Chapter 47
Tarot
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WE LEFT MY apartment and headed straight for the clubhouse. When we arrived, I was pleased to see everyone was there. Including Tank, Raptor, and a few others from the Iowa chapter. There was also another man with them not wearing a cut.
“This is Jordan,” said Tank, introducing him. “He’s here to help take care of those assholes.”
“I’m here as an advisor and nothing more,” added Jordan, giving Tank a sharp look.
Tank grinned. “Damn, my sister really has your nuts, doesn’t she?”
“I wouldn’t talk,” replied Jordan. “Raina called me earlier. She wanted me to remind you that she’s only loaning yours for the next twenty-four hours, so don’t get them shot off.”
Tank’s smile faltered. “Did she really call you?”
Raptor and Jordan laughed.
Tank turned and winked a
