Page 137 of Filthy Love

Being a prospect wasn’t an easy job, he knew that more than most. His first year when Rider had brought him into the Renegade Souls, with Rex still being their president, he’d done a lot of back breaking grunt work, shit no decent man would be able to live with himself afterwards. Good thing for Hawk since he had no fucking soul. These types of nights sorted out the men from the boys.

Tensions heightened when Hawk prowled into church earlier that day. Work was called to a standstill around lunch time and the core brothers were summoned to their closed-door meeting room.

“What’s going on that you had to interrupt my fucking romantic shower?” Bitched Snake as he followed Hawk in smelling like he’d dunked himself in a vat of shower gel. He took the seat across the table from Hawk’s VP chair.

“The fuck is a romantic shower?” Asked Arson. “On second thoughts, don’t wanna know.”

Snake smirked and made a jerking motion in the air with his hand.

Sitting on Rider’s side Hawk already knew what the meeting was about since he’d talked to him earlier. So, he sat silently and thought all kinds of soiled things he was gonna do to his little bit later. God, he loved her screams of enjoyment.

“We have thebratvaunderboss swinging by tonight.” Rider announced, and voices arose around the table asking what the fuck and similar protests. Waiting for the brothers to shut their traps Rider went on. “While I’m letting him kiss my ass, our resident evils will be picking off two of his men. The pigs will be fed well tonight and all before Grigori leaves Renegade Souls turf. And while he’s scrambling to find out what the fuck happened, we’ll do the same tomorrow tonight and the night after. Steele is gonna do the same with his crew.”

“Grigori is gonna look to us for it, how’s that gonna help?”

Rider smirked his cocksure grin and arched a brow, Hawk noticed and knew his friend was confident in their plan otherwise he wouldn’t be going through with it. “Gotta prove it first. We were all here entertaining his Russian ass with Vodka and blunts. Musta been the Mexicans, we know they hate the Russians for what happened two decades ago.”

The boys cackled.

Hawk just wanted to put the hurt on them. They were gonna pay for their fucking mistake.

“You gonna talk at all, or we still having a lover’s spat?” Asked Lawless in his rusted tone. Keeping his eyes ahead and his steps steady the pair of them headed towards a strip club not far. When he thought about it, sex and murder were not far apart.

Both emotions were out of control.

But if he had to pick one or the other right then he’d rather be at home spooned around Gia’s sated body.

Jesus fuck. He really was gone over her.

“You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“I’ve been told a time or five,” chuckled the outlaw who was most like himself, unoffended. But then nothing much rattled Lawless’ cage. A demon didn’t get scared he just got even. “So, have we made up?”

“Sure. Keep the fuck outta my head, Law.”

“Can’t I just want you to be fucking happy?” He asked, making Hawk’s neck crane around to see those deep eyes, shrewd like a ghost, staring at him. The look sent chills down his spine. Creepy bastard. Hawk shrugged and ignored his claim, because he only got touchy-feely with emotions for Gia. “Let’s get this done, you, weird fuck.”

Lawless appeared to be content with Hawk’s response because he smirked, and shoulder checked him before they rounded the corner into an alleyway where down on the far end a couple were hooking up with loud flair.

“Show time.” Murmured Lawless pulling out a thick clear bag from his pocket.

The woman pinned to the wall for all intent and purposes appeared to be having a fuck of a time. Hawk couldn’t care less one way or another who was digging into her pussy. She was a nothing as far as he was concerned. Most people landed in the nothing to him.

If that made him a sociopath, he was fine with that.

It was only when Lawless emitted a low whistle that the chick suddenly dropped her legs and pushed out from the heavy-set guy who spun around to find two grinning dickheads.

Maybe Hawk wasn’t so good with reading facial expressions or body language, but this Russian was because he blanched and tried to use the bitch as a shield.

It was too late though. Hawk had already sprung forward to grab him from behind, anchoring both the guys arms as far back as those fat limbs could stretch and he used one of his own legs to coil around the Russian’s leg while the man spat out curses and threats in his mother tongue.

Hawk grinned and held tight.

Lawless handed over a roll of notes to the chick who cocked a hip and fingered Lawless’ jacket. “Thanks, babe. I’ll see you this week?”

“You might. Now run along.” He dismissed. They waited until she was out of sight before Law whipped that clear bag, industrial thick, no biting through it, over the Russian’s head.

Safe to say the fucker fought for his life, but with two murdering shitheads working in tandem to stop the guy breathing it was a no brainer who won.

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