Page 190 of Filthy Love

Rider clasped his hand, smacking it with his free one and half smiled.

Gia sniffled against his neck, her arms nearly choking him. Fuck, he loved her touch. “Oh, my sweet man. It’s gonna be all okay now.”

His heart had never known true love before, and Gia was the one to show him.

“Sweet?” Rider snorted. “Think she’s got the wrong person.” He smirked at Hawk. Bastard. “That’s my cue to get the fuck gone.” But was stopped in the doorway by Lawless. “Good, you’re both here.” He said and when Hawk dropped Gia back to her feet he arched his brows.

More fucking surprises?

What was it, his birthday? Keeping his Gia up against his side he let Lawless come to him.

“You’re gonna want to see this, brother. It makes for … interesting reading.” Said Law handing him a folded sheet of paper.

Interesting? Hawk was … not knocked sideways often as a normal person would be when his brain tried to make sense of the birth certificate stating his father Xavier Abaddon the paragon of shithood and a woman’s name he didn’t recognize were parents to Kyle Williams.

“Is this for real?” He asked passing it to Rider to look over.

“Seems to be. There’s a few more too. Looks like you got siblings galore, big brother.” Smirked the club’s enforcer and resident kitten whisper. And just like that, a dam broke beneath his skin, Hawk began to laugh.

And laugh hard doubled over with his hands braced to his knees.

Hades. That cocksucker. Kyle fucking Williams. One of the nastiest cockroaches to walk the earth and who’d plagued their MC for years … was his half-brother.

And Hawk had slaughtered him to death in an alleyway and then burned his body to ash.

If that wasn’t divine justice coming to pass he didn’t know what was.

“What? What’s going on?” He caught the love of his life asking in between his bouts of laughing while the others looked on like he’d dropped a deuce in the middle of the floor.

Hawk was too busy chuckling like a deviant to answer. He’d tell her everything later.

Now he felt good.

He grabbed Gia in a bone crushing embrace inhaling the sweetness of her scent. The scent he could only dream about, now he was able to bathe in it, in her.

He wanted to love her so fucking hard.

He was free.

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

“My woman. The badass, bravest head shrink there is. Also, my fucking savior.” - Hawk

“Hawk … baby, should we talk about it?” She asked him cautiously, worrying on her gorgeous lip with her teeth again. That motion always made him think about freeing her lip and then doing his own sucking on it until she whimpered an orgasm for him.

The club was heaving with people and music and the usual Friday night partying that went down with bikers from around the city and groupies flocking to it.

Luckily no one was humping a groupie that he could see, so he had Gia under his arm while she looked at him cute and confused, probably wondering why he was so calm after hearing his mother was dead.Rest in Hell, bitch.

Because his Gia was a pure soul, her heart so full of kindness, she wouldn’t fully understand how relieved he was feeling. She’d watched him all day and he’d watched her worry. He was good. Really fucking good in fact with no more weighted bolder on his chest and now he just wanted to spend time with her. To start fresh and be with her.

“We should talk about it. About what happened.What I made happenand if you can’t forgive me—”

He stopped her craziness by pressing his lips against hers.

“Gia, you could slaughter this entire room and it still wouldn’t warrant forgiving, you understand? You could empty my bank account and spend it on shoes and you wouldn’t need forgiving for a single fucking thing.”

Her eyes went dreamy and watery. “Hawk.”

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