Tank POV
The ride started okay. Prez wanted us at the back in case of another breakdown, hoping that if there was, Max could do a quick repair or something. I feel they are expecting too much from her. But she dived in without being asked, when Dags limped in, and I think she would be happy to help out where she could.
Then the call came.
"Tank, get home. The Jones gang has members in force arriving at the gate; they look like they are out for blood. Bruiser and I can't go, not with our ladies on board, can't take a pregnant woman into battle, no room in the van to transfer them over. The members will need your guidance. Being that you're the VP, they will listen and take your orders." Prez's urgent voice came over the speaker.
I didn't hesitate; my home was under attack. I took off; i
