Tank's Property(29)

The man had his back to Tank as he sat at the bar. He didn’t have a glass in front of him, but instead had the entire bottle he was drinking straight out of. But as if Wrath knew Tank was looking at him, the big fucker turned in his chair and focused on him. And then the grin Wrath gave him had Tank chuckling. He made his way toward Wrath, the man already out of his chair. The two clapped each other on the back.

“Man, you look good, fucker,” Wrath said, sitting back down on the chair and grinning. Even though it was clear the man was happy and smiling, Wrath was still a scary bastard.

“You look the same but not,” Tank said, noticing the difference in Wrath. It was the truth. Wrath was bigger, and even though he had been pretty hardcore back in the day, no he looked like he was heavy into some shit Tank steered away from, and that was saying something since Tank did some pretty fucked up things.

“We got someplace personal to talk?” Wrath asked, his expression turning more serious.

“Yeah, come on.” Tank led Wrath to the meeting room that was currently empty. Once the door was shut and they were sitting across from each other, Wrath still holding the bottle of whiskey, Tank started to speak. “Thanks for coming out here and helping out with this shit.”

Wrath nodded. “For you and Lila, and anyone you guys held close, I’d fuck some assholes up until they are beyond recognizable.” He grinned. It wasn’t pleasant, but more of an expression that showed he was anxious to deliver some hurt.

“Thanks again for coming out. I didn’t know how shit would go down since it’s been a long time since we saw each other.”

Wrath leaned back in his seat, the leather creaking from his weight. “Time doesn’t mean shit, man, not when family is concerned. And you are all like family to me.”

Tank couldn’t agree more. He’d already filled in Wrath about everything going on with Spike, but he hadn’t told him about the plans since they were just made and everything was set in motion. “We’re heading out tomorrow morning to Thorne to scope things out before we make the move.”

“The fuckers are there now?”

Tank scrubbed a hand over his face. “They left their place, and the man we had watching over shit lost their trail.”

“Fuck.”

Tank nodded.

“So do you know if they are coming for Lila?”

Tank shook his head. “I mean we don’t have definite proof, aside from what Lila says, but I believe her. She wouldn’t have come to me if things weren’t bad. I also have Bunny at the clubhouse, so if that asshole wants to go after her he’ll have to come here to do it.”

Wrath sat up straighter, and Tank knew it was because of the mention of Lila. He knew the man had it bad for Lila, but for whatever reason they’d never hooked up. Lila may act like Wrath was too “scary” and too “hardcore”, but the truth was he saw the flicker of emotion on Lila’s face whenever Wrath had been around, or when the other man’s name had been mentioned. But he had never pressed her about it, and had never questioned Wrath about being with Lila. Neither had said anything, so it wasn’t going to be looked at any further, not on his end anyway. And besides, now that Lila was dealing with this, and had a newborn, she had a lot of bigger shit to worry about than feelings for someone they used to know.

But look at the intensity on Wrath’s face. He hasn’t forgotten about Lila in the slightest.

“How is Lila doing?” Wrath’s voice was tight, hard.

“As well as she can be doing, I guess. She’s trying to focus on the baby and not that sperm donating fucker.”

Wrath’s jaw was clenched, and Tank saw the way his hands were in tight fists on top of the table. Obviously talking about Lila, even after all this time, still got under his skin. But right now they needed to keep their heads about what was going down, and not about what they wanted. Hell, Tank was in the same boat thinking about Bunny and what he wanted with her.

“The baby is okay?” Wrath asked, and Tank had to give the man credit for being decent. Tank knew a few fuckers that wouldn’t have wanted to deal with a woman that had a baby with someone else, but Wrath was concerned about Faye and Lila, and he knew the man would do anything for them. It was written clearly on his face.

“She’s good, gorgeous, too. She looks just like Lila.”

Wrath smiled, but it was just a lift of the corner of his mouth. “I’m glad they’re safe.” Wrath leaned forward, his face now taking a serious expression. “So, straight to business. How the hell is this going down?”

****

“That’s their clubhouse?” one of Spike’s men said from beside him. Spike inhaled from his cigarette, focused on the building, and thought about all the shit he was going to do to the people inside. He inhaled once more before tossing the butt aside when he was finished.