Escaping From Forever: Tank & Kat's story, Part 1 (Battle Born MC Book 5)

by Scarlett Black

  I weave us through the heavy traffic until we reach the mountains. It starts to thin out and I take her to a secluded cabin. When we’re parked, she jumps off and looks around the small property.

  “What is this place?” Kat smiles at the sun that creeps through the trees and the shadows that flicker around from the clouds.

  “This is our place, one where no one else has been. When you want to run, Kat, I want you to come here. It is your safe place with me. Promise me that you will always meet me here if we are ever separated or when you are scared.”

  I step closer, and the leaves on the ground crunch under the weight of my boots.

  Kat looks up at me. “Not a person knows about this place besides you and me?”

  “Not a soul, K-Love, it’s ours.”

  Something finally breaks through to her and she takes one step and then two more until she’s standing right in front of me. The woman that I’ve always pictured her to be looks free, at least in this moment, at least with me.

  “Will you touch me, Tank? I’ve missed you so much. Only true love can hurt like this. You have ruined me. I can’t live or love in a life without you.”

  Her hand reaches out and tugs me to her by pulling on my cut.

  My hands reach under her ass and I pick her up. Her legs wrap around my waist and her mouth caresses mine with a gentle touch of her lips, her tongue snaking out to wrap around mine. My fingers tighten around her and squeeze her ass.

  Her reaction to me is so pure that it erases any doubt.

  She belongs with me.

  I walk us through the front door and shut it with a kick of my boot. She pushes my cut off and I hear it hitting the floor, shortly followed by her shirt and bra that she removes by breaking from our kiss. My hands grip her waist and I easily toss her onto the bed. She bounces on the thick mattress and I chase after her, pushing her to lie down on her back.

  I pull her boots and black jeans off, leaving her in a red thong. She brings her legs up and exposes her pussy to me through the lace. It’s sexy as fuck. Something silver catches my eyes and I blink.

  “I pierced my clit, Tank.” She takes a hold of her thong, pulling at the lace between her pussy lips and exposing a little more of the bar that runs through her clit.

  “Fucking hot, babe, pull those panties off.” My voice is labored from the lust laced through my veins, hitting my dick. I kick off my boots and pull out a condom from my pocket before pushing my jeans and boxers down, then kicking those away too.

  “Touch your pussy, K-Love, get yourself ready for me.”

  She lifts her ass just enough to glide the lace down and toss it aside before opening her legs wide for me. A finger traces down the inside of her thigh before it reaches her pussy and gently spreads her lips for me. Two of her fingers glide in and out a few times before taking them to her clit and smoothly spreading her lust for me.

  “Several times I touched myself while thinking of your big dick.” She pants, and, on auto pilot, my hand tugs at my dick, stroking myself as I’m watching my queen light herself up for me.

  “I would come alone, moaning your name,” her voice catches, “I almost came on the ride up here from the vibrations on your bike. I wanted to rub myself all over you.”

  “Fuck, baby, don’t stop rubbing your clit. Rub it harder, faster, I want to watch you come.”

  I keep a slow pace but a firm grip, not wanting this to end for me yet.

  She moans and arches into her own touch.

  “I have dreams of you, of our night in Vegas and wake up to my body coming just from your memory.”

  She pulls her legs back even further, almost begging me to thrust inside of her. She exhales on a long moan, and I can see her pussy contract from her release.

  My body reacts like a beacon to hers, and I fall to my knees before her, on the floor. My hands graze the outside of her thighs, then I place kisses on the inside of each one.

  “You’re beautiful, K-Love, and all mine.” I place one kiss on her sensitive pussy and ask, “Kat, baby, I know you are married, but I need to know that you’ll be my Ol’ Lady, that’s all I need.”

  I take her fingers that stroked her pussy into my mouth and take back from her what is mine.

  “Yes,” she hiccups out.

