Free Tank's Redemption: Red Devils M.C. (Red Devils MC Book 4) by Michelle Woods

again, probably realizing that talking about that scene Tank had just orchestrated was upsetting her. She sighed, and chimed in on foods they were planning for the party.
     
     
    Tank walked into Trick’s office wearing a smug smile. She was going to be shocked when she realized that he owned her already. He knew it in his bones. She was his, and she wasn’t going to like it. He could tell she was one of those women who felt like she couldn’t be tamed by anyone or anything. But he knew that wasn’t the case. She was his now.
    Trick slammed his phone down on the desk, grumbling. “Stupid old bastard!”
    “Duck?” Tank questioned.
    “No, my soon to be father in law. The girls want to have the bachelorette party at Wink’s , but if Sal’s not at the bar. And he refuses to allow it. If he doesn’t agree then they’re insisting that they are having it at Fancy’s.” Trick complained, running his hand through his hair.
    “The hell they are!” Tank roared, glaring at Trick. No way in hell was he allowing Annie anywhere near Titus with the Jackal’s new puppets moving in that area.
    “Exactly, but that old man is as stubborn as his daughter.” Trick sighed, banging on the desk.
    “I think if Bone asked he’d agree.” Tank said suddenly.
    “Do you think he will ask for me?”
    “Duh, Molly will be at this party, and we both know he’s over the top crazy when it comes to protecting her.” Tank grinned, glad they’d gotten that settled.
    “Shit, you’re right! Why the hell didn’t I think of that?” Trick asked, looking a little put out at his own lack of intelligence.
    “Don’t know, mayb e your just an idiot.” Tank ducked as the stapler flew at his head. “Hey, no need to get violent, we can’t all be brilliant.”
    “Bastard.”

Chapter 8
     
     
    Annie clung to Tank an hour later, trying to figure out how in the hell she’d ended up on his bike. They were headed to Tammy’s to get dinner before they went home, and she still didn’t know how the hell she’d ended up climbing on this huge Harley. She’d been adamantly opposed. She’d told him that she wasn’t getting on this bike for all the credits in the world when he’d grabbed her and kissed her senseless, again. The man must think that all he had to do was kiss her to solve any argument in his favor. Annie couldn’t honestly say that it didn’t work. Every time the man kissed her, her brain seemed to melt, and she was doing whatever he wanted her to do.
    He’d smiled smugly , as he’d urged her onto the back of his bike. He told her they just needed to grab a bite to eat before they headed home. Huh, she really needed to get her who-ha under control. Maybe she was hornier than she realized. It had been almost eight months since she’d had sex after all. That had to be the problem. Maybe if she just let him do her, she’d be able to resist his spine melting kisses.
    And he’d called it home, as in her home. Not that she’d mind having a house like his, she liked the layout, and the man had a huge yard. It would be perfect for a garden and she liked Katie and it seemed like a nice enough place. Most of the women weren’t bitches, which was nice. That was food for thought, only she wasn’t becoming his property. She might like to stick around for a little while, though.
    As they pulled in and Tank knocked down the kick stand, she got off the bike, holding onto his shoulders as she did. He waited until she was off then followed her inside the diner. Holding the door for her to enter. She was still surprised by this, men in her experience rarely did that for her. It was kinda nice.
    Tank wanted to laugh , after he’d kissed her she’d been dazed, and she’d stopped arguing with him. It was funny. He held the door for her, allowing her to enter before him.  They walked in and Tank wanted to walk right back out again. Damn it, why did that old geezer have to be here? He really didn’t want to deal with that bastard