Not only was his world different and new, but it was rough and rebellious and dangerous…I wasn’t so sure how I was going to be able to cope. Or how I could be as relaxed as Brooklyn or Rebecca about watching their men plan an actual weaponized attack on a rival gang.
“Or we could take down the Four Skulls first,” it was Tank’s voice that drew my attention back to the group again. He was standing casually, with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans. He had made some suggestion, and the others were looking at him, nodding their heads.
“Yes! That would mean cutting off the weapons supply for the DKs,” his friend Gunner said, and Axel was nodding his head too.
“No more allies on the streets for those mother fuckers,” Axel declared, and some of the men in the group cheered.
I didn’t exactly understand what they were talking about, but there was threat and anger and violence dripping from all their voices; including Tank’s. And I had never been surrounded by so many people who cursed so freely or drank like a fish in the middle of the day. Not that any of them were drunk; which proved that this was their daily routine.
I gulped, as I tried to catch Tank’s eyes, but he wasn’t looking at me.
“Good. So we take down Four Skulls first. Stop the weapons supply and deal with the Dragon Knights after that,” Tank was speaking again, and I watched him closely. His face was serious and angered. His body language reeked of violence.
“This kind of an attack. The one they’re talking about with the Four Skulls…” I turned to Kylie again. “Will this involve actual guns and weapons?” I asked, and Rebecca let out a light laugh behind us.
“Honey,” she said and placed a hand on my arm. “How else are they going to bring those guys down?” she asked and I stared back at her. I knew it was a stupid question, but I was still in disbelief.
“Don’t you want payback for what they did to Tank? The Dragon Knights almost killed him. You were there at the hospital, you know right?” Brooklyn asked, and I nodded my head and looked away from them.
Yes, I wanted payback for what they did to Tank. I also wanted payback for the way Mark Kaz had treated me at the hospital and the fact that they had tailed us on our date. But an attack, with guns blazing and putting lives in danger…was not the payback I would have had in mind. That was not the world I belonged to.
But now things were going to change. I had fallen in love with a man whose life was completely different. I just wasn’t so sure anymore, if I could live my own life without caring about the guns Tank kept hidden in the kitchen when I wasn’t looking. He thought I hadn’t noticed it, but I had.
The men had been talking for close to an hour, discussing the details of the attack that they were planning. Eventually, Axel ended the meeting and Tank came over to me. I tried to force a smile on my face when I saw him walking towards me because I didn’t want him to know how anxious I was feeling.
“Everything okay?” he asked and drew me into his arms. His touch was enough to instantly calm me down, and despite everything I was feeling, I couldn’t help but melt right in his arms.
“Yeah, the girls have been very friendly to me,” I said, and Tank’s hand moved down to my ass, and he slipped it into the back pocket of my jeans. I bit down on my lip as he squeezed my ass and started drawing me towards the door of the bar.
“That’s good because you will be seeing a lot of them and you might need their help when the baby comes,” he said, and we walked together. I was glad that I would have help with the baby, given that I was sure that my family would want to have nothing to do with me when they found out. But I still couldn’t get rid of that feeling gnawing at me. That I would never be able to come to terms with the life I had just walked into.
Tank helped me up on his bike and took up his position in front of me.
“Are you taking me back to my place?” I asked him as he accelerated his bike noisily. I clung to him for support, and I could feel his muscles become stiff and taut under his leather jacket.
“Yes, and I want to spend as much time with you as possible,” I heard him say, and despite myself, I smiled as we rode off.
At my apartment, we walked in hand in hand. We were both smiling and talking, and slowly, the more time I spent with him, I started to forget all my anxiety that had filled my mind at the bar.
We ate a late lunch at the kitchen counter, and Tank told me that it was the best home cooked meal he had ever eaten. This time, I didn’t even have to coax him, he decided to open up and tell me a little about his parents. About how violent his father was, how many broken bones he had as a kid, and how his mother wasn’t half the mother she should have been to him. She was more concerned about men than her son who was getting beaten up by his father on a daily basis.
