Page 129 of Filthy Love

Maybe if his murder-mate had been holding one of his kittens Hawk wouldn’t have launched himself off his stool at the speed of hate he did, sending a row of filled glasses careening to the floor as he flung his arm out, he would have spared Lawless what came next.

But Lawless was without those creatures as his shadow and there was nothing stopping Hawk hauling ass the two feet separating them or throwing the first meaty fist that cracked Law’s skull to the side so fast it knocked him backwards out of the chair, the red mist was already covering Hawk’s vision.

So, loud was the next punch it had heads turning from all over, taking them both to the floor with the motion.

“Oh, fuck!”

“Shit!”

“He’s gonna kill him!”

Fists were thrown like bullets from both men grappling each other.

Hawk didn’t feel the pain splintering his skull.

Hard, profound intent on doing damage fists.

Blood shed all over the nice, clean floor.

And the crowd grew quickly.

Hawk was aware of voices, both inside his worthless head and those of his brothers trying to break them apart. He was also aware of a deep timbered cackle coming from the guy he was smashing ten bells of hell out of.

Lawless gave as good as he got cracking Hawk’s head back hard enough to ring his bell.

Two mean-as-fuck animals scrapping down on the floor, not a care about the damage they did to each other’s bodies.

Lawless laughing the entire time like the mad fuck he was.

Hawk had the devil inside his ears, all those nasty bastard swirling noises telling him he was evil, the disgust if someone found out about him, that he wasn’t fit to breathe, and he took it all out on Lawless.

It took four men to pull them apart.

Even then Hawk was swinging, blood dripping down his face like a nightmare come to life, his teeth snarling at anyone in his way of ending Lawless’ life.

It would only be Rider who would dare lay a hand on Hawk.

“Calm the fuck down,you, crazy fuck. Jesus, Hawk. Rein it in.” His MC boss murmured close by his ear, two arms locked around his torso cutting off air to Hawk’s lungs, the other caging him out from even looking at Lawless was Capone. The big Hispanic man with his ear gauges and closely clipped goatee kept Hawk’s stare, giving him something else to hate while he tried to calm his blood from roaring in his ears.

His belly lurched. Air heaved into his throat, he heard Lawless climb to his feet. “Jesus, I think you broke my jaw, asshole.” He didn’t sound mad when he rounded behind Capone and Hawk caught sight of that ruined, bloody face smiling at him.

Rider kept tight hold of Hawk and said. “Jesus, who made you both Lord of fuckwads today?”

“Just felt like a roll around, isn’t that right, buddy?” Asked Lawless making the boys laugh and the tension seeped out of the room.

Not out of Hawk, he was wired as he yanked free and spat out a mouthful of blood on the floor.

His demons followed him out of the room and stayed with him the rest of the night.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

“Groveling 101 for dummies.” - Hawk

It was no surprise to find Hawk on her doorstep the following evening. The night brought shadows, uncertainty and a brooding biker at her door. What was a surprise were the bruises on his face and his busted knuckles.

She wanted to take care of him and smack him around the head all at once.

She did neither.

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