Page 10 of Tank

There’s a lot of tooing and froing and speculation and it’s all a little weird and I kinda love it. Apart from the part where I still have no idea who is who. “OK, wait. There’s like, a lot of you here and apart from names I’m going to need a fun fact to remember you all by until we know each other better.” I look around at them all nodding. “I’ll start, I’m Mira, and I write sexy murder books. Oh, and I have a cool collection of gnomes and swords.”

“I’ll need to see those sometime,” Chewy says, stroking Chomper.

“Um, I’m Lovely, and this is Bee,” One of the two sisters says as she waves her baby’s fat little hand at me. “I’m not really that interesting.” She smiles apologetically. What a total sweetheart.

“That is a boldfaced lie!” The one I think is called Ana says. Well, that’s what I think she says.

“Wait, what the heck was that noise!? Do you have an accent?” I exclaim, and point, so she knows I mean her and no one else.

She just smiles and rolls her eyes. “No. You have accents,” she says, waving around at everyone, jostling the very chubby dark-haired baby strapped to her front.

“Look, maybe I should have introduced everyone better before. I just wasn’t sure how in-depth you wanted to get.” Nat shrugs, her black wavy hair bouncing around her shoulders. Why are all these women so hot? And short? “I’m Nat, this is Rosie.” She points to a baby wearing a headband with a giant black bow on her head. “I’m Savage’s Ol Lady. We’re ex Death Riders MC. We transferred here after the Death Riders Pres tried to kidnap Remy.” The blonde woman smiles widely and waves at me. This is good shiitake, I should write this stuff down. For inspiration.

“Do you mind if I take notes? Don’t worry, I won’t use you as characters, just maybe story inspiration,” I ask, brows raised.

“Oh, go ahead. You can even use us as characters, as long as character us gets paired with hot men and stuff,” Remy giggles.

“Maybe two,” Ana crows to a chorus of cackles.

Grinning, I pick up my pencil and notebook and wave Nat on. “OK, Remy is Wire’s Ol Lady and Jovie’s mom.” Nat points to the little girl. “Wire and Remy were childhood pen pals that fell in love. Remy came here from the Death Riders to learn how to hack from Wire, not knowing that he was the pen pal she had been writing for like, 16 years. Anyway, Remy and Jovie were kidnapped…”

“And Wire saved them after tearing the whole world apart?” I ask. I love that kind of storyline. The big bad biker goes mad trying to save his woman, with all his MC brothers at his back.

“Um, no. Remy got Jovie out, she helped us find where they were keeping Remy, and by the time Wire got there Remy had freed herself and captured her kidnapper.”

I turn my wide eyes to the gentle, sweet mom lady in front of me. “Shut the front door!” I whisper as I note that down.

“Next is Ana. She’s originally from New Zealand, came for a holiday, discovered a man in the trunk of a car, saved him and is now best friends with him and his husband. The husband is the Pakhan of the Bartashev Bratva.”

“No way!” I yell in shock as Ana tips her head back and laughs. “You know the Bratva?”

“I work for them. Well, not at the moment, I’m on leave.” She waves to the baby. “This is Junior.”

“Wow. And here I was thinking you were going to be normal boring moms!” I shake my head as they all laugh.

Once they calm down, Nat points to the sisters. “Those two grew up in a religious cult. Blanche got out years ago, but was going back to rescue women wanting to leave. She rescuedLovely and little Bee when their Uncle-husband tried to sell Bee.”

I stare wide-eyed at the dark-haired little girl in the carrier and can feel my blood boiling.

“Don’t worry, Blanche went in and ended the cult. And their Uncle-husband. Oh, it’s probably also good to point out that Blanche has a million kids.”

“Hey!” Blanche says indignantly at the same time the little starey girl says it.

Nat just laughs and waves at her. “That’s Cove. The boy is Elio. The two big ones over there are Niko and Sage. Anyway, Blanche is Chewy’s brother’s Ol Lady. Ana is married to another brother. There’s still one free if you’re a fan of tall, dark and handsome.” Nat says with a grin.

My eyes flick toward the other side of the room to the door where the men are walking through, landing on the quiet, big blonde biker.

“Fair enough,” Ana laughs.

“Last but not least, Chewy is, well Chewy.” Nat says, waving in her direction. The woman gives me a goofy wave.

“So, with that intro, I’m guessing you’re the normal one?”

This causes the women to burst into hysterical laughter. Well, all of them except Chewy, who shrugs at me.

“Chewy is wonderful and intelligent and fun and just a little scary,” another big blonde biker says, coming up to throw his arm around her shoulders.

“This is my bestie Rider,” she says, without looking at him.

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