Page 79 of Tank
“Your eyes are freaky as fuck,” Axe commented, his body leaning closer to mine like he was trying to see inside of my eyeball. He blinked, snapping himself out of his trance, then walked off with purpose in his steps before I had a chance to open my mouth and say something.
“Stay here. You understand me, Angel?” Noah said resting his forehead against mine. I couldn’t lie to him and tell him I’d do whatever he needed me to. But I couldn’t exactly let him know that I had plans. So, I used my lips to distract him. And thank fuck it worked.
As my mouth crashed into his, I forgot everything. I missed him. His mouth. His body. His stupid smile and loud laugh. His ability to look at me and make me melt inside. I felt both protected and territorial with him. For the first time ever in my life, I felt like something that was to be cherished.
“I love you,” I said so low I wondered if I’d even spoke the words.
“I know you fuckin’ do,” he said as he held me tight, his lips right next to my ear, his nose buried in my hair, his arms firmly holding me against his body. “I love you, too.”
Then he was gone, the air around me suddenly making my body feel too cold. I watched his back until the front door closed behind him, all of the men now gone except for three, which I presumed were left behind to watch the club. Two of them I noticed had bright, new prospect patches.
I pulled out my phone, knowing all I had to do was wait a good fifteen minutes to give them a head start. I checked the app to make sure everything was all set, and sure enough, the tracker I had slipped into Noah’s pocket was working.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to get out unnoticed right away, so I asked one of them to show me where Noah’s room was and told them I’d be waiting in there. The guy fell for it too, his footsteps retreated down the hall as soon as the door to the room was closed behind me.
As stealthily as I could, I made my way further into the hall heading for a side door I knew was there.
“Whoa! Who are you?” a woman asked, nearly running into me as she popped out of one of the rooms.
Shit! So much for not getting caught.
My eyes looked down into hers. She was a bit shorter than me but only by a few inches. Her chin jutted out as I took her in. She had a hard side to her and I could respect that. Her eyes were a strange color, and one of them had more green in it than the other.
“Oh! You’reheraren’t you?” a wisp of a voice said from behind the woman in front of me.
I had to lean to the side to see the small girl. Wait, maybe she was older than she appeared. She had a tiny child on her hip that she was bouncing in an attempt to calm it.Her, rather, the child was obviously a girl given that it had a huge pink bow around its head.
“Nadya?” the small woman asked. I had no idea who these people were but I wasn’t one bit happy that they seemed to know about me. “Tank’s girl?”
“Yes,” I supplied, keeping my cool edge and not letting the hardness on my face slip. Though it was difficult because it seemed every time I thought of the big guy all I did was melt inside.
“You came back?” the woman with the baby said as a huge smile all but split her face. “Oh, I’m Ellie. This little one is Fate. And that is Reagan.” She nodded to the woman in front of me.
“Hi,” I said lamely. I vaguely remembered their names coming up in conversations with Noah. I was pretty sure I’d met their men in Tennessee.
“You’re trying to leave, aren’t you?” Reagan asked, a slight hint of amusement playing in her tone.
“Yes, but not for the reason you may think.” I shrugged not knowing what else to do.
I wondered if they were going to let me go, or if I was going to have to fight my way out of this place. I knew one thing, I was going to fucking leave no matter what.
“You have my man’s back and I’ll have yours,” Reagan said pinning me with a stare that communicated her unsaid words. I gave a firm nod, understanding completely and I found myself a little grateful that I’d run into her. “Welcome to the club,” she added before I darted down the hall and out the side door.
I made my way across the compound lot and then through the thick woods to my bike that was hidden on the other side.
“Time to kill some motherfuckers,” I said to the quiet night as I took off for the highway.