  I dip my head and take a long lick of her, then play with her clit, soft and slow. She builds up quickly and chants my name, her hands clawing at the sheets. Her hips start bucking into my face and a hand reaches out to grab a hold of my hair. I let her take control and ride my face.

  “Sh-i-t!” She calls out and comes, holding on to me a moment longer as I lick her back down. She releases the tight lock hold she has on my head and I push us both up the bed, with me lying between her legs.

  My body rocks into her and I coat my dick with her release. My teeth nip at the skin on her neck. The salty taste invades her sweet flavor that’s still on my tongue.

  “I won’t break any part of you, Kat, and, one day, you will believe that with your whole heart.” I rest my hand gently between her breasts. “I’m going to love you softly and fiercely until the day you die, I promise you this.”

  And I will keep my promise until I die. A tear leaks from the corner of her eye and I kiss it away. “Don’t cry, I love you,” I rasp.

  Kat opens her glossy eyes to me, and I see that they’re filled with tears. My thumbs wipe them away.

  “I will be your hero, the man that will fall for you every day and fight all your demons.” She shakes her head at me, but I hold her still. “I see the pain and ghosts in your eyes, the ones that crushed your heart.” I let out a deep sigh. “I will also be the man to make that heart beat again.”

  She sobs and whispers into the silence, “I love you, too, Tank, don’t break me.”

  “Never, K-Love.” Fuck the condom and fuck tomorrow. I plunge into her body, impaling my dick into her velvety soft pussy. I’m claiming my woman. It doesn’t matter what tomorrow brings.

  Soft and slow, I enjoy the feel of us connecting as I’m sliding in and out of her. I can’t get enough of it and her. I’ve never experienced the feeling of being bare inside of a woman.

  My hand holds Kat in place by her hip as I grind my pelvis against hers and her clit. She moans with me and we pick up the pace, thrusting and grinding.

  “Come with me, baby, soak me,” I beg her because it’s been a while, and this feeling of us together bare is lighting me up and taking me to places I have never been. A few more pumps and she lets go with another orgasm, squeezing the shit out of my dick. I still when my dick shoots my release into her.

  Kat. My woman. My Ol’ Lady.

  I collapse on top of her, catching my breath before rolling over and tucking her into my side.

  “I’m buying you a diamond clit ring, Kat,” I growl into her and lay a possessive hand over her pussy. “I’m going to marry you some day but I’m marking this as mine now.”

  She doesn’t say anything, but her chest starts to shake with laughter. “Cat got your tongue?”

  We clean up and look around the cabin a bit before we take off, heading back into town. I know in my gut what is coming tonight, and thank fuck that Kat and I are on the same page when get back.

  With Kat by my side, we walk into the Battle Born clubhouse. I don’t miss the stares that we get from the patch holding members. I grin at all of them because, now, she is untouchable; she is mine and under the entire club’s protection.

  Together we walk into the meeting room for Church where Saint and Jenn should be coming in soon. I greet the out of town chapter members and introduce Kat. She shakes each of their hands and doesn’t flinch at some of the glares she receives from them.

  Jenn hesitantly walks in with Saint at her back. The men all stand to show her great respect and tell her just that. Stryker picks her up in a great bear hug, having helped raised her himself. Even Ice, the coldest motherfucker here, supports her by wrapping an arm around her and saying, “You have my help also, Jenn. Let me
know who to kill first, and it’s done, princess.”

  All the members squeeze in along with Vegas and Dana who have settled in next to Blade and Axl for this meeting.

  Jenn breaks her silence and tells the room the shit hand she was dealt and apologizes for her actions afterward. Which none of us, not a single one, was expecting.

  She used pills and booze to try and wipe the memories from her rape away. It was nothing we couldn’t handle and was nothing she should’ve apologized for, regardless of what she had said or done before.

  Jenn’s face pinches with worry and pain. “I’m sorry you had to see that and I’m sorry for the pain I caused because of it. You see, when you live in the dark, the lies become your truth. A prison I didn’t want to escape. I’m better now.”

  She continues on, telling us the details of her rape and who did it.

