Page 128 of Filthy Love

A few brothers craned their necks to watch what was being said between the two men since the temperature dropped around Hawk and infected the rest of the club.

“The truth hurts, Cinderella. It’s your time to go to the ball and you’ve given the stagecoach driver the night off.”

What in the ever-loving fuck was he even talking about?

Hawk glared a nasty stare.

It never seemed to faze Lawless no matter how nasty Hawk got.

“I won’t warn you again, lay the fuck off with your fucking mind games, go poke a pussy.”

“What? And leave your pussy alone, Cinders?” Chuckled Lawless.

Hawk cranked his head to the side and was met with a toothy grin and a goddamn wink.

Oh, this shithead knew alright.

Had he overheard him with Gia?

“Now, now, play nice, Princesses, or no candy for either of you after dinner.” jibed Preacher in his pleased as punch timber, striding through the main area heading towards the hallway. The road captain, though great with direction on rides, only ever had one destination when he was around here and that was to see his old lady in her tattooing room out back.

Fuck him as well, Hawk scowled at the innocent Preacher who no doubt would be balls deep in something nice soon enough. If he had to overhear one more “I fucking love my little darling.” from Preacher, Hawk would hurl.

Hawk was feeling like a hating jackass lately for those who got to have what they craved on their tongue and down their throats and in plain fucking sight of everyone. He never thought he’d be the type of man who wanted to do the personal displays of affection or whatever the fuck it was called but seeing Gia today in his clubhouse and not able to walk up and kiss her pink lips about racked a knife to his guts.

He was a living, breathing, dying man.

“Hmm… I’m thinking since you screwed up back there,” Lawless indicated with a nod of his chin to outside letting Hawk know he sure did eaves-fucking-drop. “That maybe…. Just maybe, the road is clear for others to step in and do the job you’re fucking failing at. I mean, she’s not my type at all, but I might give it the old college try...”

Blood began to pour over Hawk’s vision.

He knew the fucker was goading him into a reaction and it was that realization that didn’t initially have Hawk stabbing Lawless in the fucking neck with a blunt spoon for even suggesting he’d take a crack at Gia.

Over his dead, rotting corpse would any fucker in this place lay a finger on his little bit.

“Is there a reason, other than your usual asswipe self, you’re being a giant fuckstick trying to provoke me? You of all people should know better.” Said Hawk, feeling his bones tingle under his skin and his teeth felt too big for his mouth.

He needed to get drunk and to find a nice coma to lie in for a week.

Having Gia so close went no way to calming his fucked-up brain, it wasn’t a reboot as much as a whole system shut down. She was so damn beautiful. And perfect. And too good for him and his filthy hands and he got hard just looking at her and what the fuck had Capone been doing hugging her?

“You kiss your mama with that mouth?” Smirked Lawless.

Ping.

Ping.

Ping.

Small grenades popped behind Hawk’s eyes like overcooked popcorn until all that was covering his vision was destruction and hatred and he smelled the burnt sweetness as his brain went into meltdown.

Lawless wasn’t to know.

Somewhere logically in the recess of his brain that wasn’t fucked beyond repair he knew.

It wasn’t his fault he’d just walked on a landmine and blew Hawk the fuck to hell.

He wasn’t to know.

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