Page 59 of Tank’s Weakness

“Crow,” Smoke says, nodding toward the man.

“Today while on the jobsite, a building inspector and two cops showed up. They shut us down,” Crow growls.

“For what?” Mac asks.

“Apparently our permits were pulled, and we are being investigated for taking shortcuts when building,” Crow scoffs.

“That’s bullshit. Everyone knows you do everything by the book,” Bear says, shaking his head.

My heart sinks to my ass.

“It’s Blaine, isn’t it? My girl’s ex?” I ask.

All the brothers turn toward me, and I continue.

“It makes sense. He’s mad I got the girl, and he’s trying to sabotage it. He sent cops to the shop about stolen parts. They didn’t find anything, so he moved on to another club-related business.” I look over at Crow. “I’m sorry.”

“That makes sense. Hit us in as many ways as possible,” Gunner mumbles.

“Fox?” Smoke asks.

Fox nods and starts clicking away on his tablet. “On it.”

“What’s wrong?” Smoke asks, not looking away from him.

Fox’s jaw clenches. “I’m fucking pissed. When I looked into this guy the first time, he seemed relatively harmless. He should have backed the fuck off after Tank fucked him up over the gambling ring. It doesn’t make sense why he keeps coming back or how a guy who’s barely out of law school already has these kinds of resources.”

“Is he still harassing her?” Mac asks.

I shake my head. “What?”

“Has your girl mentioned him harassing her at all?” he asks again.

I run my hands through my hair. “No. I don’t know? We don’t talk about him. I know he was bothering her to start with, but we haven’t discussed it. Shit, I never even told her about our run-in with him or the other shit.”

“Maybe you should ask,” Taz says.

I shake my head. “I don’t want to bring this to her door. Things between us are good. Besides, she would have told me, right?”

“She has a report on file about his harassment. They couldn’t issue a restraining order or anything, but there is a report. She’s even had some issues at work. A mark was recently added to her record because a child was pulled from her classroom. The child’s father works at the same law firm,” Fox says, making my heart sink.

Son of a bitch. Evenings when she was down flash through my mind. She told me without giving me details. Did she do it on purpose? In fear of how I would react? Or does she just typically keep that kind of shit to herself?

“You didn’t know,” Smoke says, reading me like a book.

“Not to that extent, no.”

“We should talk to her. Get her take on him,” Gunner says.

I shake my head. “No. She doesn’t need to know. This is our problem.”

“Tank, it doesn’t work like that. You know that,” Smoke says.

“At least not right now, then. Please. I don’t want to bring this shit to her door. Not until she confesses what’s been going on,” I plead.

Smoke pinches the bridge of his nose. “Fine. We wait, but if this dickhead keeps causing problems, we will have no option but to talk to her. Whether you like it or not.”

“Thank you.”