We load up two bodies in the van. One of them is sedated and the other is dead. We drive back to the motel to pack up and head out of Texas. It’s like a hornets’ nest with the brothers running around and packing up as quickly as possible. Everyone is ready to leave and we hit the road in record time.
Kat rides with me on the back of my bike back to Las Vegas where we stop after a long haul. We have a small ceremony for Jane at an unmarked grave. Kat doesn’t know, but Stryker buried with her any evidence we could gather should it ever need to resurface. Also, a hard drive worth millions of dollars.
I hold Kat’s hand as she says goodbye to her friend and the woman who protected Eli for us. Her questions still haunt me whenever I think of them.
“Tank, how did she die?” Her fingers run over the scabs on my knuckles. I just finished telling her the first half of the story we had kept away from her.
“I gave her mercy, K-Love,” I answer for her honestly.
Her fingers still and she looks up at me, “You had no other option?”
My hand pushes the black silky strands of hair away from her face. “Baby, she would’ve probably never been normal after what she lived through. It was either me or him. I would have saved her if I could’ve.”
Kat wraps her arms around my body and holds on tight. She may never understand or agree with my choice of killing Jane. But some choices aren’t choices at all, and we will stand behind each other no matter what. Trust freely in those who hold your heart.
Maybe later, Stryker will need the money, but, right now, while things are still hot, it’s best not to have that on any of us. He may use it for the club or to frame someone. That hard drive could be worth more than money, but life or death.
Before we tipped off the Cartel leaders where the drugs were stored, Cuervo made a run down to Mexico City and killed the guy, Cervantes, that Kat had blackmailed to work for her.
No loose ends.
Cuervo used his phone and sent a text with the location of the drugs and where he had hidden the money. Or should I say, where Cuervo planted some of the hard drives of cash for the Bosses to find. All is well in Cartel land.
The Bosses had actively looked for Matias until he was reported as shot and burned to nothing in Mexico City. It was Cervantes’ body; Matias is actually tied up in the back of the van, on his way to the mines.
It’s been a long ride back to Reno, and coming home never felt so good. Especially when we reach the mine. I get out and slam the car door shut and stretch, letting the sun heat my face. All is right in the world.
Matias is pulled by his ankles, in his blood-soaked Armani suit, out of the back of the vehicle and onto the ground. Cowboy’s nose scrunches from the stench of him lying in the back of the van for two days straight.
“Cut his clothes off, tie him to that pole and hose him off,” Blade orders and marches inside the mine.
Cowboy groans, “How are we going to do that?”
I scratch my beard because I have to agree, I don’t want to touch the asshole either. After a few supplies are brought out from the building, we cut his pants and shirt off and toss them into a fire pit next to us. Matias doesn’t fight while we remove everything off his body, but as soon as I get his hands tied and connected to the pulley, he screams in pain around the gag in his mouth.
Several large bruises cover his ribs and stomach. Cowboy turns the water on at full power from the utility hose. I spray his ribs first, chuckling as he squirms and screams in pain. I laugh at his discomfort and finish hosing off the little puke, leaving him hanging there to air dry.
Blade steps out from inside the mine and nods at me to take him into the building. When we release the binds that are holding him up, he slumps to the ground, breathing heavily. We pick him up by the arms and help to drag him into the room that was set up for him. He’s shackled to a table by his hands and feet when we hear our next guest arriving.
We go outside only to see a large, disgusting, beastly looking man getting out from the truck that Spider brought him in. We point to the doors and the man smiles and walks into the building. It doesn’t take that fat dirty fucker long to get to business. That piece of shit has a long rap sheet of raping boys and men in prison. A nobody in the grand scheme of things, but here to do a job. Spider offered him money to rape Matias, and, by the sounds of the horrendous screaming and grunting filling the air, it’s more pleasure than a job for this sick fuck.
