Page 143 of Filthy Love

“It came out wrong.” His frown marred more of his face.

He was a hound dog.

“So, I’m not your woman? All this arguing with your best friend is for nothing? You’d make a war over something that came out wrong? Is that what you meant to say? We’re standing fighting my brother and I’m not your woman...”

She heard and ignored Rider sucking on his teeth.

“Gia…listen.”

She pressed him. “Am I?”

“I’ll take her, if not.” Piped in Snake so helpful. Hawk hissed savagely, swiping a dark stare at the guy. “I will break your fucking arms off and use them for coffee stirrers.”

Gia swooned.

He was just so swoon-worthy when he was possessive.

“Gia. This is club business, go back there with Zara and let me talk to my fuckin’ VP.” Said Rider.

Her hands remained on Hawk’s impossibly hard chest, he was pushing against it almost as if he liked her touch there, she turned to look at her brother. Irritation stole through her voice. “This is your MC, Ambrosio, butthishere with him ismybusiness. Butt out. I’m not some silly little girl having an emotional outburst. If you didn’t know I’m all grown up and can and do, make decisions for myself without you doing my thinking for me.” The absurdity of the situation made steam pool out of her ears almost like a cartoon character at the end of their tether.

This was one of the reasons she’d never gotten herself entangled with a biker, not even casual dates. The hierarchy of any MC and being in a relationship with one of them was fuckingpreposterous. Oh, the bikers could fuck anything on two legs, the more pussy the better, but god forbid a female associated to those bikers could act the same way and they all turned into pearl clutching hypocrites. Taking Hawk out of the equation she would have avoided them altogether, because her brother was this side of being old fashioned and fucking annoying to ever assume him and his club had a say in her love life.

She put a stop to that right now.

“He’s my man, he’s been mine since I was seventeen and if you must know, I’ll say it in small words, so you boys can understand, since you’re all standing around rubbernecking like gossiping hens.” Grown men chuckled unapologetic. “I would have been his when I was fifteen.” Ambrosio hissed like a pained cobra, firing a hard stare at Hawk. Gia talked over him “Stay quiet before you say something you later regret, you’ve had your unsolicited input.” She felt a hand slide up to the nape of her neck, holding her gently. Shards of electricity curled around her encouragingly. “I would have been his when I was fifteen, but he didn’t notice me until two years later and even then, he was too damn proud and ethical andloyal to youto do anything about it. We’ve wasted ten years and I refuse to waste anymore because you can’t see past him being your friend and biker VP and to acknowledge your sister can date anyone she damn well pleases. Tough shit, Rider, if you have a problem. Mind your own damn business while I talk to my man.” It was more than evident she was talking to Rider the MC president and not her brother Ambrosio. So be it.

“Here, here.” A soft cheering voice Gia recognized as her brother’s girlfriend.

“Well?” She was beginning to lose her patience with Hawk.

But the moment she looked up into his impossibly ice blue eyes she felt her heart stumble and roll over languidly. That look… oh… like he’d been told Jesus existed and he was buying the beers and hookers from now on.

It was worship and acceptance and complete adoration.

“Hawk…” her voice disappeared into her lungs.

“Yes.” He gruffed.

“Yes?”

“You’re my woman.”

Oh, god. Hallelujah.

Rider muttered. “Jesus fucking H Christ.”

But Hawk didn’t break their gaze.

He just went on looking at her. And looking at her.

******

Much later, with thankfully less drama, Gia cuddled with her niece while Zara did … whatever she was doing in the bedroom back there to calm her man down. When they’d emerged, Rider strode out to the bike shop after kissing Zara hard and fast. They’d switched off the baby so her sister in law could head home.

“You and the VP, huh?”

“Yep.” Gia smiled dunking her teabag in the cup of hot water.

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