Page 152 of Filthy Love

For good reason. For one, Rider was still being salty towards her man even though she’d got back on somewhat of a better ground with him, only if she kept Hawk out of the conversation, which she never did, her stupid brother could just suck it up and deal with it already.

And secondly, seeing Hawk’s conquests still licking their lips over the surly VP was a hard pill to swallow. No one wants former lovers tossed in their faces. No one wants to see the women who have seen her man’s climax face.

It mattered none that he didn’t pay any attention to anyone other than Gia.

The cookout last weekend was a prime example of just not what to do when a biker had his girlfriend around. Countless women tried to fawn over Hawk, trying to bring him beers, asking if he wanted food. He’d told more than one “Go away, I’m with my girl.” Add in her jerk-face brother, she feigned a headache, so Hawk had taken her home for a cuddled night in front of a movie.

“I do now. You know, when you get around to meeting my mom she’ll like you.”

He snorted. “Sure, little bit. I’m betting your dad is just full of praise for your new man.”

She’d keep it to herself that her mom was due in town in a few weeks and then Grace Kelly was visiting the week after that and she’d absolutely want to peruse Hawk as any best friend would to make sure he was good enough. Spoiler alert; he was.

She smiled as he helped zip her hoodie and then clip the helmet under her chin, adjusting it for her until it was just right. He didn't see how caring he truly was.

The ride took no time at all. Pity really since she loved being wrapped around his waist, feeling his heartbeat steadily under her hands and the world whizzing by as the wind blew her hair.

For someone who’d lived her life always adhering to the rules and playing under the radar, especially not getting involved in anything MC related as most of her family did, Gia got a tiny thrill out of watching people’s faces as she rode by with Hawk.

She felt a little bit wild and reckless for people knowing she belonged tothatMC VP.

His reputation was less than spotless.

She knew the unmasked man Hawk was.

And that man she adored down to the soul and bones of him.

“Gonna tell me what we’re doing here now?” He asked once they’d climbed off the bike. He tossed his skull printed gloves in his jacket pocket and left their helmets on the handles.

“Just come inside with me.”

“Gia…”

“You’re no good at families. I listened, Hawk. Just come inside or are you a big ole baby chicken? Let me touch your feathers, chicken.” Her smile teased. She loved making him react.

He reacted by giving her ass a squeeze.

“I got something else you can touch, little girl.”

Gia laughed, slipped her palm into his.

“Let’s go, tough guy.”

He grumbled under his breath with every step. But he came along with Gia.

Once inside, Gia looked left and right. Good. The club was packed with his boys.

“Hey, you two,” called out her uncle Jed from behind the bar. He was restocking bottles. Gia pulled Hawk over with her, so she could lean across the bar and kiss her uncle’s cheek. “There’s my special girl, what brings you by?” He turned a grin on Hawk and then sobered. “You being good to this one? Don’t make me come out of retirement, son.”

Hawk snorted. “Think you can take me, oldie? Hold on, I’ll grab your walker for you.”

Jed barked a laugh and held out his fist for Hawk to bump.

Gia had a point to prove so she pulled him away after a minute of conversation.

“Yo, VP!” Called out twin voices behind them. “You got anything that needs doing? Saw your sweet ride outside, looks to be needing a clean and polish I reckon.”

Hawk dug into his pocket with the hand not clasped around Gia’s and tossed his keys over. One of the younger boys caught them.

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