The four of us sit outside vigilantly for a few hours and some of the shit that is said by that man will haunt me for the rest of my life. We allow him a few rounds before we knock on the door, signaling that he is done. The fat fuck steps out of the building with a smile on his face. “Anytime you boys need help, you give big D a call.” He says this while zipping up his bloody dick.
Spider’s evil gleam doesn’t even wait. He aims his pistol and shoots his brains out. We all take a breath that this disgusting piece of shit isn’t on this earth anymore. We help roll up the body in plastic and Spider hauls him off to an unmarked grave, deep in the hills of Nevada, with Cowboy’s help.
Blade and I walk inside, and I fight the gag that threatens to hit my throat at the condition Matias’ ass was left in afterward. Blood coats the area and his back is scratched so badly, it bleeds in several places. Once Matias sees us, his eyes turn to stone.
“Fuck you. When I get out of here, I am going to kill all of you for years.” With his gag removed and the blood that paints his mouth, it looks like he gave a blowjob, too.
“You think that you and your filthy bikers scare me? Wait, cabrón, until my men come looking for me and find me here. All of you are going to die,” Matias threatens. It could be scary, and it probably was back when he had the full weight of the Cartel behind him.
I shrug at the tied-up man before me, “One. Everyone thinks you’re dead. And two. If they didn’t already, then they would be hunting to kill you themselves after all the drugs and money you stole.” I cluck my tongue at him, “I bet I could sell you for a pretty penny, but I won’t.”
He holds still and realization sinks in, so he tries another tactic. “Katherine is one hot puta, sí? She loves to get fucked rough, doesn’t she? You’re welcome, pendejo. I sent her to get the information I needed on your club. She was my little puta spy.”
Blade stares intently and I shrug as I’m trying to keep my cool. “You are right about that. She is one hot woman. Too bad your insults are bullshit. She’s the one who tore you down. How does that make you feel? Your own wife basically raped you today. The woman you loved and gave all your secrets to. That shit has to burn like a motherfucker.”
Matias’ hands pull at the binds and screams, “Bring that pinche cabrona to me!”
“For what?” I laugh in his face, squatting down to meet him eye to eye. “I’m going home to her. She’s mine, pinche pendejo, you’ll never see her again.”
I take a blow torch, turning it on high, and set his skin on fire. The back of his head becomes bald, missing all the hair now. His screams of agony don’t phase me at all. Turning the torch off, I leave the fucker there for the night, and go home to my woman.
Chapter 25
Kat
To say I am nervous is an understatement. Finally, we got a hold of Fuego and he is on his way back with Eli. That is not what I am nervous about, though.
Tami.
I stare at her from across the room of her house. An empty home, void of love within its walls.
She didn’t answer when I knocked. Tank nudged me from the back, and I glared at him when he shoved me forward through the door.
Tami turns and remains impassive, not happy, not mad and not sad, just nothing. “Hi,” I lamely approach.
Tank bulldozes full speed ahead and picks her up from the chair. “Hey, little T.” His gigantic arms hold her to him, and she breaks with a burst of affection. Cash is asleep in the bassinet next to her where she was reading during his nap.
“I didn’t know if I would see you ag
ain,” she sniffles into his chest.
“Girl, that is offensive. Of course no one will stop the big D.O.G. from coming home.” She actually smiles just a tiny bit for him. That is before she notices me and her smile disappears.
I freeze on the spot because I don’t know how she feels about me, and I am scared of how she will react. Tami lunges for me and, at first, I think that she will wrap her little hands around my throat, but she doesn’t, she wraps her arms around me.
My own limp arms go up and I hug her back and whisper, “I am sorry, Tami. I hate that this happened, just so sorry.”
“Shhhh. Kat, you didn’t kill him,” she chokes on her words.
“You kept Eli alive for me.”
She pulls back and her teary eyes look into my own. “I would do anything for him and you. You are my family.” When I don’t say anything, she continues, “Kat, it is not your fault. You needed help. Stop being responsible for everyone. You have to stop that.” Tami actually teases me even though her eyes betray her sadness and tears that get away.
