Tank POV
Best sleep ever, I woke early, feeling refreshed, and better than ever.
My little lady took me to a place I didn't think I would ever reach again by a woman, and she proved that she was the goddess I believe she was.
I slipped out of bed and took the phone call that had woken me, glad that she hadn't woken.
"Office, an hour," Bruiser barked over the phone, not even a greeting. I groaned.
It never stops.
Being a VP ain't what it cracked up to be.
I want time with my woman, but I have to have the club come first. Never before had that been an issue; now I have more new stuff to learn. How to divide my time between my woman and my gang. Give her what she needs, what I need, and do the job for the club.
How does Prez do it?
I crept as quietly as I could, which was pretty g
