Damn it! Tank thought he had never been more ticked off in his entire life.  The Vultures got into the RBMC, held them at gun point while he and his brothers waited on their knees for whatever was to come.  Their mother fucking knees.  That was bad enough, but hell, it got worse.  Brayden “Tank” Taylor sat at the bar and stewed, drinking shot after shot, fueling his fire.    Reagan had walked away from him when he needed her and that pissed him off even more.  So, he sat, and he drank, waiting for her to make another appearance, he knew that she would.

Tank saw her in the mirror behind the bar when she came down the stairs. Fuck, he was so pissed, but Reagan did it for him.  Even dressed in simple jeans and a t-shirt she outshined the others in the room dressed in next to nothing.  He hated seeing the bruise on her face, wanted to kill who ever placed it there.  Turning around on the barstool Tank stood and faced her.

“Get the fuck over here, Reagan.”

When she put her head down and came to him, it pissed Tank off more.  He was being an ass, nothing new, but hell, didn’t she have any back bone left?  Reagan was the only girl who had ever stood up to him, made him work for it, and now she was becoming just like all the rest and that ticked Tank off.  It also didn’t help that she had just spent hours with Tuck behind closed doors.  She was his goddamn it.  Tank might not have claimed her ass, never would, but she was off limits to every single fucker there except him.  But every time Tuck curled his finger, Reagan came, she should know better. 

Tank didn’t want Tuck touching her he hated the thought of another man’s hand one her body, but there wasn’t shit he could say about it because Tuck was the President of this Club. The bylaws stated he could have anything he wanted, you just had to accept it, or you were out.  The RBMC was his life now, and he didn’t want out, but that shit still didn’t sit right with him.  Tuck was the only brother not honoring his claim, and he couldn’t figure out why. 

When she got close enough, Tank grabbed her arm hard, making her jolt.  For a few seconds, he felt bad and wanted to take it all back, everything he had ever done or said to her, but then Tank thought of the stark, fucking fear he felt when she wasn’t in the room with them when the Vultures put all of them on their knees.  He didn’t know where she was, what they had done to her or were going to do to her.  Those assholes were known for gang raping women and leaving them for dead.  The thoughts that had gone through his mind destroyed what little compassion and humanity he had left at the moment.  Tank hated feeling helpless and out of control. 

“Where the fuck were you?” Tank growled.

“You need to talk to Tuck, Tank.”

“No, I’m talking to you, my fucking property, and I want to hear it from your fucking mouth, not his.”

“Tank.”

Damn if she takes that submissive stance with me one more time I am going to explode. 

“Heard you just had to run out to the store and grab me some fucking jam or some shit.  Isn’t that what you told Addy?  That I was the one that authorized you to go out with a Prospect?  Lied your fucking ass off, didn’t you, Babe?  Well, where is it this jam that was so fucking important? I want it RIGHT FUCKING NOW!”

“Tank…” Well hell, what could she really say? It wasn’t like that? She had lied her ass off to get out of the club.  She should just tell him everything she had been doing all this time.  She finally had the final pieces to keep him safe and away from those people.  But he was so drunk and mean right now, she didn’t really even want to be around him. 

“No response? Go figure.  Hey, Brass man, you keep on talking about quality pussy,” Tank slurred grabbing Reagan between her legs.  “I’m thinking of letting you have a taste mine.”  Tank laughed, waving his free hand around the room, “Hell, I’m thinking of giving you assholes a taste.”

“What do you think, Reagan? Want to become the whore say you are willing to be, spread those legs to prove your loyalty and all that shit?”  Tank whisper yelled in Reagan's ear.

“Brother,” Brass said putting his hand on Tank shoulder, “I think you’ve had enough, leave Rea alone.” 

“No can do, Brother. See, this is what Rea wants. Right, baby? You wanted to be a puppet, let’s see how good you are at it.  Suck off Brass, right here, right now, in front of everyone.  Show the whole Club what a good little whore you are.”

