Tank was just getting ready to throw another chair when Tuck walked in. 

“See you read it all.”

“You believe this shit?”

“Yeah, man, I do. She has all the information and can back up every word.  Reagan gave it all to me before she left last night.  She wanted you safe. That right there is your ticket, what are you going to do about it?”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do about it, Tuck?  I mean, this shit,” Tank said, indicating the papers on the table, “changes everything.  Everything I thought was true was a fucking lie. How do I live and move on from that? Hell, what the fuck am I even supposed to do with it?”

“Live your life without all this shit hanging over your head, brother, that’s what she wanted, and that’s what she gave you. But brother, that right there, that’s only a small portion. Reagan had more, and man, if you can’t get your head around that shit, this other stuff, fuck man, it’s bad.

“I’m not going to blindside you again man, but hell, I need to bring this shit to church. Your Dad, Potter, and Worthington are part of a trafficking ring right in our backyard.  I knew about Worthington sick obsession, but I thought I’d scared the sick fuck enough for him to stop.  Carrie found information on him years ago, and the RBMC shut him down.  We couldn’t go to the authorities because he had something on Slade, but we watched him, and for years he kept his nose clean.  I never knew about your Dad’s involvement or Potter’s.  From what Reagan witnessed man, you’re not going to like it, but your old man, hell man, there’s video of him raping and killing girls as far back as twenty years.”

“What? No fucking way! I mean, I have a sister.  He never touched Everly.  I would have known. You can’t be serious.”

“Dude, I’m as serious as a fucking heart attack.  Not only that, but the three of them seem to behind the shit with the Vultures.  They’ve been paying them to keep us busy, but Reagan tracked the money trail, and although the payments come directly from them, it only goes out after they receive a hefty deposit from an anonymous wire transfer.  Reagan has tracked it to the Caymans, but hasn’t been able to get any further.” 

“The Vultures, you mean the same motherfuckers who broke through our security and had us all on our knees. Those Vultures?  Tuck, shit, my Dad these other men are all golf club toting Country Clubbers, they wouldn’t be caught dead talking to the likes of anyone in the Vultures.”

“Tank, scum is scum, it doesn’t matter if it is wearing a three-piece suit or thrift store rejects.  As for breaking our security, they had a little help; SlimJim and Flo never came back.  Talon was able to reboot our system and pull up the back footage from the security cameras.  SlimJim left the front gate open and the back door unlocked.  The Vultures came in from the south side of the Clubhouse where the security camera had been directed so it was angled away, making a blind spot.  Best we can figure out, SlimJim had to have done it on his rounds yesterday morning.  Creed was supposed to be with him, but he had bailed because of family emergency. I think Reagan wanting to go to the store was the opening he was waiting for.”  

Tank opened and closed his hands several times, making a fist.  This shit just added to his mood.  Two people they trusted and had vetted had betrayed them in the worst possible way.  For what money? That was bullshit. The Club and Brothers should have meant more to them than that.  How could they have been so blind?

“Have you found them yet?” 

“No, they’re in the wind, but Talon and Jinx are looking. If they can be found, and they will be, we will get retribution from both of them.” 

“Where is she? I need to talk to Reagan.  I can’t believe you let her do this shit. What if they find out and try to get her or damn her sister?  Fuck, man, you said, oh hell, that girl is only four. What the hell did they want? Oh, God, please tell me these fuckers aren’t into little girls.  She’s just a baby, man.”

“I can’t tell you that, I wish I could.  Man, the stuff Reagan found is bad; once we turn it over, Potter and your Dad will be going down.  You need to wrap your head around that.  As for Reagan, she’s gone.  Left this morning, said she had a plan to stay out of sight, and I couldn’t stop her.”

“What do you mean you couldn’t stop her? She’s what, five foot nothing, maybe a hundred fucking pounds?  What the hell, Tuck? They could get her, she’s out there all alone. How could you do that?”

“I said I couldn’t stop her, doesn’t mean I let her go without someone following.  Rea’s a part of RBMC, I won’t turn my back on her.”

“Go get cleaned up. I’ll have one of the Prospect clean up the room. Church in twenty.”

Tank left and went to his room, but before he showered he needed to do something. Picking up his phone, he dialed Reagan’s phone. When she didn’t pick up, he left a voice message.

“Rea call me back, we need to talk.” 

Taking the phone into the bathroom with him, he showered.  Damn it, she hadn’t called him. He called her phone again.

“Rea, this is Brayden. Call me back as soon as you get this message. We need to talk.” That’s how it went for most of the day. 

Tank went to church and listened as Tuck laid it all out on the line for him and his Brothers.  Family secrets he hadn’t even known about were being revealed, and it sickened him, but the only thing he could think about right now was Reagan.  He needed to talk to her, to apologize, to, hell, get her back here where he knew he could keep her safe.  She just needed to pick up the damn phone.

The other thing he wanted to do was go and beat the shit out of his father.  How could he? Why did he? The questions just kept on coming and the answers never reached him.  The man had everything, a good job, more than enough money, a family who loved him.  Shit, he was a pillar in the community.  Tank kept on asking himself, how the hell hadn’t he known?  This shit had been going on for decades, no one is that good at keeping secrets. 

Tank wanted him to pay and to pay dearly. Putting him behind bars was the best way to make that happen.  His old man would never make it in prison. Tank vowed to himself that he would talk to him one last time, with bars and chains between them.  He would ask him why and then he would tell him what he thought of him.  Until that day, he would let this shit fester because if he saw his Dad anytime soon, he didn’t know if he could stop from killing him, but that would be too quick, he needed to suffer, just like those girls.