“She really does, little T. I keep telling her, but goddamn, that woman,” he points right at me, “Never listens to a fuckin thing I say.” Cash starts crying from Tank’s loud boisterous voice, and he bends over to pick up the growing baby. “Hey, tiny T, you missed me, too, didn’t you, little dude?”
Cash calms down when he is held in his arms. “Kat, check out his baby tooth.” Tank holds Cash out with both hands straight in front of him. Tami and I both laugh a little and Tank winks.
I realize right then what I’d missed before. Tank is this funny man because it is his way of coping somedays and wanting to bring happiness to the people he loves. If you looked close enough, you would see the pain in those handsome eyes with tiny sexy wrinkles around them. My Road Dog has many layers and all of them are good.
At first, I was pissed off when Stryker held me captive until it was time to leave. Then, I realized that it was not my place to be involved in their business even if it did involve me, too. Ultimately, their club was saving my life and I needed to learn what being humble and trusting really was.
Tank’s words rang through in my mind, “I will protect you, even from yourself,” and they made sense when I sat across from Stryker and he said, “Let Tank carry that burden for you. Free yourself of that pain.”
Tank knew all along how to handle things and his club. He protected me in Texas and took care of business. He continues to protect me now by saving me from my own doubts with Tami. He is my hero, my Road Dog for life.
We stay at Tami’s for dinner and, even though I am exhausted, I am happy to cook for them, like old times. We watch stupid T.V. until a very tired Tami falls asleep on the couch. I cover her with a blanket and hold my keys in my hands, but it is strange the feeling I have. I am glued to the spot on the floor where I’m standing.
“You can’t leave, can you?” Tank’s warm hands slide around my stomach.
“No, I can’t leave. I feel like I need to make sure she is okay. I know she’s not. She is trying to be brave, but she is really broken in there, Tank.”
His hands leave my waist, but he pulls me along with him to the spare room. He locks the door and stands mere feet away from me. “We will stay here tonight, but I need to feel you right now.”
Slowly, I pull my shirt over my head and beg, “I need to feel you. I need you to make me feel alive without the hurt.” I start removing all of my clothes while he watches and does the same. For the first time in my life, I crave the sweet and the soft. He can only bring this attachment from me this way. Only my Tank can.
Stepping backward to the bed, I never take my eyes off him. Tank continues removing his clothes, and by the time he reaches me at the bed, he is completely naked, with his glorious hard cock ready for me.
I spread my legs even wider for him. His eyes scan my entire body and stare at my pierced clit. “I fucking love your pussy. That diamond marks it as ‘Property of Tank.’” He growls and crouches before me.
I giggle at the possessive sound he makes. He bites the inside of my leg and I laugh out loud at his playfulness. He lays a sweet kiss on my pussy before saying, “Love you, Kit Kat.”
He then goes in for a long lick. “Oh shit, I love you, too, baby.”
He hums and keeps on laving me up until he asks, “You love this, too? My tongue on you making you need more?”
“Fuck yes, I love,” I gasp when he sucks my ring and clit into his mouth, “You.”
Tank doesn’t stop and gives it to me soft, slow and sweet. This has become my favorite, and now I get why. It is so much more than the “O” that you get in the end, it is about connecting with each other. I let him lick and suck me until my back arches and my toes curl while I come from his time well spent on loving me.
Tank crawls up my body and my hands grab his face to bring his lips to mine. Tasting myself on his tongue. I appreciate his lips as much as he did mine before and devour him with my kiss.
My legs wrap around him and he moves until his cock slides in. His low moan vibrates through my chest. This is the single sexiest moment of my life. I hold on tightly with my legs, and my fingers run through his beard, neck and hair.
His thrusts are meaningful with every rock of his hips into me. Each one is meant to show me love and intimacy. I never want it to end, the comfort it brings is addicting. His hand comes up and he caresses my breasts and twists my nipples through his fingers, making my pussy clench around him.