I didn’t blame Tank anymore, for choosing the life he had chosen for himself. I understood now, why he smiled so little, why he kept his distance from people and why this was such a difficult topic for him to talk about. The people that were meant to love him the most as a kid never did, which left him feeling the need to guard himself. I was thankful that he was letting peak behind his strong walls.
I was looking into Tank’s deep hazel eyes, while he leaned over the kitchen counter across from me. We had eaten out of bowls standing up, and I still couldn’t believe how normal and natural it felt to be with him, to have him in my home.
“I’m sorry, Tank,” I said and reached for his hand. Tank allowed me to hold his hand and he took in a deep breath and shook his head.
“I don’t want you to feel sorry for me, Noelle because I stopped feeling sorry for myself a long time ago. Now, I want to make sure that my child has a better life, with better parents. That’s all I care about right now,” he said, and I leaned myself over the counter some more so that our faces were just inches away.
Tank looked into my eyes, reading in them what I was asking for. With his fore finger, he pushed aside a few strands of hair from my forehead and then allowed his hand to trail down my cheek, till he was holding my face in the palm of his hand. To me, it felt like he was also holding my heart in the palm of his hand. The more I looked at him, the more convinced I was that I would follow him anywhere, that none of the things I had seen or heard in the bar mattered; as long as I could have him.
Tank moved an inch, just enough for our lips to graze and we were kissing again. He had grabbed my face with both hands, pulling me and keeping me in position, so that my body was now stretching over the counter as he kissed me. Tank’s tongue forced my lips apart as he explored my mouth and I purred and moaned. He was taking over my body again, making me weak and helpless under his power. Just the kiss, his wild, strong kiss was enough to make me wet, to tighten the knots in my belly.
I reached for his shoulders, wrapping my arms around his neck, and he used his strength to pull me over the counter. I giggled as I settled on the counter, my body stretched along the length, and he kissed me some more, looming over me.
With a swoop of a hand, he had pushed all the dishes and cutlery over the counter, and they fell on the floor with a clatter. I was smiling, but when I looked at him, I saw that his eyes were dark. He was overcome with desire again, and my nipples ached.
Tank stood over me, watching me and then ran a hand down my body. Over my breasts, my belly and my pussy. It was like he was trying to learn the shape of me. His touch was warm and sizzling, sending goosebumps down my spine.
Then, he was undoing my pants. I gasped at the touch of his fingers on my belly as he unzipped my jeans and tugged it down my thighs. He pulled it down over my ankles, and I heard it fall on the floor. It was like I was under examination under his watchful eyes, and if this were anyone else, I would have been embarrassed.
But I had seen the way Tank looked at me, at my body. I knew the kind of power I had on him. So, I liked being watched by him. It thrilled me to have his large rough hands stroke the skin on the insides of my thighs. My body shuddered as his hands traveled up, till he smoothly
caressed the folds of my pussy, through the silk fabric of my panties.
“You are so beautiful, princess,” he grunted, and his hand traveled up to my belly. Now, that my belly was on display in its nakedness, I was showing my pregnancy even more. It was a reminder for Tank and me both, about the baby that was growing inside me. The baby that was ours.
He stroked my stomach, feeling for the shape of my belly and then his hand traveled further up, pulling my blouse along. He lifted it over my breasts and then stopped to stare at them. He gulped, almost like he had started salivating just at the sight of my breasts. Then he pulled my blouse over my head and helped me settle back down on the kitchen counter again.
Everything was happening so slowly. I had never expected him to take it this slow. I assumed that sex with Tank was always going to be wild and rough, and it excited me. Now, as he slowly pulled the straps of my bra down my shoulders, I felt like he treasured me like he admired me and respected my body.
