Tank

Killer. Criminal. Sociopath.All of these words have been used to describe me, and for the longest time I believed that that's all I was.I'm the man you call in to clean up your mess, assuming your mess is a guy who needs a bullet to the head. I'm the man the MC calls when they want their dirty work done.I'm the man who doesn't feel.Until now.Until her.Now my mess is a woman who won't save herself. I'll fight like hell to save her, but at what price to the club? And at what cost to me?Warning: TANK contains graphic violence, profanity, drug use, and explicit sexual situations that may be a trigger and cause some readers emotional discomfort. Intended for an 18+ audience only. Not intended for pussies.