Tank woke up to someone pounding on his door.  He was so hung over, the pounding echoed in his head.  Hell, what had happened last night? He thought and then it all came back to him.  The Vultures, his fear that something had happened to Reagan, and then how he humiliated her for the last time.  Damn, he really needed to talk to her and take it all back.  Groaning, he forced his body to move into a sitting position. Whoever was at his door was adamant and wanted in.

“Go the Fuck Away!” Tank grunted. 

“Get up, Mother Fuck and meet me in Church,” Tuck ordered. “You have five minutes, or I’m coming in there to get your ass.”

Tank knew Tuck wasn’t bluffing.  Shit, he didn’t even have time for a shower.  Grabbing his discarded clothes, he put them on walking toward the door.  What the hell happened now? Shit, had he done more than he remembered last night?  After Reagan left, he let loose more than he had since high school.  Tank was a control freak most day, but last night had been too much, he’d needed to wipe the events of the night from his mind and drinking enough booze helped that process.

This next day shit was his punishment for going against his own rules.  His head was pounding, his mouth tasted like ass, and his stomach was churning. He hoped whatever Tuck had planned wasn’t going to take long because Tank really didn’t know how long he would be able to make it before he puked his guts out.  Shit, he should have known better, done better, but that was the story of his life. 

When Tank finally made it to Church, he was surprised that no one other than Tuck was present.  This shit didn’t happen.  Fuck what had he done last night?

“Listen up, asshole, I let that shit you have been pulling on Reagan go on way too long.  We don’t mistreat the woman of RBMC, puppets, hanger-on’s or Old Ladies, and you, motherfucker, treated Reagan like trash.  I watched you humiliate her over and over again, and that shit is done.”

Tank wanted to say it wasn’t like that, but the truth was it really was like that, he treated Reagan like trash every chance he got.  Tank had this need to punish her, hell, he didn’t even know why he did it most times.  Reagan had always been sweet.  He was just so pissed off at her. He’d let her go so that his taint wouldn’t affect her and what does she do? Come back ten years later to become a Club Whore.  None of it computed in his brain. 

“Listen up, Reagan is gone, you did exactly what you set out to do.  You should be pretty proud of yourself.”

Tank was anything but proud. A part of him wanted to run after her and bring her back, but another more prominent part of him wanted her out there in the real world living her life.  Having everything he couldn’t give her.

“Dude, I don’t know what to say, that shit is for the best.”

“Really, you think so?  Let me tell you a story. Reagan came to me six months ago and asked me to get her sister out of Dodge.”

“What, Lexie, she’s what four? Why? I mean I know the family is shit, but was it really all that bad?”

“Yeah, Lexie. What other sister does she have?  Stop interrupting me, asshole.  So, where was I? Yeah, she asked me to get Lexie out of town and into a good family.  Reagan said she overheard some stuff and was scared for her sister.  It seems her scumbag family decided to sell the little girl.  Anyway, I offer to send her away, too, but Reagan refused, saying she needed to stay in town for a bit longer because she had also heard the same people who wanted Lexie had some shit on your ass.”

“What? What the hell are you talking about Tuck? There isn’t anything anybody could have on me except this club, and we both know that shit is locked up tight. My only other transgression was almost killing George, and that shit was all over the papers.”

“See, that’s what I thought too, but she was able to convince me I needed to wait it out, so she could get the information she needed to, as she put it, free your ass.  She needed a safe place to do whatever the fuck she was doing, so Reagan asked if she could stay at the Club.”

“I didn’t like that either, so I decided that I would make her a Puppet in name only and claim her for myself.  That way she could do what she needed, but also be safe.  Then you decided to fuck that plan up and claim her ass before I could even get the words out.” 

“She wasn’t yours to claim goddamn it, Reagan is mine.  You should have kept your hands off of her.  I claimed the bitch as my puppet and every goddamn day, you were there, calling her into your office.  What’s up with that Brother,” Tank sneered. 

“Shut the fuck up, asshole, she isn’t yours and never has been.  Even if you had a chance, you blew that shit to hell last night.  Plus, I never laid a hand on her; I made her meet with me every day to tell me how she was coming with the information and what else was going on.  Did you ever once look beyond that beautiful face and see the that girl is a genius?”

“Get to your point, Tuck.”

Tank was feeling sicker by the second. Damn, he was an ass.  All those time he thought Reagan was giving it out to Tuck in his office, she wasn’t.  Hell, the things he said to her constantly.  He had been so cruel, telling her if she wanted to be a whore, he would make her one, and all the other things. Damn, he was a Ruthless Bastard through and through.