Tank's Redemption: Red Devils M.C. (Red Devils MC Book 4) by Michelle Woods

told her.
    “Tank saved her?” Annie asked, not a bit surprised. Over the past two days she’d seen that almost everyone in the club looked up to Tank. She didn’t know what he was to them, but they all seemed to think that the man walked on water. Bone was the only one they seemed to depend o n more, and he depended on Tank. It was nice the way these people seemed to be a close nit family more than a club. It had quite frankly surprised her. After her time with the Jackal’s she’d been convinced that every MC was bad news, but after spending three days with these people. She saw that that was far from the truth.
    “Yeah, he did.” Terry smiled.
     
    Annie was dancing in the middle of a Red Devil old lady sandwich, laughing , three hours later. Damn, these girls knew how to party. Charity was dancing with Molly, they were spinning in circles nearby. Terry was dancing with a guy they called Dog, who was apparently her ‘old man’. Katie was singing a song loud and off key as she danced on a table. A man stood by her ready to catch her if she fell. It was silly, but that was what these men seemed to be here for, to protect the women. The night was in full swing and everyone was having a good time. Annie was a little surprised that Trick wasn’t here. She knew she’d heard Dog talking to him a little while ago near the bar.
    Apparently, the men were having a stag party tonight , too. Dog and two others had shown up an hour ago, and she’d heard them calling different men to update them on the condition their women were in. She’d thought that was funny until she’d heard Dog talking to Tank about her. Telling him that she was dancing with some dude named Raffer. Really that was his name, or maybe it was Rattler she didn’t really remember. That had been ten minutes ago. Then Lisa had screamed sandwich, sandwich. Hot bitch sandwich, and grabbed her arm dragging her away from the man towards Racheal and here she was dancing with them and laughing her ass off. This was fun. She loved it. This was what she’d been looking for she realized, her hazy brain working hard to get to that conclusion. She’d drank a lot of the punch, which was spiked with something really, really, good. She was all tingly and wished that Tank was here. Then he could make the tingling go away. She leaned on Racheal, heavily stumbling. Oops, she thought as they both started to fall.
    Only hard arms wrapped around them, steadying them, and a husky voice said, “Whoa there, darlin’.” Racheal smiled at the man who’d rescued them. Turning around and wrapping her arms around the man making him chuckle.
    “Hi, Tiny peter…” He tried to glare at her but he was still laughing. “Opps…thatsss a secrats…wait a secret. Sorry, Peter…no, no Tiny.” Racheal slurred , clinging to the man who allowed it.
    “Darlin’, let’s get you home. You’ve had enough.” Tiny told her as he lifted her into his arms.
    “Good, I need to be cured!” Racheal screeched.
    “Cured?” Tiny asked laughing, as her arms curled around his neck.
    “Uh-huh, wifh screaming orgasmssss.” She said in a loud whisper, giggling in glee.
    “Darlin’, you can have as many of those as you’d like.” Tiny chuckled, walking away with her in his arms.
    Annie was kinda jealous, it sucked that Tank kept holding out on her. He hadn’t shown up to get her either, dumb man. All the other women were either dancing with their men or being carried out by them. Not that he was her man. Nope, she was just horny and it was his fault, so he should be here to take care of it. Maybe she should go find Rattler, or Rattle, or whatever the hell his name was, and ask him to do her. She wasn’t really the committed type anyway. Nope, she had never been in one place long enough to be committed.
    Annie decided she needed another drink before she found what’s his name. She headed towards the bar, only a hard male arm wrapped around her waist. She looked down in surprise that the