Page 75 of Allegiance
The rest of church was a blur, since Tank’s mind was only on Lena.I’m not gonna let them take another dime from her. I’m putting a stop to it.And the way Cougar had gone on about the sexy restaurant owner, he knew it was only a matter of time before the slimebag tried something with her. That thought caused a white-hot burn deep in the pit of his stomach.
The gavel hitting the table brought Tank back to the moment. Metal chairs scraping against the floor, footsteps shuffling, and voices murmuring bounced off the concrete walls as the members filed out of the room.
“You gonna stay for a beer?” Maniac asked.
Tank nodded. “Yeah. Church blew.”
“Don’t get me started.”
They walked into the main area and went over to the bar. The prospect had two bottles of craft beer on the counter in a flash. Tank picked his up and took a deep swallow.
“Was Cougar talking out of his ass about the restaurant owner?” Maniac asked, bringing the bottle to his lips.
“He’s an asshole.” Tank put a foot on the rail and leaned against the bar top.
“So there’s nothing? I mean, you’ve been scarce around here, and a no-go with the club girls. That’s not like you.”
“My mom’s sick.”
“She was sick a few months ago.”
Cougar sauntered over to the bar with a club girl in tow. Picking up a shot of Jack, he threw it back, then kissed the girl while rubbing against her.
The anger burning through Tank during church hadn’t dissipated. He drained his beer and put it on the counter.
“I’ll be back,” he told Maniac. “There’s something I gotta do.”
Tank walked over to Cougar and pulled him away from the startled woman.
“What the—”
Cutting off Cougar’s sentence, Tank’s balled fist collided with his jaw, knocking his head back like a willow caught in the wind.
He stumbled backward, grabbing his jaw. “What the fuck?” he yelled as he regained his balance. “You goddamn asshole.” A vicious ferocity radiated through Cougar’s dark eyes. He lunged forward and connected a quick jab to Tank’s jaw before battering him with both fists. Tank shoved him away, smashed a left to Cougar’s head, and then a right. As Cougar tried to evade the next punch, Tank jumped, spun around, and kicked him in the side of his head. Cougar collapsed to the floor.
From the corner of his eye, Tank saw the members gathering. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and took the shot of bourbon Ice handed him.
The club girl knelt down beside Cougar and wiped his bloody face with a damp washcloth.
“Oh, baby,” she cooed.
Ice laughed. “Molly better look for another member to have fun with tonight.”
Tank downed the drink, wincing as the bit of alcohol came in contact with his split lip.
Maniac gripped Tank’s shoulder. “Yeah, you got something going with the restaurant chick.” That made Tank laugh. “But the SOB’s had it coming for a while. You gotta show me how to do that kick.”
“Twenty-one years of Taekwondo will do it. I’ve shown you some of the beginning moves before.”
“I keep forgetting to use them. I’m better with my fists.”
“What the fuck happened?” Hammer growled as he marched toward Tank and his friends.
None of the brothers said a word.
Hammer looked at Molly. “What happened?”
She darted her eyes back and forth from the members to Tank, her brows knitted in a frown.
