Page 79 of Allegiance
Gripping the sides of the chair, she demanded, “What do you mean?”
“Just what I said—we’re done.”
“But we’re friends.”
“No, we’re not. We were fuck buddies, and when that ended, we were two people who used to date in high school.”
“You’re dumping me for a food service worker?”
“You got it.”
“Why? I don’t get it.”
“Because I love her.” The words tumbled from his mouth, shocking him as much as they did Quinn, judging from her incredulous look.
Regaining her composure, she settled back against the chair. “You’ve got to be kidding. Didn’t you try the love and marriage thing with Trisha? Remember how well that worked out?”
“Lena’s nothing like Trish. But even if she were, it’s none of your fuckin’ business.”
“You’re letting your dick think for you. She must be a damn good lay.”
Tank stood up. “Get the fuck out of my office.”
Rising slowly to her feet, her nostrils flaring, she pulled back her shoulders and glared.
“You’re nothing but white trash, and you deserve thatbitch. She better enjoy her mediocre bistro while she has it, because when I get done spreading the news about the awful food, she’ll be lucky if she can sell a croissant. Jesus, I don’t know what I ever saw in you.”
“People aren’t going to listen to you. Everyone in your circle knows yourdaddygot his money by crooking, stealing, and bribery. And just because you live in a fancy mansion on the cliffs, doesn’t mean shit. You and your family are nothing but scum. Those people you call friends laugh and talk shit about you and your family. Everyone knows the score. Your dad’s illegal money buys fake loyalty and silence.”
“You’re going to be sorry you spoke to me like that. I hate you, Drew. I really do.” With a dramatic flair that Tank was sure would’ve won her some kind of award in Hollywood, she stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
A few minutes later, he heard screeching tires as her gold Mercedes convertible sped away.
“Good fuckin’ riddance,” he said out loud.
Opening the drawer of his desk, he took out his Glock and a handgun. Before going to the restaurant, he’d slip the handgun in his right boot and secure the Glock in a clip holder. He didn’t trust Cougar one bit. Being an outlaw taught him to always be prepared, and to stifle emotions by approaching any problem with cool detachment. Tank had no doubt in his mind that Cougar would do the same. Afterall, he and Rubbles were outlaws. That night, it would be brother against brother.
Sighing heavily, he turned back to the computer to do some work before it was showtime.
