Page 59 of Tracking Luxe

“Might be worthwhile if you have eyes and ears around the Austin chapter, brother. Listen out to see if you hear anythin’ about Rex and if he’s acting alone, he’s excommunicated but talk is he still hangs around there sometimes like he’s trying to be king of a castle he has no business with, and you know Mad-dog was always his shadow. I can talk to Ty down there, smooth the way for you.” Ty was the Austin president. Tough guy, but fair with it, Rider had handpicked him to run the Texas chapter.

He didn’t have to leave. He could stay. Why did his lungs inflate so goddamn fast? the relief filling his disturbed mind. He needed out of this state, he acknowledged the madness of his burst of happiness.

Rust stained his voice. “Your old lady is thinking like a club queen, Ri. Sure, I can stick for a bit and see what I can dig up about the old fucker.”

A minute later they hung up.

Right on time for him to witness a white sedan pulling into the small car port right outside Gia’s place. It was a car he didn’t recognize and he had all her visitors down to memory like a fucking creeper.

It was only when a lanky fucker wearing glasses and carrying a briefcase stepped out that Hawk’s entire body turned glacial.

Who the hell was this walking corpse then? He better pray he was a Mormon bringing the lords words door to fucking door.

Anger washed through his vision until he could only see in steps of murder as the guy knocked on the door. Waited. And then Gia pulled it open.

It wasn’t the fact she was letting this guy inside that bothered Hawk, oh, that did, it twisted his stomach until he tasted the bile sloshing with the coffee. It was the fact she gave this guy, with the handsome face and sweep of dark mussed hair, the biggest smile of all time.

The biggest fucking happy smile he’d ever seen and then she ushered him in.

Closing the door with them both on the inside.

It took every fucking instinct and will not to cross the street, not to kick the door in and to not drag the guy out by the throat before he slit it in plain view of everyone.

Possessive thoughts he had no right feeling assaulted Hawk until he had to force himself to climb onto his bike, to start it up and to drive away, drive away fast, not looking back.

She needed that. He told himself. She needed a nice normal guy to make her smile, not the attention of an unstable lunatic.

Hours’ worth of brooding later Hawk shoved arms into his jacket, he had everything he needed to make himself at home in the Austin chapter.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Some fucker was insistent with the texts. If it was Snake he was going to wring that guys neck, he was never in the mood for Snake’s humor, least of all tonight.

A brain aneurysm threatened to blow the top of his head off.

Even as his cock hardened to granite.Oh, to fuck her, just once. To plow the sweet wetness.

Gia.

God.

Fuck.

It wasDéjà vu.

Gia:Happy Birthday, Hawk.

Gia:And even though you’re always a giant asshole, I wish you a great birthday!

Gia:Just so you know you still owe me an apology one of these days. Happy Birthday giant asshole! :-) Xox

Huh. He’d forgotten it was his birthday.

Re-reading the messages, his mouth definitely quirked a closed-lip deadly grin this time.

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