Page 145 of Filthy Love

Any other time Tag would have been one of the patched in club members out in the main room high with a score of bitches on his body.

There was a reason he was in here alone.

It only fueled Hawk’s irritation.

Though the face showed alarm, his eyebrows winging up into his perfect as usualjust fuckedblond hair he offered a smile. One Hawk didn’t return. “You wanna grab a game, brother?”

“Not here to play.”

“Figured. You wanna take a swing at me?” He put down the pool cue and rested a hip against the large green velvet covered table.

Hawk couldn’t say he knew much about Tag. Not where he came from, who were his kin or what the fuck he did in his spare time. That could go for any of his club brothers. What he knew was; who he could rely on. Who would be at his back in a situation and who could throw down and make their MC world the best it could be.

He considered Tag one of those men.

That wouldn’t change.

But the boil of fury in his gut wouldn’t go away.

“We’ll see.” He stayed by the door. Any closer and he was likely to choke the fucker. “You hear I’m with Gia and still you felt you had to throw your hat in the ring. Just in case.”

The brother’s face fell. “It wasn’t like that, H.—”

“It wasexactlyfucking like that.” He spat out and ignored the other man frowning. “You were trying to give her options. Didn’t matter you’d just heard I was with her now. There was no other reason to tell her you were gonna ask her for a date other than to give her fucking options,brother.”

Any other man would have been standing there dead. What with the slice of fire going up Hawk’s stomach, any other fucker trying to get in between him, and Gia would be a walking corpse. Save for the fact this was Tag and usually he wouldn’t hurt a fucking flea unless that flea was inside a metal cage and throwing about fists.

“I get it. I mean, even if she wasn’t taken and you asked her out, I still woulda ripped your head from your shoulders, but I would have had more respect for you than to do it when you knew she wasn’t fucking taken.”

Tag snorted and rubbed a hand over his hair messing it up.

“But you didn’t, you did it not ten seconds after you knew she was mine.”

“Hawk, man. It wasn’t like that, I swear.”

“Don’t feed me bullshit, Tag. I don’t eat that slop. She was who you were telling me about, wasn’t it?Something real, you said. You missed your shot, only, you didn’t have a fucking shot at all, cause as I said, I woulda ripped your head off had I found out you ever made a play. Don’t even care we’re club brothers, or we’ve been in scrapes together and you’ve had my back and I had yours in the club war. Don’t fucking care,” his teeth at the back felt like dust from grinding them together. “So, this is what I’m gonna tell you; you stay away from Gia until you can look at her and not wanna stick your dick in her. ‘Cause, Tag, I catch even a fucking whiff of you flirting or making another play for what’s mine, and even your mama won’t recognize you in your coffin.” He pulled open the door. He was trying to be a better man, better all-around for Gia. So, walking out of that room and no bloodshed was fucking hard for him. He got his point across with violence, usually.

“Fuck. You can’t fucking blame me for something I didn’t fucking know. No one knew you wanted her.”

“You see her in the club you walk the fuck away, Tag. I mean it.”

“I’m not fucking in love with her, Jesus, you’re talking like I’m gonna hump her leg. She’s a nice girl, I thought I might have dated her or something.” He exhaled, and Hawk swung around.

“There’s one thing I can recognize and that’s when someone is in love with my Gia. I’ve been there. Ten fucking years. I get it. It’s why I’m letting you keep breathing. Until you can look at her and not want her, stay the fuck away. And keep a wide berth from me for a while until I forget I want to bury you.”

“Ten years.Fuck. I didn’t know…”

He left and took the ride to Gia’s place to climb into bed with her.

Only, he pulled into the garage port to see her coming through the connecting door in her sleep shorts and top that didn’t disguise her nipples, her hair mused and a pillow mark on her face.

His heart ramped up.

“I heard the bike, I’m glad you came back,” she smiled sleepily and cozied up to his shoulder with her hands on his belly even before he switched off the engine.

A possessive surge overcame Hawk.

It stung and made him grab her roughly around the waist amid her squeal of surprise, depositing her on the front of his bike facing him so her sweet covered pussy brushed against his cock.

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