Tank POV
What Max did in the kitchen was still blowing my mind, as I headed to the office for a powwow.
My guts churned, worried about them putting her in as an enforcer. It, in theory, sounds good, but I am not sure how I would feel seeing my girl get hurt. Would I be able to sit back and watch? I don't think I could.
That was what the men were discussing; they had already made up their minds that she would become one, and as the new VP, her status was raised along with mine. Mind you, she was already high up in their estimation, higher than many patch-member ole ladies. They want to make sure I don't disgrace myself or the patch I've earned; they know my temper, and I admit it, it would be more as a protective reaction. I have been called in to help in a scrimmage more than once, and
