Chapter 63: Ours

You’re ours, little girl. And we’re yours. – Cade

Tank was leaning against the wall watching Absalom take his shot. He missed his pocket and cursed under his breath. Tank only had one ball left, the game was pretty much over.

Tank knew it.

Absalom knew it.

One was going to be twenty dollars richer. Absalom could only hope to win it back on the next game.

Grinning, Tank pushed off from the wall and went to the table to line up the shot. The door opened and he glanced up.

The vision that walked through the door had him losing control of the stick in his hand. He scratched so hard that the cue ball bounced off the table and hit the table next to him.

“The fuck!” Sticks said turning to look at the table behind him. Even Absalom was looking at Tank in confusion. Then they followed his gaze to see Evie walking towards them.

“Hell yeah.” Absalom said, Sticks and Chevy agreed.

“Hands off.” Tank growled. “She’s ours.”

The other men knew that by ours, he was including Ink. Chevy and Doc ha