Page 13 of Filthy Love

“Yeah.”

He was not making this easy. Goddamn.

But then, Gia never thought he’d be easy. Everything she knew about Hawk was the opposite of easy.

“Let’s go,mikrí kóri!” She heard her dad hollering her childhood nicknamelittle daughterfrom the open doorway. She held out her hand for him to give her a minute.

“Look, I have to run, impatient, starving father outside. Hawk … can you drop by my place tonight? I want to talk to you about something.”

Both blond brows fell over his eyes so dramatically she almost laughed.

Instead, she did something she hadn’t done in years. She reached out a shaking hand and laid it on his bare forearm, the soft hairs tickling her palm. He flinched under her but didn’t pull away.

“It’s important. Please? Any time after I finish work at six.”

“What is it, need someone killing?” She could tell he meant it sarcastically.

Dropping her hand, Gia grinned and began to step away. “Something like that.”

His brows did that thing again, only in the opposite direction up towards his hair this time and his mouth dropped open then shut just as swiftly. “You’ll come?”

Hawk was her brother’s vice president. Whatever that role meant in an MC, but she wasn’t a Marinos in name only.

Gia was also nosy.

And had made it her sly business over the years to squirrel enough information about Hawk as she could from everyone in his club.

Who knew criminally minded bikers were such gossips? Her favorite gossip was her darling uncle Jed. That man could talk for hours on the phone.

“To hear who you want murdered? Yeah, sure. I’ll be there.”

It was the most words he’d said to her in however long. Gia beamed him a grin and watched his eyes go up and down her legs.

Oh, dear god. He was checking her out. He was checking her out! She was no longer resenting wearing her pink skirt.

Thank you, Grace Kelly.

“I’ll text you my address.” She finger-waved and almost fell over her own feet when he added; “I know where it is.”

Why was Hawk knowing her address so fucking hot?

If she wasn’t going back to work in an hour she’d drown herself in a celebratory martini.

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“You kept that quiet, son.” Coughed a tickled voice behind him. When Hawk was finally able to drag his filthy eyes from Gia’s retreating ass and watch her climb into her car, he swerved on his seat to see the old man grinning like a damn fool at him. With his missing front teeth and wrinkly tanned skin, he was a walking mummy.

Hawk rolled his eyes. “What you harping on about, old timer?”

“Dog’s girl.”

His heart was still banging under his ribcage.

Fuck.

She’d been right there, so close he could have roped arms around her and buried his nose in her throat. Her scent already attacked rendering him dumb as a fucking post throwing out one-word answers.

His dick hurt, he heeled his groin telling it to calm down.

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