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“I wish you had said something.” She whispered turning her cheek into his palm. Feeling a little shattered and pieced back together at the same time.

To know now feelings weren’t only one sided all this time hurt her heart.

“I would destroy the fucking world if someone took you from me, Gia. There would be nowhere they could hide I wouldn't find them and then I would take them apart one bone at a time until their screams were music in my ears.”

Gia never advocated violence. So, then that’s why his quietly calm declaration didn’t only take her by surprise, it sent tidal waves of elegant love towards her heart at a rate of the speed of light.

Tears sprang out of her eyes, her tear ducts leaking uncontrollably. “I’m completely yours.” She told him pressing her face into his shirt.

A big hand held the back of her head while she had a tiny break down of emotions in the biker kitchen in front of a fridge full of cheese. Hawk’s voice stroked through her. “Every time you let me into this tight, little body I feel at peace. You're my religion, little bit, and I want to be consumed in that redemption. So, if marriage is something you want one day or next week then I’ll go about getting it for you.”

Gia was incapable of speaking, afraid if she did she'd break the spell and Hawk would go back to being clam-like, sharing nothing of his mind, only his wonderful body. And as much as his sex made her drunk and selfishly, deliriously happy, she wanted all of him, body, mind and voice box. “I don't feel empty when I'm here with you.” He went on and she caught back a sob, wrapping arms around his neck nearly choking him.

“Hawk. Baby. You’re gonna make me cry.”

His hand moved in and out of her hair. Slow, lulling motions of affection.

His voice dropped to a husky timber.

“I haven’t ever had anything as precious as you. I’m afraid I’m gonna fucking break you open.”

“You won’t. I’m not glass.” She mumbled into his shoulder.

“You’re the rainbow, Gia.” Her heart was a rat-a-tat-tatting inside her ribcage. Afraid of breaking whatever talkative spell Hawk was under. She raised her head and let him brush her escaped tear away with the pad of his thumb. “In my black and white world you brought a bright splash of color to it. And now I can’t do without it. I can’t go back to the drabness.”

Chuckling around her flowing tears, Hawk scowled. “Stop crying.”

Like that would make her. She laughed again. “Oh, check you out, that was smooth.You’ve turned into a poet.”

She leaned in, brushed their noses, smiled and whispered. “What if you were made for me, and I was made for you.”

Hawk snorted and lifted her down from the counter after kissing her.

“You were made to take me nice and deep. Does that count?” He leered sexily and had her lungs doing somersaults of excitement. She was about to go up on her tiptoes and kiss the hell out of him when she heard.

“Jesus fucking H Christ.” Standing in the doorframe looking completely horrified was her brother.

Pressing her lips together to stifle her immediate laugh she stood in front of Hawk.

One glare at Hawk, he turned on his boots and walked out.

“Colton, that’s all on you.” She accused.

Leaving Gia to bury her face in her man’s chest with hysterical laughter bubbling out of her.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

“You gots kids? Kids are nice.” – Sebastian

A surprise Hawk arranged for Gia was happening later today, hopefully before the cookout at Rider’s place. If he was gonna get into a war of words with him again then he wanted his little bit happy beforehand. It was the least he could do to help the fucked-up situation going on between Prez and VP. But until he could go and collect it he got down to some work around the club.

The quiet footsteps registered as Hawk was unscrewing a bolt on the outside wall. He didn’t pay no attention to it at first. He was already sweating his nuts off with the sun beating down on top of his head, he wanted to get done changing out the fuses, so he could get inside with the AC.

The footfalls grew closer.

Then a shadow fell over his shoulder and he had no choice but to see which dipshit was bothering him.

He cocked back his head sending a surprise gaze over his shoulder at Preacher’s kid.

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