“Play something for me.’ One of the guys nearby heard us talking and reached for the guitar, then handed it to me. I climbed off Tank’s lap and sat on a stool. I strummed the guitar a few times, as I thought about what to sing..
I loved Guns N Roses, so I sang one of their songs, “Sweet Child O’ Mine.” At first, everyone just stared at me, then, when one guy joined in on the drums, the whole room soon was singing, dancing, or just clapping along.
Guess I picked the right song.
The guy who owned the guitar stood nearby and waited till I finished the song, before taking his guitar back.
“You made this old thing sing like I hadn’t heard it be played like that in years.” I had no idea what he meant by that, but I thanked him anyway. To me, he played well, and I was rusty, but it was nice to play again. I don’t know what happened to Grandpa’s guitar; it might still be at Dad’s house, though I wasn’t going to hunt it down. They were dead to me, so anything they still had of mine or my grandparents was lost.
The night wore on, and I started to yawn. I could see Tank wanted to stay longer, but I needed sleep.
“I am going to bed; you stay and enjoy the festivities.”
He hesitated, looking at the guys and the fun, because this was his night to celebrate and was the center of attention.
‘You don’t mind?” He asked, still unsure.
“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I did, just don’t come to bed smelling of another woman, because that would just piss me off.” I joked. The look on his face was priceless.
“I would never cheat.” He sounded wounded, but give a guy enough booze, and they belongs to anyone. I don’t blame a woman for trying to jump his bones, but Tank would have to be the one to accept the attention or send the woman away. This was my trust issue, my doubts, believing all men give in when given the right temptation.
Was mine, but what can I say, guys are guys, and my track record with keeping them interested and not cheating was so far zero. I hadn’t expected that to change any time so I gave him one last kiss and said goodnight to those at our table, then left.
Upstairs, you could feel the beat of the music downstairs, but it was not too invasive to stop me from falling asleep fairly quickly.
Tank POV
The patch was priceless. It’s hard to explain the emotions and pride I have for receiving such an honor.
I held it reverently in my hand, emotions building inside.
What this patch represents was higher than any goal I had set for myself. I am worried I won’t be able to live up to the patch. But will give it my all.
The best part tonight, on top of the recognition and new responsibility, was Max.
I called her out, to me, and the blush that ran up her slender neck and into her cheeks made me smile. On the inside, I had to look serious on the outside. I stood, staring into her eyes, lost for a moment on how to approach this. Asking didn’t seem enough to convince her, and standing before most of our patch members, refusal was not an option I could handle right now. I am on too high a high.
Then I did the only thing that came to mind, as she licked her lips, as if they were dry, and that was to kiss her.
So I did.
Long and hard, giving her my all, showing her what I thought a kiss should feel like, as I kissed her, all thoughts of where I was went out the window. I hadn’t ever kissed a girl like this before, not with all this passion, and in a way, desperation. I never wanted something as much as I wanted her approval right then, and that was saying a lot.
Max said Yes!
yes.
The gang will see her as mine, give her the respect that she deserves, not that they hadn’t already, her status was already high, because of her association with us for a few years, had proven to be part of the crew, but this, and with me now VP, she will be almost on the same level as Sticks, doubt she realized just how high that will place her in the pecking order of our gang among the woman and children that is.
Watching her leave for bed, I wanted to go with her, but at the same time, I didn’t like the night to be over yet. I understood she had put in a lot of work today, and this was a huge surprise.
I am running on adrenaline, and would hang out a bit longer.
The drinks kept flowing, and I drank more than I usually do. My brother helped me upstairs to my bedroom, through the open door, and literally threw me on the bed, removing my shoes.
“Big night for you, bro. You deserve it, and what a catch! I admit I am jealous. Tomorrow, I will take the spare room since you don’t need to move. That will fill all the larger rooms for now. Take care, bro.” He left me on the bed, still dressed, and I was too drunk to get up and remove my jeans.
My throbbing head woke me, the sun blaring through the window; neither of us closed the curtains.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.