Page 59 of Tank

“So, let me get this straight as we’ve come in late to this. On one hand, you have an ex bunny and this Big D guy trying to frame your men and generally being annoying dipshits,” one of Blanche’s brothers says. I don’t know which one. They all look very similar. If they were book characters they would be three triplet mountain men who are so close that they want their onetrue love to be a woman they all share. Oh, whoops, he’s still talking. Focus Mira! This is about you! “On the other hand, you have this writer lady,” I wave, “and she’s being stalked by a female fan, leaving gifts which range from gnomes to body parts.”

“Yup, that’s about right,” Rider says.

“And yesterday, those two worlds collided when the guy who delivered the livers to the florist was seen at the mall with the dipshits.” Blanche’s other brother finishes off.

Marx nods at their summation and when you put it like that, it sounds less confusing. But only slightly.

“Chewy, your guest say whether he had contact with Whitney or Big D prior to meeting them at the mall yesterday?”

“Nope. Whoever is paying him was their contact. Yesterday was the first day he had met them. They were gonna point out Mira’s new friends and his job was to kidnap one or more of us.”

The thought that this person purposely went to this criminal man, to find out about the MC and then follow me and try to kidnap my new friends makes me feel sick to my stomach. Like what the heck man? What if it wasn’t Chewy and Blanche that he kidnapped? What if it was Lovely? I feel sick. These women are my friends!

“Stop, Mira. It’s not your fault.” Lovely’s hand lands on mine.

Chewy stares at me for a split second, scoffing, “Of course it’s not your fault. It’s your crazy fan’s fault. And you don’t have to feel guilty about the whole kidnapping thing. We got ourselves kidnapped on purpose.”

“You fucking what?” Rhodie growls.

“I did it on purpose. You don’t seriously believe I’d be dumb enough and feeble enough to actually be kidnapped, do you?” Chewy squints at him.

“Well, no. You’re too perfect for that.”

Rider rolls his eyes and pretends to gag.

“You know what I don’t get? Why the hell would a woman send her favorite author gifts and then go so far as to seek information on us when she finds out that Mira is here, and THEN pay someone to kidnap our Ol Ladies? Why would anyone do that? What’s their motive?” Fox says, looking around the room.

We all sit deep in thought, mulling it over.

Finally, Tyson’s deep voice breaks the silence, “She’s in love with you.” All eyes are on him, his blue eyes astute as he thinks through his words. “She sends you gifts, like a secret admirer. She watches you, that’s how she knew you were here. Then you started spending more time at the clubhouse and she needed to know who we are and what you’re doing here.”

“And she goes to Big D to find out,” Wire says, following Tyson’s train of thought.

Tyson nods. “She saw you had people around you, new girlfriends, people who took your attention away from her.”

“She’s jealous,” I whisper.

“She wants you to herself, Doll.” His hand finds mine and squeezes, grounding me, keeping me here with him and not running screaming into the streets ready to pack up all my stuff and head to an undisclosed location.

“What do I do?” I look up at him.

“What dowedo, Mira,” Flack says.

We all look to Marx, who takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders. “Wire, get me Big D’s address. Seems he’s the only one who knows who this woman is.”

Rhodie smiles a hella creepy smile. The kind I write my villains with. “We do owe him a little visit, what with the whole Jimmy thing.”

“That we do brother.”

The men all look at each other, the MC men somehow using their eyeballs to communicate with the Tombs and Landrys who all nod at the same time. It’s impressive AND creepy.

“Chewy, I may need your skills, if it’s alright with your Ol Man.” Marx eyes up his blood brother.

“Oh if you say yes we can do butt stuff when we get back,” Chewy says, loudly. In front of everyone.

Rhodie’s eyes light up for a moment then narrow,. “Yours or mine?”

Chewy shrugs, “Depends where the wind takes us.”

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