After a few minutes of awkwardly staring at each other, both with a light dusting of blush, Vermont cleared her throat, squared her shoulders, and stood a little taller as she pushed away the unknown feelings.
"I'm going to go get food" she tells the burly biker who watched her every move.
"That would be a good idea" he tells her, but he doesn't move from the wall, instead he waits for her, watching. He notices the coldness that glazes over her eyes, the way her throat bobbed and how her body went eerily still, he notices it all, but he doesn't mention it, doesn't ask the burning questions that have been laying on the tip of his tongue since she first arrived.
Following the young woman's lead the odd but strikingly beautiful couple walks down the wooden stairs that lead to the centre of the compound, Vermont expects to be met with a crowd of loud bikers, instead she's met with silence.
"Where is everyone?" Vermont asks as she halts at the end of the wooden stairs, tilting her head she tries to hear for any sounds, any footsteps, instead all she hears is a small inhale, almost silent, coming from the man behind her.
She turns around so that she's face to face with him, her eyes squint as she stares into his green eyes.
His posture is calm and comfortable but his nose twitches like a bunny.
"What is it?" she says accusingly, and his eyes narrow at her, as if he wasn't expecting to be called out.
"They're all at work, bikers don't sit around all day sweetheart" he tells her, but something in her gut tells her that there's something else he's not saying.
Before she can question him further, the clearing of a throat snaps them both out of their staring contest and to the intruder.
Tank stands before them, right eyebrow raised, hands on hips and a slight smirk covering his mouth. To Vermont's right a throat is also cleared.
"If you men are done clearing your throats, can you tell me what the fuck is going on?" she asks, her tone level but her eyes aren't ask dark as before, her mask slipping slightly. "How about we go to my office, and I'll explain everything to you?" Tank counters and Vermont stares at him for a beat too long, assessing the situation. "Okay" she finally agrees.
This time, a blood stain free Vermont follows Tank once again back down the hall and this time Hades hangs back, an unknown and unspoken string of trust twining the burly biker and the lithe woman together.
Instead of holding the trepidation against sitting in the chairs, Vermont collapses into the big leather office chairs and curls her limbs under herself, the action isn't lost on Tank as he watches the girl from where he closes the door.
"So why is it so quiet?" Vermont asks as the older man sits down at the chair opposite to her, "seeing as this is my office and my club, usually I ask the questions kiddo" Tank tells her, but his lips curl and a smile spread over white and grey stubbled cheeks.
"I've never been in an office before, but whatever you say pops" she tells the president with a mirrored smile, the expression lasts mere seconds before she registers the pain in her cheeks and the name that slipped past her lips.
Now it was her turn to clear her throat and straighten her previously slumped back.
"So..." she begins hoping that the man behind the desk will ignore her comment but when she's met with silence her eyes divert to the man behind the desk and catch the glazed look in his eyes.
Noticing her eyes watching him and the ever-stretching silence the older man snaps out of his haze.
"Right, so. What did you want to know?" he asks, and she gives him a deadpanned look, "stupid question sorry" he tells her, and she just nods at him.
"We have a compound of 30 people in our chapter of The Devils Advocates, which includes the old lady's, we're a one percent club however nearly 20 of our members have completely legal jobs which is why it is so quiet today" he explains to her, knowing that she wouldn't speak to law enforcement and even if she did the sheriff wouldn't do a damn thing.
"So where is the other 10" she asks, both of them know that this is what she really wanted to know.
"They're watching all of the entrances into town" he tells her truthfully, but he tells her quietly, like a child afraid of loud noises, he doesn't want to spook her. But he has.
Vermont knows, deep in her gut, she knows that they know, knows that if they now know then they aren't safe anymore, knows that they know the danger that she's put them in.
Vermont knows she needs to leave.
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HI!!
sooooooo,
it looks like some trust has started to form huh??? also, how cute is Tank!!! he give 'looks like he would kill you, is a cinnamon scroll' vibes. I love that old man. he's not even old tho ngl... anyways...
should I be mean and leave you on a cliff hanger??
ALSO!!
makes sure you eat and drink some water!!
bye for now,
Em :)
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