Page 131 of Rags's Awakening
“Do you want me to fix you something to eat?” Melanie asked, her nails trailing down his forearm.
Rags glanced at her and shook his head. “Thanks, but I already ate.”
“You haven’t been around much,” she said, pressing against him.
Rags stepped back. “Been busy. How’ve you been?”
Melanie lifted one shoulder. “Same as always ’cept I’ve been missing you.”
“I’ve been keeping you busy,” Tank said, swatting her behind.
She squealed, then laughed. “You sure have, and I’m not complaining.”
“Why don’t you fix me one of your kickass breakfast burritos with extra chorizo and potatoes, sweetie?” Tank said.
A smile lit up Melanie’s face. “Will do.” She turned away and strutted toward the kitchen.
“Damn. I love the way her hips move,” Tank said, eyes following her.
“Me too,” Puck murmured.
“Damn fine.” Tank glanced at Rags. “And where the hell did you disappear to last night?”
“I had something come up,” Rags replied.
Tank’s expression sobered. “Everything okay with your family?”
Rags nodded. “Yeah. It wasn’t that. So, I heard you were having a good time plowing.”
Tank guffawed. “It kicked ass. Count me in for the next round.”
“I will,” Rags said, clapping a hand on Tank’s shoulder. “I gotta see Banger.”
Rags headed toward the president’s office hoping Banger would accommodate his request.
“Come in,” Banger’s voice boomed.
“Hey,” Rags said, closing the door behind him. “How’s Belle?”
“Damn fine.” Banger smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling.
“That’s good.” Rags slid into the leather chair.
“What can I do for you?” Banger leaned back.
Rags shifted. “I wanna borrow one of the prospects for a few days.”
Banger straightened. “Borrow? For club business?”
“No.” He met his stare. “Personal.”
Banger’s brow creased. “Like what?”
“Protection until I get things set up.”
“For who?”
“My woman.”
