Tank POV
Fixer was doing great until those photos, and she lost her temper. The guys were stunned to say the least, and waited for her to finish her diatribe.
When Bruiser said for her to leave, I wanted to get up and punch him in the nose and rush out to comfort her. She had to be mad, hurt, and angry at the brutal way she was dismissed. But I had to stay; the look I got from Prez told me he would sort this out after the meeting.
I received a text from Pins, saying a Fixer was upset and that something was happening with her workshop. I couldn't leave or text back, then I received another one from Uncle Simon, they were moving all her gear off this property, and into hers. That answered the question that Pins left me with. My little lady was beyond pissed.
The meeting went on and on,
