Tank's Property(40)

She’s mine, and no one, nothing, will take her from me.

It felt good to hold her and not worry about if she was going to leave, to not have to worry if someone would take her from him. He continued to smooth his hands over her back, loved that their fucking had her working up a sweat, and closed his eyes.

“I love you, Bunny. I’ve always loved you,” he whispered against her hair.

“And I love you, too. I’m happy we can finally start our life together, Tank.”

Yeah, this was what happiness felt like, and he’d never fucking let that go.





Epilogue



Wrath took another drink of whiskey, felt his drunkenness and high climb a little higher, and held his hand out for the joint to be passed to him. It had been months since that motherfucker Spike and his right hand man had taken him down, had hurt Lila, tried to kill her, and it was Wrath’s entire fucking fault.

He took the joint, brought the end to his mouth, and inhaled deeply. He rested back against the ratty as shit chair he was in, looked around at the druggies and junkies all getting high and wasted, and realized he was one sorry as shit motherfucker. Closing his eyes it was Lila he pictured, that he thought about. She was the only person who filled his head constantly, the only women he’d ever wanted as fully his.

And here you are getting high, trying to forget about all the shit you fucked up.

Finishing off the whiskey, he tossed the empty bottle aside and heard it crash to the floor. How could he face Lila, tell her what she meant to him, when he was falling so far down a black hole he couldn’t even see the light anymore? He’d been born and raised the fucking worthless beast he was now, had worked his way up to having his own empire, killed, maimed, and stole to make his life what it was today.

And look at you now.

She deserves so much more than an asshole like you.

She’d laugh at him, fucking look at the state in which he was in now, and tell him she didn’t need that deadbeat shit in her life anymore. She’d gotten rid of one bastard, and he was just another one.

But he didn’t want to walk away from her, and he didn’t know if he could ever be good for her. As it was he was a demon in a human’s body, and he didn’t feel like fucking changing.

****

Tank couldn’t help but smile. He had his MC, his sister and niece, and the woman he loved all in one place, safe, protected. The gathering at the clubhouse was something to help get things back in the right direction, to make everyone whole again. With Bunny healed, Lila putting Spike and the past behind her, and Faye growing big and strong, Tank felt pretty fucking good. But there was also the good news that the Patches and prospects who’d gotten hurt when Spike raided them were already on the mend. Tank couldn’t help but feel like his heart was full. Life always seemed to throw them a curve ball, but they always came out on top because they had each other.

He glanced to the side and saw Ruin sitting by Dotty. She was a tough cookie, though, having dealt with all that Spike shit, and it was clear the two were getting along. Tank could see on Ruin’s face the hardened biker might be falling for Dotty.

The sound of Faye giggling had him looking over at his niece. Now several months old, her personality was really shining through. She looked just like Lila, and that had him smiling even more. Bunny came up to him with two cans in hand, a soda for her and a beer for him. He knew she didn’t drink because of her father and what he’d do to her when he was drunk, and despite him saying he’d quit all alcohol for her, she told him to live his life the way he wanted. She was understanding and compassionate, and he was glad she was back in his life again.

Grabbing the cans out of her hands, he set them on the table and reached out to hold her around her waist. Tank pulled Bunny down on his lap, cupped her cheek, and kissed her soundly, deeply, and with all the love he had for her. She was his, and fuck anyone that thought differently.

“What was that for?” she asked after their mouths parted. Her lips were red, slightly glossy, and she was breathing a little harder.

“Do I need a reason to kiss the woman I love?”

She grinned and shook her head. “No. Never.”

“Good, because I’m going to be doing a lot more than that later tonight.”

She started laughing, wrapped her arms around his neck, and was the one to kiss him now. Yeah, this was what living meant, and damn did it feel fucking incredible.



The End