Dunk Tank Story Novels & Stories

he groans like he is in pain. “ You ready to do this or do you need a few more minutes?” Tank asks, laughing. As much as I want to kiss Lug some more I want to get this tattoo. I’ll play with Lug later. Lug stands up and looks at Tank. “ Let’s do this brother. I want my mark on her for the world to see.” Tanks laughs as he takes a seat in his rolling stool. “ I remember that feeling brother. There are few better feelings than seeing your mark on your woman.” Tanks says with a proud smile. He takes a paper off the counter and shows it to me.

Tank said. I ruffle Xavier’s hair. “ It’s alright. Tank and the guys can get a little loud but they would never hurt me.” I told him. “ Of course we would never hurt Silvy. You have my word, little man.” Rowdy said. I look around at all the brother’s and ol’e ladies. “ Calm down. There is no one to beat up. The offer is sweet.” I said. Then I explained everything to all of them. From the shots to wanting to have an anonymous donor. I was not telling them that Goof is the donor. That would cause all sorts of questions and problems.

At its center stood a transparent, blast-proof tank, filled with water kept at freezing. At the bottom of the tank, waterproofed chips covered the glass floor. Denominations from ten thousand up to five hundred thousand. Dante stopped at the tank and let go. I hit the carpet in front of it. He crossed to a leather sofa and sat. Didn't have anyone light his cigar. Sabrina sat beside him and tipped her face up at the tank as if it were a piece of art. "Dante, I heard there's three million in that tank." She turned to look at me. A light smile.

They thrive on this shit. "All loaded, boss. Do you want to go through the checklist?" Tank shouts to me. So let me introduce you to the first member of my team. Tank, aka Zane Micheals, age thirty-two ex-army special forces his nickname is Tank, why? Because he's built like one, the guy is enormous, and he's the muscle of the group and now works for swift security. I double-checked and rechecked the list with Tank as every bit of equipment we have is vital for this type of training, especially when you're fighting the elements up in the mountains.

I responded, but noticed Melissa was jumping up, and down, clapping. “Melissa, what is he talking about?” Molly asked. “The last game played for the night is dunk the leaders. The Alpha, Beta, Gamma, and the three that will replace them in the future, if they’re here, and already been appointed line up. Each pack member can choose a leader they want to try to dunk. Since there are three tanks, three people are chosen by three pack members. Each pack member gets three throws to try to dunk their chosen party. Nobody has to pay for these throws, but they can donate. All the money donated goes to the orphanage. Luna Jane started it about ten years ago. The pack loved it so much Alpha Joseph kep

There was Spider tattoo on his neck, linked to three missing girls. They made everything look cool and hid Ryder. I waited until I was three beers in tipsy enough to play dumb, not enough to actually be sloppy. Then I wandered over, swaying a little. "Tank , right?" I said, all bright and bubbly. "Jace talks about you all the time. Like you're his big brother or something." and I know I was given fake names. He turned, eyed me slow, that calculating look cops hate. "Yeah? What else he say?"

They all look so similar yet so different, I can't even describe it. Damian stops just in front of a building with 'Tank's Tattoo parlor' written in big, black letters, this is not a place I'd ever consider being a training ground for the supernatural . He pushes open the revolving door to reveal a stocky looking bearded man at the front desk who is completely covered in a tattoos . As soon as he spots Damian his face breaks into a smile. "Aye, Damian, long time no see." The stocky man bellows as he comes out from behind the counter and gives Damian what looks like a bone crushing bro hug. Ouch. "It has been a long time, Tank, my man." Damian says with an equally big grin splitting his face.

It was normal. Tank starts with the out line. I get the bee sting feeling but with Speed’s help I breathe through it. “ This is only the second claiming mark I have done. The first was on Tank.” Damon says. “ Do good work and I will give you more.” Tank tells him. “These marks are very important in our club. We don’t just let anyone do them.” Brick says. I peek over at him and see Speed doing the same. Brick looks so relaxed like he could take a nap. Damon sees us looking “ So which one of you is the lucky lady?” I look at Speed and wink. We turn to Damon and say in unison “ We both are.” Damon lifts his gun, looks at Speed, me, then back to Brick. “ Really?” Damon asks Brick. Brick smiles a

Dunk squinted, a lecherous smile creeping across his face. He instructed the driver, heading straight to an adult club. Splurging inside for the night, he stumbled into the bathroom, his face flushed with alcohol. After relieving himself, he started buckling his belt when he noticed a man standing nearby. Leaning against the wall, his gaze fixed on Dunk. "What the hell?!" Dunk jolted, halfway sober now. "Got a problem? Staring at people while they pee, you a pervert?" The man remained silent, just lifting his masked face slightly.

When he found Athos, he gave him the copy that Tank had set aside. “Are you sure he wants me to have this?” Athos asked looking at the grainy black and white image. “Yeah.” He turned the picture over and walked away from the younger man. On the back in Tank’s chicken scratch writing, it read: To the best uncle our children will have. Your brother, Ian He hated the name. It reminded him of his father who beat his mother until he fought back for her. At seven, Tank had shot his biological father. His mother took the blame and it was assumed that she finally had enough of being hit and fought back.