Chapter 85: Confrontation

She killed my son. She led him into a life of sin and killed him. – Joy

Evie took Tank and Ink around Austin on Saturday. They had their picture taken in front of street art, the state capital, governor’s mansion and various statues. Had street tacos, local draft beers, Bar-B-Q and fruiteria. She took turns riding with both of them. They held hands and exchanged light kisses.

Abiding by Roscoe’s request, they wore the Renegades cuts. They both felt more comfortable as Saints, but with the wide berth and respect they received, they understood why it was requested.

They met her sister and her family at a park. Tank surprised her family with his tenderness and willingness to play with the kids. And not just the twin toddlers, but the infant triplets also. Ink was patient as he explained every visible tattoo. Sometimes multiple times.

Their parents joined them and were also impressed. After an hour or so, Ink kissed Evie’s cheek and said he’d be right back. About five minutes later, he re