Page 157 of Filthy Love

The taller, wider brother, with his hair tied in a knot on top of his head and arms and torso tattooed completely under the black wifebeater looked between Hawk and his boy with a quizzical twist to his face.

Hawk was the last babysitter anyone would think of. He tried to appear disinterested by gathering up his shit from the ground without knocking the kid from his shoulder.

“Dad!” Seb launched himself at Preacher and Hawk had the rare privilege of seeing the road captain completely stunned as he caught the kid up into his arms.

“Dad?” He asked the boy who nodded with a grin, arms around the bigger shoulders. “Hawk said you’re my dad ‘cause you played football and wead me tons of stories.” It was simple to the kid.

Hawk met Preacher’s emotion stained green eyes.

A lot of unsaid words in his gaze.

Hawk chin jutted him and ducked his head.

Too much demonstrative shit for him to cope with when the pair bumped their foreheads together and laughed.

Hawk left them to their moment.

Until the kid slithered out of Preacher’s arms and came back over, leaning into Hawk’s side.

“Let’s head inside, little man, and leave Hawk to it.”

“I helping! Aren’t I helping, Hawk?” He verified it by running around him to find the screwdriver, showing it to Preach. “See!”

His face impassive, Hawk cleared his voice. He should tell the kid to go, he talked too fucking much, and any more conversation he was bound to owe him a couple hundred bucks. Instead found himself saying. “That’s right. He’s fine, Preach. I’ll bring him in.”

What the fuck was he saying? He wouldn’t even volunteer to watch one of Lawless’ bitches, or his cats.

Seb pumped the air with his little fist. “See, Dad. I’m helping the lights to work.” Hawk hid amusement while his club brother barked a low powered laugh, obviously proud of his boy.

“So, you’re okay with him, H?”

Hawk nodded. “Leave the men to work.”

Seb belly laughed. “It’s men’s work, Dad.”Duh.

“Okay. I’ll just be inside with Ruby, send him in if he gets annoying, which is alllllllll the time.” Winked Preacher striding off inside.

“Yo, road captain?”

The tatted man turned.

“Fudge?” An entertained, taunting Hawk asked and watched the big man scowl narrowing his eyes.

He flipped him off. “Fudge you, VP.”

An hour later he pulled up outside Gia’s place. He’d needed to take his barely used SUV to cart his surprise and all the shit he’d bought that came with it.

With a tickle of apprehension, he let himself in and called out her name. “Hi, baby.” She answered. Fuck, his heart careened like it was made of slop. He loved hearing that from her. “I’m in my office.”

He noticed she was dressed for the cookout in knee-length cut off white denim shorts and a thin strappy top that floated loosely around her belly and a pair of multi-colored sandals on her feet.

She smiled when he walked in then looked at him speculatively as expected since he wore his leather coat zipped to the chin.

“You’ll roast in that. You need shorts, Colton.”

“Got something for you.” He cleared his throat and unzipped just the slightest inch before a gray head with pointed ears poked out of the top.

The French bulldog pup yapped on a continuous excited loop, and Gia squealed almost deafening him.

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