My breasts sprang into view, and his hand flew to my left nipple, gently squeezing and tugging it to attention. I arched my back, thrusting my hips up in the air because my body was on fire. He had already aroused me and pushed me to the edge.
Tank stepped away from me then, to take off his jacket, pull down his jeans and throw away his t-shirt. I wondered if I would ever be able to stop admiring his body. His cock hung large and throbbing between his muscular thighs as he stepped towards me again.
This time, he parted my legs and wedged himself between them.
“Tank…” I breathed his name as I lifted my head slightly to look at what he was doing. He gave me a smile, a crooked half smile and then to my surprise, he was going down on his knees. His face was just inches away from my wet pussy.
I gasped again, at the thought of what he was about to do.
“Oh..God..Tank!” I exclaimed, and he looked up at me again and smiled.
“Just relax, my beautiful,” he said and then his tongue was on my pussy. I gasped and moaned, my body jolting from the reaction, and I felt Tank slowly push his tongue into me. The sensation was new and strange, and I had no idea why it felt so good!
His tongue explored my folds, slowly slipping in and out of my pussy, while his lips teased my throbbing swollen clit. I could hear the smack of his mouth on my pussy as he licked and lapped at my juicy folds. He was sucking on my clit, rubbing and stroking it repeatedly. My body was exploding, he had set me on fire, and I felt like I was going to come any moment.
I screamed out his name, just as my orgasm came crashing down on me. I was gripping the edges of the kitchen counter with my hands as I started coming hard. How had he managed to do this to me with just his tongue? But it wasn’t going to be just his tongue for long. Tank was quick to stand up, and thrust his cock into me, while I was coming.
I moaned loudly, as my body shuddered. In the middle of my already explosive orgasm, Tank was pushing and thrusting himself deep into me. Over and over again, with maniacal speed. His grunts grew louder just as my orgasm started to subside and then he came too. I felt him shoot into me, as he clutched my hips.
He moved like a machine over me, thrusting his cock in and out till he had seeped every last drop of his seed inside me. I was panting, trying to catch a breath while Tank remained sunk inside me. We had come together, he had made me come within minutes. I still couldn’t believe how easy it was for him to make me feel so good.
Tank pulled his cock out of me, and it slid in my sticky juices. He stretched himself over me, encasing my body with his, his face hovering over mine. Tank was smiling again, and that was all I needed; to smile as well.
His hot breath fell on my face as he stared into my eyes. His fingers caressed my cheeks, my lips, my chin.
“I’m falling in love with you, Noelle,” he said, in a hoarse whisper, and even though this wasn’t a surprise for me, a shiver ran down my spine. We were having a child together, we were going to be together…so why was it so shocking that Tank was falling in love with me? Was it because I had never expected a man like him to actually say those words?
“I’m already in love with you, Tank,” I told him, and he kissed the tip of my nose.
“I’m never going to let anything happen to you,” he said, and my heart sank a little. I knew he wouldn’t, I knew he would keep me safe. But at what cost?
21
Tank
Tank
I woke up because my phone was ringing, and I realized that Noelle and I had fallen asleep on her bed. I remembered vaguely, carrying her to her bedroom and we had both crashed down on it, exhausted and happy.
Now she was sleeping on one of my outstretched arms and breathing gently. I reached for my phone on the bedside table and answered Glock’s call.
“Hey man, I’ve gathered the troops for tonight,” he said, and I looked at the clock on Noelle’s wall. It was already eight. We had slept most of the day away, and she still looked like she was too tired to wake up.
“Are we meeting up at the bar?” I asked Glock, referring to the local bar where we knew the Four Skulls met up.
“Yeah, see you there in half an hour,” he told me, and I ended the call.
I stared at Noelle for a few moments, at how peacefully she slept. I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that I was going to be a father in a few months. I was aware of the things I wasn’t supposed to do as a father. These were lessons that my own father had handed down to me, but I wasn’t so sure of how I could be the opposite of him.
