Page 14 of Filthy Love

Go to her house? Her actual house. The house he’d stood outside a million times and watched lights pop on and off, that house?

What the fuck did she want from the likes of him?

Maybe she really did want someone knocked around.

For a flicker of a dark, nasty second Hawk smiled to himself. He hoped it was that lanky briefcase shithead. He wouldn’t mind putting the hurt on that one at all. It would be his absolute pleasure.

Krusher’s voice waded through his dark fantasy. “You got a thing for the sweet girl dontcha? She’s a good one is that Gia. Smart too, heard she went to some fancy school and now has her own doctor practice or something. She’s always been sweet to me.”

Course she has, he scoffed. Gia was sweet to everyone. Even dickheads like himself who didn’t deserve it. How cruel had he been to her over the years and still she came back, offering him wishes on his birthday, texting random shit that made him smile and look at time and again like a fucking teenage girl with a crush. This one-time Snake almost caught him nose deep in his phone re-reading messages from Gia and Hawk punched the top of his bicep so hard to get him the fuck away he was knocked over his own bike ass first.

Hawk kept his trap shut about Gia. This only made Krusher cackle. “I got eyes in this old head, son. She’s sweet on you, too. I can tell. She looked at you the way my Stella looked at me when we were first courtin’.”

Nails raked on the inside of Hawk’s skull. She was sweet … on him?

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, old man. You been huffing the pot again? Chewing the ganja brownies?”

Krusher laughed good naturedly. Hawk had no idea why the old man kept on hovering around him like a gnat.

He also didn’t know why he allowed it.

Scowling, he rose and patted his pocket to check for his wallet and keys. He had two dickheads to trail behind for a few hours.

“Keep out of trouble, old man.”

“Take her flowers, son. The ladies love flowers. And try to smile.”

Crazy old fool. He rolled his eyes and strode towards the door to climb on his bike.

The noise between his ears was a dull roar.

He was seeing Gia later.

His obsession was practically licking its chops for a genuine look at her without doing it sneakily.

He was so fucked.

CHAPTER THREE

“A predator walks up to her door … and gets invited in.” - Hawk

Gia’s request chewed through his head most of the day, a bunch of angry gnats trying to make sense of it. Fuck, who was he kidding here, it was on his mind from the moment it left her pink lips to the very second, he pulled his bike in next to her car and cut the engine.

Tailing one asshole and then another all afternoon, he was about done with this day.

In the face of Krusher’s ribbing, was he supposed to bring something? Wine?

Shut up, idiot. This isn’t a date.

Scowling, he sat on his bike for a minute, glaring at the front door, he drew in a breath and hoped to calm the fuck down.

Being a pariah always worked for Hawk. It meant people left him alone. He didn’t have the patience to guess at expressions and hand gestures and don’t get him started on the bullshit people talked about.

Better still if they feared what he could do.

Never once had he thought to just walk up to Gia’s door and knock and see what she did next. It’d never occurred to him to be so …normal in his approach.

The obsession of wanting his friend’s sister took over his life, it lived in the shadows, it existed only in the dark woods where all the beasts hid out and now here he was, the sky dipping into pinks and oranges as he looked at her front door, talking himself into climbing off his Harley and rapping knuckles on the wood.

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