Page 111 of Tank’s Weakness

I pull back, cupping Tank’s cheeks. “You need to leave. Get out of here. Smoke will protect me and bring me to the clubhouse once the cops are done with me. I need to be here. Go. Now.”

“Laney…”

“No. I said go. Be my good boy and obey.”

He wants to argue, but he kisses me before rushing out the door instead.

Acid starts punching Blaine’s dead body. I wonder what he is doing until he stands and looks just as bloody as Tank. He looks as if he was the one that caused the damage.

“Acid…” I say, my heart breaking.

“I failed you and the club. It’s my honor to take this for Tank. You be good to him,” he tells me.

I walk to him, hugging him. He hugs me back.

“I don’t know what to say. I want to tell you not to do this, but the selfish part of me doesn’t want to lose Tank either.”

The cops are outside now. I can hear them running up to the building. I keep a hold of Acid.

“Let me do this. You tell them I was the one who killed him in defense of you. I’ll get involuntary manslaughter. Up to fifteen years in prison, but I’ll get out. I’ll happily serve the time knowing that you are safe and Tank is taken care of.”

I suck in a sob. “Thank you.”

“Hands up,” I hear screamed from behind me.

I turn, letting Acid go as I hold my hands up.

“Come toward me,” the officer demands.

I cry harder. “Please. I need help. That man on the floor kidnapped me. He knocked me out. I don’t know what he did to me. He wanted to keep me imprisoned.”

The officer wavers. “Come to me, ma’am. We will get you help. We have paramedics outside.”

I do as he asks, letting him lead me to the paramedics as I watch each brother cuffed and lined up outside the motel room.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” the paramedic asks. “What hurts?”

I shake my head, crying. “Everything. Everything hurts.”

Tank

I’m pacing the clubhouse floors until I finally hear it. A motorcycle driving up.

Rushing out of the building, I am relieved to see Jagger.

“You need to shower and get changed. Wear your riding gloves. The hospital is crawling with cops. If you can contain yourself, I’ve been told to bring you to her.”

“Is she okay?” I ask.

He nods. “She’s strong. She’s good, but the cops can’t know you were there. They will take you in.”

I nod, heading back inside. I take the quickest shower, only doing enough to get the blood off of me. I barely dry myself as I struggle to put fresh clothes on. By the time I am dressed, only five minutes have passed, but it feels like an eternity.

I leave my room, heading back to where I left Jagger. He hasn’t moved as he looks down at his phone.

I put my helmet on, something I only started doing because Delaney demanded that I do it. Then I pull the riding gloves out and put them on. Once I’m ready, I mount my bike and follow as Jagger leads me to the hospital. I am grateful when I see she was taken to our preferred hospital. With several in the area, only one staffs doctors that are loyal to the club.

I’m not surprised at all when he leads me to a private room on the top floor. When I step inside, my heart rips open seeing Delaney lying in a hospital gown with her eyes closed. She opens them as I move closer, tears filling them as she looks at me.