac’s words.

I nod. I know he is. He told me it might come to this. I gave him permission to finish it.

Jagger pleads with me with his eyes. “If he kills him, he will go to jail. This guy is too caught up in our club. They will come for us.”

It takes a second for it to sink in. Tank will go to jail for this. Blaine will take him from me as his final act.

The guys are still trying to get him to listen to reason, but he is a man possessed. He has every intention of killing Blaine right here, right now.

“Warren, that’s enough. Stop now!”

I bark the order at him, putting the full weight of my control over him into it.

The response is immediate. He freezes as he looks over at me.

The rage on his face is clear. He is on a rampage. If seeing red were a person, it would be him right now. He isn’t fully in this room with us. His brothers were screaming at him to stop, and he didn’t.

He did for me, though. My voice is what called him back from the edge.

I hold out my hand to him, beckoning him to me. “Come here, now.”

He doesn’t question it. He stands and strides toward me. I break away from Smoke, running and jumping into his arms, uncaring if I get blood all over me.

He catches me, clutching me to his chest. I can feel his heart beating quickly through his chest.

“I’m so sorry, Laney. I let you down. I’m so sorry.”

I pet his head. “It’s okay. Everything is okay.”

He glances over at Blaine’s lifeless body, but I turn his face back to me. Acid leans down, grimacing as he looks up at Smoke and shakes his head.

Blaine is gone.

I shouldn’t be relieved, but I am. I feel like a nightmare is over.

Then the worry sets in. Tank will go to jail for this.

“Tank, you need to go,” Smoke says, the distant sound of sirens wailing.

“No. I won’t leave her.”

Smoke looks at me, and I nod.