  Kat’s body tightens next to me and I can feel that she knows exactly who the man is that raped Jenn.

  “The day I was raped, the man, Angel, he said a few things that I think you need to know about. He knew who my father was but didn’t realize that I didn’t know. He had been expecting me to be sold as his bride, but, I believe Kat took my place.”

  Jenn stops and looks apologetically over to us. “It wasn’t until recently that I learned that Kat was my cousin. Coincidence that she showed up shortly after?”

  Jenn pauses for a moment, not letting her eyes leave Kat. “I’m not the only one who’s had to hide behind their lies to survive. I’m guessing that you took my spot and escaped, and they were looking for you when Angel found and raped me.”

  Kat’s eyes show all the anger that she normally guards so closely. “That would be the brother of Angel, Matias. Also known to his people as ‘the gift of god’. He is the boss of the Mexican Cartel. You are right. My father had decided that I was more of a powerful trade than you. You were forgotten, but not to Angel, it seems. When the club war broke out, I escaped and started plotting my own revenge. Men were scattered, and I wouldn’t be surprised if the others don’t know what Angel did. The things you said were very personal. He believes you are his. If you don’t kill him, he will rape you again, and, more than likely, has been enjoying your pain from afar.”

  My hand squeezes Kat’s, I think more for myself than for Kat, because she lived with that monster, she was married to the devil and survived. I don’t know that I will ever be able to hear the words of the torture she lived through.

  The meeting is over shortly after that and the room files out. I know that this is just the first meeting before the real one.

  Kat and I stay with the rest of the seat holding members. Half look at her with pity and the other half with anger.

  Stryker in particular is looking intently at her. “Every word I have heard, is it true what you are saying? No lies?” he raises a brow. “That the Cartel orchestrated this mess that’s been going on for years? You have one shot with me and one only.”

  Kat lets go of my hand and pulls out a thumb drive from the lining in her bra. She reaches up under her armpit and pushes it out before passing it over.

  Ice smiles, a wicked gleam catching in his eye at the small show of Kat’s flesh that was exposed.

  Holding the memory stick in her hand, she states, “This has information Matias collected for years while I lived with him, information on you and Cobra. It will show you how he manipulated you both to get what he wanted. For years after I left, I watched him and tracked what I could of what I could find for you.”

  Kat holds out the thumb drive. “This is my life and death, and the only thing this will prove is that it would benefit us both to kill him.”

  Stryker takes it from her. “Don’t go far and don’t try and run from me,” he warns her, truly looking and sounding like the strongest President on the west coast that he is, with full weight behind his threat.

  I step forward and place a hand on Kat’s shoulder, standing by her side. “She’s my Ol’ Lady, and I back her a hundred and ten percent.”

  Blade’s face goes from relaxed to pissed in seconds, a beating I’m sure to take for not telling him beforehand. Stryker looks at him, then his eyes like lasers examine Kat from head to toe. “Vest and brand?”

  “She will wear it and soon,” I confirm without any hesitation or fear. Kit Kat on the other hand may freak the hell out as soon as we get out of here.

  I know for a fact that she has no guns on her, so at least I know that I have a chance to survive.

  “You both head out tomorrow to Mexico. Get your shit settled,” Stryker warns and the Prez of the mother chapter walks out.

  Blade holds his anger back not to cause a scene but I’ll fucking pay for this later.

  Hot on Kat’s heels, I charge out to keep up with her since she stormed out after Stryker did.

  Kat

  “What the fuck was that, Tank?”

  My hands blast the front door wide open and it flies, ricocheting off the wall as I’m stomping down the stairs with Tank on my tail.

  I stop abruptly and point a finger to his face, about to spit my scorn at him, but he stops me with my mouth open.

  He shrugs off my angry tirade, smacks my hand out of his face, then paces out to his bike that is parked out in front of the building. I follow him this time, wanting to rip into him.

  “You agreed, didn’t you, Kat, to be my woman not hours ago? Let’s get one thing straight between you and me.” Tank takes one large step forward, towering over me and crowding my space, pushing me back a few steps.