Ever since I had found out about Noelle’s pregnancy, I had this feeling of dread in my soul that I wouldn’t know how to be a good father. It scared me to think that I might find out that I was exactly like my own father. I didn’t ready for this. I hadn’t pictured myself as a father anytime soon, but when I saw Noelle, I knew that I wanted it with her.
I wasn’t lying when I had told her that there was nobody else I would rather have had a child with. I knew she would make a good mother to our baby, and I couldn’t wait to start living that life with her. I might have been afraid of myself, but I was sure of Noelle.
I kissed her forehead gently, and her eyelids fluttered.
“Is it morning already?” she asked, in a groggy voice and I kissed her fully on her lips. Then I slid off the bed, and she opened her eyes, staring at me as I started dressing.
“It’s still night. You should go back to sleep,” I told her as I pulled my jeans up my legs.
“Are you going somewhere?” she asked me, and I saw a look of fear in her eyes.
“I have to go and take care of something,” I told her and Noelle seemed to stiffen up. She was worried about something.
“Is it the Four Skulls?” she asked, and I realized that she had been paying attention when we were conducting church.
“Yes, we need to go watch them so we can figure out what they’re up to with the Dragon Knights,” I told her, as I slipped my jacket on.
Noelle said nothing, except stare at me with a worried look on her face.
“I’ll be back soon, princess. You just stay indoors, okay?” I said, and I went over to her side of the bed and pressed my lips to her cheeks. Noelle nodded her head, and I could see that she was trying to force a smile on her face. I knew she was worried for me, and she would take some time to adjust to this new life she had found herself in.
I was about to leave the room when she called out to me, and I stopped in my tracks.
“Promise me you’ll be safe tonight, Tank,” I heard her say, and I turned and nodded at her. This was not a promise I wanted to make. I wasn’t the kind of man who made promises I couldn’t keep, but I was willing to do anything for Noelle, even if it meant being more careful about the choices I made while under attack.
Out of her apartment, I got on my bike and rode towards the bar where I was supposed to meet my brothers. Tonight was supposed to be nothing more than recon. The plan was to watch the Four Skulls and see if we could work out a better attack on them. Glock’s inte
l told us that they were not only helping the Dragon Knights with their weapons trade, but a resurgence of the prostitution ring might be in the works too. We needed to confirm that before we took any action.
I found Glock, Gunner and two other guys from our MC waiting in the dark near the bar where we were supposed to meet. I parked my bike and walked up to them, exchanging thumps on shoulders as greetings.
The bar’s doors were visible, and we could hear the sounds of celebration inside.
“See anything yet?” I asked Gunner, and he shrugged his shoulders and turned back towards the bar again.
“Nobody’s stepped out yet,” Glock told me, and he lit himself a cigarette and passed the pack around among the group.
“What are we looking out for?” Sniper asked me.
“Any signs of a prostitution ring in the works. It would prove that they are working with the DKs to rebuild the flesh trade again,” I told him, and we watched the doors of the bar in silence for a few more minutes.
Gunner was smoking one of Glock’s cigarettes too, and he turned to me, and I saw that he was smiling.
“I’m happy for you man. You’re going to be a father!” he exclaimed. Under any other circumstance, I wouldn’t have felt the need to smile back, but tonight, after having left Noelle sleeping peacefully on her bed, I realized that I couldn’t stop smiling.
“Thanks. I’m a lucky man,” I told him.
We didn’t have to wait long to witness something that we had already suspected. Within twenty minutes of watching from our post in the dark, we saw two Four Skulls leave the bar.
They hadn’t walked out alone but were tugging two girls along with them.
I could sense Gunner stiffening with rage beside me. I knew what he was thinking because I was thinking the same thing. These girls didn’t look the regular groupies that tended to hang around motorcycle gangs. These girls looked upset and defeated that they were being dragged out of the bar. The Four Skulls had forced them to do their bidding.
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