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“For as long as it takes.”

“As long as what takes?” Dare she hope it was something to do with her?

When his brow pinched she knew it wasn’t.

“Just business.”

“So, you will be coming back to Colorado?”

“Yeah. It’s where I live.”

Gia grinned and let him have his wrist back.

“Good. That’s good.”

He left. And Gia was smiling.

Not aware just how soon she’d see Hawk again.

She couldn’t have known.

CHAPTER SEVEN

“He’ll have his guts to-go.” - Hawk

Sweat dripped into his eyes until the salt liquid temporarily hindered his line of vision, but not enough he looked from his opponent. He swept it away with two fingers, rolled his thick neck. Crack. Crack. Bounced on his toes. Filled his ribcage with air.

Eyeing the man cowering over in the corner like he was the only enemy Hawk gave a shit about staring down.

“You’re not done,” he announced in a threatening tone. He motioned for the wheezing man to come at him. The prospect was worse for wear holding onto the ropes for dear life as he swayed on spindly legs. One eye almost closed over with a swollen bruise. His lip fat and several purple spots were appearing along his left rib cage. “Hurry up,” growled Hawk.

His juices were just getting going.

He bounced and grinned.

The man visibly recoiled and looked to a point beyond Hawk’s shoulder.

A loud barked laugh came next. “I think the boy is done, H, you, mad fuck. Go get cleaned up, Jet.”

“Sure thing, Prez.” The grateful guy said and was out of the ring before Hawk could scowl. Little pussy. Had no staying power.

Hawk rounded on the club’s president. “You got pussies for prospects, Ty. This one didn’t even last five rounds. Yesterday’s kid was better.”

“Yesterday’s kid has two broken ribs.”

Hawk rolled a shoulder and grabbed his water bottle. Downing it in one before he unpeeled the tape from his wrapped hands. So, what, he had energy to expel. He usually trained with Rider back home. These kids didn’t match up at all. Pitiful really considering he had twenty years on some of them.

He jumped down out of the ring and wiped his face with a towel and across his chest.

“We could use you in some fights if you’d reconsider, you know. You’re a fucking animal, H. We’d win big every single fucking time.”

Certain chapters were involved in underground fight clubs. Mostly mixed martial arts with barely any rules. Back home their fighter was Tag. It made a lot of money as Ty said and at one point over the years Hawk considered it. The violence appealed a lot when his head was messed up. He didn’t care about the money, he had enough already that he hardly touched. He’d thought about it for an outlet and to help his club make more profit. But when it came down to it, he realized if he were ever pinned under someone he would lose his fucking mind. And no doubt at all break that fuckers neck and while there were minimal rules in the underground scene, murder was a no-no, what with it fucking with everyone’s profits if their best fighters were dead.

“Not interested. I just like beating on your boys.” He smirked darkly. His knuckles weren’t even broken. It showed how much fun he’d had this morning.

Ty laughed and ran a hand over his dark brown hair. The man was much like Rider in the fact he took no bullshit regarding his club. Hawk witnessed the way his club was run the last months and was impressed. Even told Rider the same. “You always were a mad fuck, H. Coming out with us tonight after the run?”

He thought of Gia and the way she danced for him. How her hips went from side to side and her tits almost spilled out of the top. He’d thought too much on the way she’d kissed him, her mouth opened wide for him to lick and suck at her with all his depraved longing on show. Three days and he was still juiced hard over it.

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