Tank POV
What Max did in the kitchen was still blowing my mind, as I headed to the office for a pow wow.
My guts were churning, worried about them putting her as a bouncer. 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?
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 old 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, more as a protective reaction. I have been called in to help in a scrimmage more than once, and my size makes most men back off.