“That’s enough Tank,” Addy said.

“Really, you think so, do you, Addy? Sorry, I disagree. Let me tell you something, Addison,” Tank sneered, “Reagan, here, agreed to be a Puppet, and up until today, I have kept her to myself, but now she is going to service my brother.”

“Quit being an ass and sleep it off, Tank.”

“Oh, shut the hell up, Addy. You’ve been an Old Lady for all of a second.  You don’t get a say in this shit, so you can back the fuck off,” Tank said as he swayed on his feet.

“She might not have a say, Brother, but I fucking do, and you better check yourself because that shit doesn’t fly here.” 

“Fuck you, asshole. Reagan, I said get on your fucking knees, NOW!”

“No.”

“What was that? The little mouse is standing up for herself.”

“I said no, Brayden, I’m not getting on my knees for Brass or anyone, you included.”

“Oh, now she gets a backbone.”

“Fuck you, Tank.”

“No. Fuck you, Reagan. If you don't suck my brothers’ dicks, then get the fuck out, you aren’t needed or wanted here anymore.”

“Shit, man, just stop,” Brass said. 

Tank watched Reagan's eyes fill with tears. Hell, it was better this way, she would be out of the Club and away from the danger that seemed to follow them every fucking where.  He knew she wouldn’t go back to her family, maybe she would leave the damn state this time and stay gone.  Then he could live his life the way it was, never wanting or needed more. 

“No, man either she sucks your dick right fucking now, or she gets the fuck out.  How’s that for bylaws, Whiskey? Isn’t that what it says about Puppets, either they fuck, lick, and suck a brother anywhere anytime and anyway we want, or they leave.”

Tank saw Whiskey’s fist before he felt the pain.  Damn.  He also saw Reagan leaving the room with Addy.  He wanted to take it all back, but this was for the best. She needed to leave, and he was going to put one final nail in the coffin.

“Bambi, get your ass over here and show Reagan how a real Puppet acts.”  Reagan looked back at him, and it almost killed him, but he was on a train that couldn’t be stopped now.  Undoing his belt, he let his pants fall to the floor.  Bambi did what she does best and fell to her knees, stroking Tank until he was nice and hard.  Little did she know that the only reason he could get it up right now was standing across the room.  Once she took his cock into her mouth and started to suck for all she was worth, Reagan left and so did his hard cock.

Tank pushed Bambi away and went to the bar. He didn’t even try to explain or offer her his hand to help get up off the floor.  Fuck, what had he done.  Before he got to the bar, Whiskey got in his face.

“You know, you’re a real asshole.  That woman loves you, would do anything for you and that’s how you treat her, like a whore?  I hope she leaves your ass for good this time. You sprouted all that shit off to me about Addison, but look at yourself,” Whiskey said pushing him away, “you could have everything, and instead, you humiliate and push Rea away every chance you get.”

Tank was still pissed, and he wasn’t about to have a heart to heart with Whiskey, no fucking way, so he did what he did best and did his best to piss the other man off. 

“You might be okay with taking on one piece of ass for the rest of your life, doesn’t mean that shit is for the rest of us.”  Lame, but fuck, he just wanted a drink.

“You think it’s a hardship to have a woman that loves you?” Whiskey laughed. “Fuck man, I feel sorry for your ass. Keep on doing what you are doing.  Fuck all the puppets in sight. When you wake the fuck up and realize you have lost the one woman who can make it all worth it, remember, that shit is on you because you’re the one who pushed her away.  And another thing, you ever talk to my old lady like that again, I’ll do more than punch you in the fucking face, clear?”

Fuck, Tank was still pissed, but he knew that he would apologize to Addy later. As for the shit Whiskey was saying, he couldn’t think about that shit now. Thankful that the brother just walked away, Tank slammed his hand down on the bar. He was going to get rip roaring drunk; then maybe he could forget about this fucking day.