He starts quickening his movements and pounds into me as my orgasm starts closing in. My hands claw into his biceps and hold onto him. I can’t hold off when he pinches my nipples again. We go off together, sharing the orgasm and love between us. His lips find mine and kiss me goodnight before he wraps me up in his arms.
Tank gives me all of him and we find a little peace in each other to face another day together, never apart and never alone.
Chapter 26
Kat
Tank has been gone for a while. I suspect where he went and why, but I don’t want to even know anything more than that. With some things, you reach a point where the details don’t matter. The man I was married to before doesn’t even mean anything to me anymore. Waking up today feels like a dawn to a new life. A fresh start at life with a man who deserves all the happiness that he gives.
Today feels like a thousand pounds have been lifted off my shoulders. Each step through the house feels lighter than the one before. I find the kitchen empty, but a pot of coffee has been made. I grab a cup and fill it before I go in search of Tami and I know exactly where to find her.
She is sitting in a rocking chair on her back patio, with a sleeping Cash in her arms. Next to her is an empty baby bottle and a coffee mug. I take a seat opposite her and look out to the beautiful sunrise. I close my eyes for just a moment. Freedom and victory warm my soul. I made it.
“Are you happy?” Tami tests, startling me from my daydreaming with the little bite to her tone. My eyes pop open and I turn to face her.
“Yes and no. It is a long story. If you want to hear it, I’ll tell you about it. But I do want to hear about you and how you feel.”
She thinks about my words for a moment and then tells me her truth. “I missed you and hated you at the same time for a while. My feelings were so extreme from one moment to the next that I’m glad I had time to think about them for a while before you came back.”
I nod my head because I can’t blame her at all. “Talk to me, Tami, if you need to. I can take it. I want to be here for you.”
She rocks Cash while rubbing his back. He must be close to four months now, and I’m amazed at how much he grew while I was away.
Tami’s eyes start watering. “You know what happened that day, and I would save Eli again if I needed to. It’s that I couldn’t save him. Solo died because of the war the MC had with the Cartel. I was angry at you for leaving Eli with us because, had you not, then Solo would have lived.”
She wipes her tears with Cash�
�s blanket. The guilt swarms around me but I sit and wait her out. I will listen to everything she has to tell me because it is the least I can do for her.
“I was angry at Solo for taking him outside to play because we were on lockdown. Cuervo held me back. What if he let me go and I was able to warn him? Axl didn’t protect him like Solo did him. What if I didn’t go out there to grab Eli, then maybe he wouldn’t have been distracted?”
Tami’s voice falters from the anguish living in her. “Kat, I blamed everyone and myself. But, in the last few months, I realized that it was because I was alone that I was so angry, and I didn’t know how to deal with it. I could be angry at the world and it would never bring him back. The war started a long time ago whether you or the MC wanted it to or not.”
I sit, stunned, wondering if at some point she still may not forgive me and what that would mean for us.
Tami looks out into the yard. “I knew what Solo did for a living when I got involved with him. He then became everything to me, and I forgot those things. We were invincible, had all these plans for a wedding and kids. It wasn’t only Solo that died, it was my future as well. Now I need to live figuring out what my life is going to be like, alone with Cash.”
“I am so very sorry, Tami, that your life changed. You know that, right? I wanted you to have the life I never got, a real second chance at something perfect.”
Tami smiles just a little, not like she used to though. “I know you did. You took good care of me before. While you were gone, Harley stayed here right after, and helped me. She took care of me and Cash. She held me through the grief. She’s been great, but I really missed you, too, I realized. I was angry that you weren’t here.”
My hand reaches out to squeeze hers. “I wanted to be here more than anything, too. I missed you and Cash like crazy and never stopped wondering if you were okay. A part of me was scared to come back. What if you didn’t want to talk to me again?”
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