  “I call the fucking shots when it comes to my club and you. I saw where they were going to go. I made the choice to give you my protection and I’m not going to discuss club business with you.” He stands firm with a wide stance and arms crossed over his chest.

  Taking one step back, I glare at his face. “I’m no man’s fucking puppet.” I spit the harsh words like venom at him. “You get on board with that shit. When it comes between you and me, we will agree or there will be nothing to agree on,” my voice raises with frustration. “I’m not putting shit on my body until I’m fucking ready, Tank, so fuck your manly shit. I can take care of myself.”

  “Fucking laughable when you are here for the club’s help, Kat. You can’t take down that asshole alone. And you need to learn to trust me, I did that for you. Can you get that through your head? Do you understand the beat down I’m gonna take from Blade for doing that?”

  “I hate the fucking games, Tank. It’s hard as hell for me to trust people. All my life I have been nothing but a pawn, and when I see shit like that going down without a heads up, it makes me feel like you took me to the mountains and fucked me only to get what you wanted.”

  Tank laughs out loud and swings his muscled arms wide. “No shit, Kat. I fucked you and told you I loved your crazy ass and asked you to be my Ol’ Lady. I asked you before I announced it to the club. Chill the fuck out. You’re making shit bigger in your head than it is, woman.”

  Pain, fear and anger overcome my senses, and, before I know what I’m doing, I’ve raised my hand, aiming it for Tank’s face. He doesn’t flinch from my reaction but, at the last second, captures my wrist before my hand strikes him. With a firm grip, he holds my wrist captive for a moment and glowers into my eyes.

  I hate that the emotions come out when he’s around. He is my weakness and my undoing, and, when he is gone, I fear that I would die without him.

  I try to tug my arm back from his iron grip. He holds tight and observes me, my wild and crazy heart on display, and it fucking hurts.

  “Let me go,” I demand through clenched teeth.

  “No, K-Love. I will not let you go.” Tank lowers my wrist and tugs my body into his. I fall against his chest. His strong commanding arms wrap around my body and he holds me tight.

  “Don’t ever try and hit me again.” His deep soothing baritone wraps around me. “Don’t try and shoot or stab my ass. You’ve got some issues, love. But that abusive shit has got to stop. I’m never going to
hit you or hurt out of anger.” Patient and strong loving hands slide up and down my back.

  Love. He has shown me love and protection and I threw it into his face. I break in the front yard and crumble down every wall of defense I had against this man. Deep, gut wrenching sobs break free like a dam of a lifetime, flooded with betrayal and lies.

  My life has been so diseased with it that everyone is a target and there is no truth anymore.

  Tank wraps me up and carries me to the garage, kicking every man in there out. He sits with me in a chair until the pain subsides and the tears have dried.

  “I’ll be the man who protects you, even from yourself.”

  Chapter 32

  Kat

  Tank held me through the night after we took a long ride home together, on his bike. Probably so I could cool off, but also because he knew we needed it. To be together without all the drama, and live free. Even if it was for only a few moments, it was needed.

  He didn’t say a word when we got into bed, but he let me wrap myself up in him. There are parts of me that need to heal, but, at least for now, he gave me him, his strong support.

  These small things he does are so different than what I am used to. I’m thankful he gives me the space and silence to adjust to them.

  Overnight, I soaked him in, and I was ready to battle again. I packed our stuff for the long journey ahead. We left the very next morning, after the interrogation from the club, heading to Mexico.

  I get why his brothers would doubt me and I can’t fault them for it one bit. Tank and I had a huge fight because I refused to get his brand, not while his club doubted me. It’s for their protection.

  I know that it would make Tank feel better, but that’s too fucking bad. I haven’t worked my ass to become the Black Widow to pussy out and roll over the easy way. I’ll wear his brand when I’m good and fucking ready to. When the time is right. I fucking love the man, but it is important for the club to trust me too.