Page 158 of Filthy Love

“Oh my god, what do you have there?” She was across the room in a second. He pulled open his coat and handed her the small, wriggling bundle. “Oh my god, Hawk. He’s so cute!”

“She,” he told her. “Do you like her?”

“Like her? I love her! What are you doing with a puppy?”

He looked at the floor, rubbed his beard. Fuck, this romantic shit was hard as fuck. He’d gotten the idea when he’d heard some guy bred his French bulldogs.

Gia wanted a puppy, she’d told him, and it stayed with him.

“She’s yours if you want her. I got shit for her too. A bed, food, and other things out in the truck.”

Beautiful, blue eyes filled with tears suddenly and Hawk’s brow dropped as did his fucking confidence for doing something nice for his woman without being prompted first.

Had he done the wrong thing?

“You bought me a puppy? You really got me a puppy? Colton!” With the dog cradled in her arms like a baby she flung herself at him, he barely had time to register before Gia was against his chest crying.

“Little bit.Don’t.Stop crying. I wouldn’t have gotten the mutt if I knew it would upset you.” Shit. Panic rose in his mid-section, making his brain ring trying to figure out what to do. “Stop that,” he said forcibly, palming the back of her skull. He kissed the crown of her head and shushed her.

She tipped her chin, grinning and tears and all she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “You got me a puppy. I love you so much.”

“This is you happy?” He was fucking sceptical.

“Yes,” she beamed and kissed the puppy all over her yapping face. She seemed equally as ecstatic to have Gia for an owner.

He left them on the floor while he carted in all the dog stuff, leaving it in the hallway. Gia once again attacked him, this time he caught her up and she wound her legs around his waist.

His cock grew.

He could get used to this.

He bent to kiss her, but she avoided his mouth.

The hell? Didn’t she want to kiss him back?

The pup trapped between them gave him a lick on his chin.

“Thank you for my gift, baby. I love her so much. And I have the best name for her!”

“Killer?” He suggested.

Gia laughed. “No.” She slithered back to her feet, held the pudgy gray thing out. “Meet Khaleesi Stormborn.”

Hawk had his arms full again of sweet, happy woman cooing to her new baby.

He knew two things; he’d done alright with his first try at romance. And two, he was never fucking ever calling out that name if he walked the fucking dog. Anyone asked, she was called Killer.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

“She’s your pain in the ass now. Good luck, brother.” - Rider

“Grabbed you a beer,hermano.”

Taking the cold bottle from Capone, Hawk took a slow pull, rested his arms on the deck railing looking out into Rider’s sizeable back yard where the cookout was in full swing. Jed was in his element at the helm of the grill throwing out orders to the prospects. Old lady’s and a slew of the boys from the club milling around, eating, knocking back the liquor and generally having a good time in the first of the approaching summer weather.

According to Rider, his old lady liked to have the club boys over, and it appeared that entertaining a rowdy crowd suited the girl when she flittered from group to group passing the baby off into asshole biker hands who turned into cooing clowns when it was their turn.

Preacher and his girl Ruby were here. Same for Grinder and Luxe. She was a jack of all trades in the thieving world and Hawk approved of her skill.

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