That hour went quickly. I stood and arched my back, sore from being in the same spot for too long. But when I am in the zone, even a twinge in the back can’t bring me away from what I am doing. After finishing the now cold coffee, I head inside, time for some real food and a hot coffee, before I start the painting.
It was late afternoon, most had already eaten, either a late breakfast or lunch, and the makings for sandwiches were still on the table in the kitchen, along with Tank.
Who was not alone.
I stopped in my tracks and watched.
One of the girls, whom I had thought wasn’t family, was running her hand over Tank’s chest, touching the VP patch he now wore.
“Nice, that makes you even more handsome and desirable.” She purred at him in a sultry voice that made my skin crawl.
He grabbed her hand and threw this away.
“Leave off, I am taken,” Tank growled at her, his voice full of disgust.
“Not given out a ladies’ cut yet, so you are still fair game.” She didn’t give up.
He gave her his back and continued to make a sandwich, but she didn’t give up, wrapping her arms around his back and rubbing her chest against him.
I had had had enough, walked up behind her, grabbed her hair in my hand, pulled her back away from Tank, and threw her across the room, I was surprised at how easy it was to make her fly like that, I thought it would have taken more effort, guess luck was on my side, or I was stronger than I thought.
Her scream when I grabbed her, and the continued loud sobs from where she landed on the kitchen floor, brought others rushing into the kitchen to find out who was murdering whom.
“What’s going on?” The Prez asked as he stepped around the sobbing woman, and looked at Tank and me.
“She threw me on the ground, and it hurts.” Sobbed the woman louder.
“I didn’t ask you.” The Prez spat back, his hands on his hips.
“My woman didn’t take kindly to that tart’s advances on me. I told her I was taken, but refused to take no for an answer, and my woman dealt with it.” Tank answered with pride, pulling me to him and kissing my neck.
That action and work calmed me down. I hadn’t realized how angry I got. Guess I am prepared to fight for what I consider mine. He had shown that he was a one-woman man, and that was enough for me to fight for it, which was all new to me. I had never bothered to fight for a man before. Mind you, the others were cheaters, and I wouldn’t fight for a cheater. Didn’t seem to be any reason, which says a lot for the boyfriends.
“What are you doing in this part of the clubhouse?” The Prez moved from questioning us and set his eyes on the woman on the floor, still sobbing hard. I didn’t hurt her that much. Talk about a wimp.
“I heard that Tank got VP. I came to congratulate him.” She cried out as if she were the one wronged.
“What part of this area is out of bounds, or that Tank was taken, didn’t you get?” He was fuming. I hadn’t seen this side of the Prez before. I had only seen the good side. Mind you, I have never been around him when he needed to yell at someone.
“Sorry, thought the occasion would allow exceptions.” She pulled herself up off the floor once she realized a crowd was forming, and no one was giving her support.
“One month ban, I don’t want to see your scrawny body in this clubhouse for a month, do you hear me? If you breach that order, you will get a lifetime ban,” Bruiser had arrived by then and ordered some noms to drag her sorry arss out of the building and notify the gate; she was banned.
“Tank?” The Prez looked at him, and I have no clue what that question was, but Tank seemed to know.
“Should have seen her, was pure magic, grabbed her by the hair, and threw her, the bytch didn’t see it coming, and to be honest, I had my back to her, and didn’t see Max enter the room.”
“Lucky you said all the right things, Tank, or you might have been on the floor too,” I said in half-jest, but I didn’t get the laugh I was after.
“Come on, that was funny,” I added when no one laughed.
“Think you could have put Tank on the floor?” Bruiser asked, rubbing his chin in thought.
“I have seen what is between his legs; I doubt a good knee there would miss.” I shrugged, as if kneeing Tank in the balls was nothing.
That did get a laugh and cringe at the same time, some of the guys put their hands over the area l was talking about, as if they imagined a knee in that region.
Tank POV
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.