Page 185 of Filthy Love

Swallowing, Gia was managing to stay on her own two jelly legs, though how? She didn’t know.

“It’s exactly what she said.” Confirmed Rider grimly. “If we vote yes, then this has to happen quick and without a lot of talking.”

“Your mother?” Piped Tag in a slow, confused murmur. His bow-shaped mouth turned down seriously.

Rider told her Hawk might not forgive her for it. Not because she wanted his mother dead but going behind his back about it.

He told her for something this serious he would take it to the table.

She wished she had a thread of ideas that eventually lead her to the conclusion Hawk’s abuser needed to be killed. When in fact it was the first and only idea Gia had. Straight to murder no passing go or phoning a friend. For a deep analyzing thinker she’d gone to the worst possible solution instantly.

It scared her spitless.

And the idea percolated in her mind every single minute for the last four days.

It wasn’t as though she didn’t know people who could do it. It wasn’t like flicking through the yellow pages for a hitman. She knew people…

“No, not ours.” She answered, and it was the time to give them more information. This was where her heart wrenched. Because she was about to ask them to keep this to themselves.

“It’s Hawk’s mother. And he must never know we had this conversation, not until I can tell him myself. Never. If the answer is no, I’m still going to ask you to swear on your club, on those patches you all took an oath on, to never speak of this to him. And I know I’m asking the unspeakable. To in a sense, keep a secret from a brother, that should tell you how imperatively important it is. This is the hardest thing I’ve ever asked anyone. I don’t ask it easily.”

Preacher whistled through his teeth and rubbed a hand along his long, pointed beard. Sharing a look with Grinder. The two friends seemed to share a silent conversation.

“Prez?”

“It’s as Gia says.” Rider confirmed once again, this time to the one they all call Pretty-boy. But he’s not the tall blond man that made Gia’s heart skip a beat.

“Is the VP in trouble?”

“Why we only hearing about it now?”

“I didn’t even know he had a fucking mom!”

“What the fuck. We just gonna go around killing moms now?”

“Why isn’t he here?”

“No offence to Gia, but this isn’t like buying fucking milk.”

Asking someone to murder another person.

She accepted the noxious severity of it.

She was positively sick over it but weighed against the agony and mental torture Hawk still suffered at the hands of that woman and her extortion, it paled in significance. Gia would deal with the fallout, the guilt and shame of what she was asking if it meant Hawk finally had a moment's peace for the first time in his life.

“So, when do I do in dear old mom?” Asked Lawless suddenly from the bottom end of the table.

Every head turned his way.

The lofty, bald man sprawled in his seat, rolling a silver coin over his knuckles, didn’t appear to be fazed at all by the question, nor in how he volunteered nonchalantly.

Gia stared unblinking, her heart rapping all out of sorts.

Lawless scoffed. “Like you all didn’t know I was gonna volunteer my expert set of skills, Prez. if you want shit done right, you come to the man who knows how. When and where do I put the hit on momma dearest, since I’m assuming she’s a cunt and needs to get gone asap?”

Rider nodded gravely.

“Do we get to know why?” This from Capone. His lips in a tight line, concern from his dark eyes. Of all the men around that table, her brother excluded, Gia knew Capone the best. As often as she’d spoken to him after his own troubles, he may be the one who wouldn’t understand why she was asking this of Hawk’s boys. Because his pain of losing his family was still so raw inside his chest. Though she knew he carried loyalty, it was a big ask of anyone to take a life without knowing the full facts of the situation. Capone was still a very angry man deep inside though he hid it well. A sad man who kept such a lot locked in his ruined heart.

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