Page 54 of Tank
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Tank
“Oh. Motherfucker!” I roared as I came to. There was a burning pain along my side and I wrapped my hand around the hot flesh. Under my fingers, I could feel stitches. Fuck. I’d been shot, I barely remembered it but I knew then it for sure wasn’t a dream.
“Easy there, Tank,” Diesel’s voice echoed in my ears.
“The fuck happened to me?” I grumbled low.
“Was kinda hopin’ you could tell me,” Loch said as I opened my eyes.
I was in a room with a standard hospital bed in the middle. It reminded me of the medical room back home, only it was a little different. I knew I wasn’t in a damn hospital, thank fuck. I had seen enough of the inside of one of those for a lifetime. If I had to guess, I would have said I was in one of the other chapter’s clubhouses. Gray Fort was the closest to the cabin, so I assumed I was there.
I looked around and took in the familiar faces that surrounded me. Diesel sat in a chair on the corner, dark circles under his eyes and worry lines etched deep into his forehead. Loch, Axe, and Bocca stood in the doorway like they’d just walked in.
“How long have I been out?” I asked as my mind tried to play catch up.
“About twelve hours,” Diesel said, his eyes flickering over to the other three.
Something was going on. I got that I’d been shot, but it felt like there was something more.
Dya.Her name hit me like an arrow through the heart.
“Where is she?!” I growled like a pissed off animal.
I remembered the cabin. I remembered Savage. I fucking remembered all the things he said he was going to do. Then, I was being dragged to my truck by Dya and someone I hadn’t had the first clue about, but she seemed familiar with the guy. She fucking got us out of there. She must have figured out where to take me, though I wasn’t sure how and I wasn’t really in the mood to care. There was only one thing that was going through my head, I had to know if she was okay.
And no, I didn’t forget all the things that Savage had said. I fucking remembered her confession after he told her truth. I couldn’t believe it at the time but the look in her eyes held so much emotion. I knew right then that she was never going to kill me. That even though she had taken the job with intentions to go through with it, that she never would have. She felt whatever the fuck was between us. And my guess, the day I walked into that bar she began to waver on what she would do. No, I knew everything and I still wanted—no needed—to see her.
I didn’t miss the unsure look that passed between Bocca, Loch, and Axe but I had no idea what it meant.
“Where is she?” I repeated and tried to sit up. My side screamed at me but I didn’t care, I had to get to her. What if she’d already left? What if I never saw her again? I couldn’t bear the thought of that. “Where is Dya?”
“If you meanNadya, then she’s in the basement,” Loch said after he cleared his throat.
In the fucking basement. I knew what happened in the basement and it wasn’t ever good. My eyes snapped to Axe.
“Since when do we hurt women?” I barked, an angry fire raging through my blood. If he hurt her, I was contemplating killing him with my bare hands.
“Fuck you,” he said in a tone that might have been joking, or deadly, it was so hard to tell. “I’ve never laid a hand on a woman without her permission and I wouldn’t fucking start now.”
“I need to see her,” I said as I started to move off the bed. Damn my side hurt like a fucking bitch.
“Sit back, brother. Listen to what we have to say and then you can see her if you want,” Loch said, taking a step closer to me. I had a pretty good idea when he was going to tell me and I wondered how it was that he knew.
“She was—” He started but I was in no mood, so I cut him off.
“Hired by fuckin’ Savage. I know. I know it all.” I said with a heavy sigh as I tried to calm myself down.
I knew if I tried to get up and walk out of that room in search of her, I’d have to go through them. Normally, that wouldn’t have been a problem but considering I was having an issue even getting out of bed, I knew I wouldn’t get very far.
Then it hit me.
“You left her in one of those cells, didn’t you?” I asked, smirking slightly.
“Yeah, made her as comfortable as can be. Handcuffed her in front,” Lock said eyeing me.
“And she didn’t escape?” I wanted to laugh.
