Page 87 of Allegiance
“Don’t go,” he said in a low voice.
“Why? It’s cool.”
“We don’t know that?”
“What does that mean?”
“It could be one of the fuckers, that’s what.”
The muscles in her face went slack. “Oh,” she said.
Tank struggled for a second then pushed up from the chair and went over the drawers. “Where are the knives?” he asked glancing over his shoulder at her.
“In the top drawer to the left of the sink,” she answered weakly.
He took out a straight edged one then turned. “You stay here.” With knife in hand, he walked slowly toward the front door, wishing he had his gun on him.
Another knock hit the wooden door.
Tank look through the peephole and saw Raptor standing there with one hand flat against the stucco wall. He threw open the door and held up the knife.
He laughed. “You almost had this in your gut.”
Raptor looked at Tank’s cane and healing face and shook his head. “Nah, I could’ve flatten you out with one hand.”
“Fuck that.” He moved aside as the president entered the house.
“What took you so long? I thought some shit was going on inside.” He pulled out his Glock. “I was ready to come in shooting.”
Tank pointed to the cane. “This is a pain in the ass to walk with, but for now, it helps me to get around. Let’s go in the kitchen.”
“It’s been a while since I’ve been here,” Raptor said.
“Me too. Hell, I didn’t even know where the hell I was when I woke up.”
Lena had cleared the plates and was by a sink filled with soapy water. She looked and Raptor and smiled.
“Hi. I’m Lena.” She wiped her wet hands on a dish towel and started to come toward the biker.
“Hi.” Raptor turned to Tank. “We need to talk.”
“Lena, go take a walk on the beach or hang on the patio.”
“But I’m washing the dishes.”
“That can wait.” He caught her gaze and fixed it there, hoping she’d catch on.
Nodding, Lena put the dish towel down on the counter. “Okay.”
Raptor waited until she walked outside before settling down on the kitchen chair. “You look good, considering the beating you got. Your woman’s taking good care of you.”
“Yeah. How are the fuckers?”
“Demon needed stitches. The blade your woman stuck into him didn’t cause too much damage. Rubble’s got some issues going on with his head, Fire’s okay, but Cougar’s fucked up. You hit him damn hard in the head.”
“What’s the club saying?”
“About you crossing the fuckin’ line?”
