Page 60 of Tank
“It’s late, and I’m sure you ain’t got any money or anything. I may be a hardass, but I wouldn’t throw a woman out with nothing in the middle of the night.” He scratched his cheek with the back of his thumb, the noise of his nail scraping over his scruff filled the silent space as I waited for him to go on. “Fuck, we’ll just figure this shit out in the morning.”
“Thank you,” I said swallowing down my pride.
“Sure thing, babe.” He gave me a short nod then took off for the door. “Bocca, looks like your sleeping in the hall,” he called out before he rounded the corner out of the room.
Bocca’s shoulders fell as he shook his head. I wasn’t bothered by having a watchdog. I understood it and it wasn’t like I was going to do anything to break what little trust I may have had there.
“Out of curiosity, how many weapons are you carrying?” Bocca asked and an amused smile danced on his lips.
“Just weapons or do you want me to humor you?” I asked raising a brow at him. He let out a laugh as a charming as hell smile split his face.
“Humor me, doll,” he said.
With a shrug, I started with my boot, pulling out a razor blade hidden in a cutout part on the inside part of the heel, right where it met the sole. Setting it down on the bed, I moved on. The inside of my boot had a part of the liner that had been ripped away and tucked inside held a metal pipe no bigger than a pencil that was cut at an angle on one end and sharpened to a point. Tossing that on the bed, I reached behind me with my other hand. Carefully sliding my fingers in between my belt and pants, I pulled out a butterfly knife. It made aclinkthat seemed to echo in the room as I added it to the pile. With a slight smirk and my eyes deadlocked on Bocca, I slid my hand under my shirt and up to the front of my bra. His eyes widened a bit as he tried to keep his gaze on mine. I pulled out my three-inch pocket knife that had been nestled between my breasts.
Axe, as I remembered what Bocca had called him in the basement, made a move to the bed, his curiosity obviously piqued as he picked up the pocket knife, flicked it open, and tested the sharpness of the blade against his thumb. With a slightly impressed nod, he closed it and set it back down.
I continued on as I reached behind me and I pulled out two six inch throwing knives that were tucked in the band of my bra. Next, came my bracelet that had allowed me to free myself from my cuffs and the zip ties. Then I pulled open the thickest bangle I wore, revealing the thin, sharp, curved blade that was hidden inside. Lastly, I pulled out my ponytail and unraveled the braid I had on the side. Pulling the five and a half inch Kubotan that was hidden in the woven hair, I couldn’t help but smirk a bit.
“You got a machete in your cunt, too?” Axe asked, monotone like, but the twitch of his lips gave away his amusement.
“No, but I have a collapsible baton shoved in my ass,” I quipped with a raise of my brow.
Snorting, Axe shook his head and moved to sit down in the chair on the other side of the room.
“Well, I’m fucking impressed, doll,” Bocca said and I’d noticed that he’d taken a few steps closer to the door and away from me.
Bocca and Loch left the room after that with Bocca grumbling under his breath about having to play guard dog. There were still two guys in the room. Axe and the other one I had no idea about. He was covered in tattoos and there was a coldness in his ice blue eyes when he looked at me.
“Angel, come here,” Noah said and like I couldn’t control my body, I went. “These are my best bros. Axe and Diesel.” I turned to Axe.
“Yeah, we’ve met,” I cocked an eyebrow at him.
“Killer,” he said in return in a tone that held no emotion. It was as if he was ordering a beer but again, his face flashed with amusement, almost like he was joking. There was something about him that I couldn’t put my finger on. It was probably because I couldn’t get a read on him. Strangely, I found myself wanting to know more about the man.
I turned my attention to the tatted one before I could delve further into weird territory as far as Axe was concerned. I wasn’t one to ever want to know more about people past a here and now moment. Unless it was for a job and that never went below the surface. Okay, well excluding the whole Noah situation, that was.
“Hey,” Diesel supplied in a short grunt. So, he wasn’t a talker. Yep, I got that right away.
“I don’t suppose you can tell us anything about Savage?” Axe looked me dead in the eyes, asking the question that I was sure everyone else was wondering.
“Sorry, I don’t know any more than what I told you in the basement,” I said as I shook my head once.
Noah slipped his hand into mine and interlaced our fingers. The feelings that flowed through my veins were foreign but familiar at the same time. I felt grounded but also found it peaceful, which was strange for a restless soul like mine. It made my head swim with confusion, something I hated but had found it happening more often lately.
“I got the call from Savage, but he wasn’t the one I met with. I actually hadn’t seen him until that night at the cabin but the man I met with wasn’t there that night.” I gave a description of the guy and they all looked at one another as they nodded like they knew exactly who I was talking about.
Then Axe and Diesel left.
I was about to say something when the door opened again. Bocca walked in with a nicely folded pile of clothes. He shot me a wide smile, winked, then set the clothes down on the edge of the bed.
“This is about as good as I could find around here. There’s a shower in there and anything you might need is in the cabinet next to the door,” Bocca said pointing to a door on the opposite side of the room. “You might want to think about takin’ one too, Tank. You’re smelling a bit not so fresh.”
“Fuck you, brother,” Noah said with laughter in his tone. Bocca barked out a laugh as he made his way back out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
