Page 35 of Filthy Love

Fucking touching her.

One had his meaty hand laid over her arm to keep her in place. She gasped seeing him, otherwise saying nothing. The relief was there in her gaze. He felt her relief in his belly.I’m here, little bit.

The hand resting on her forearm didn’t move. Hawk resisted the urge to whip out a knife and make sushi out of the Russian.

Fucking touching her!

With ease, he stepped up to the table, a dark looming shadow, his temper barely contained, but for now he had to keep it in check, though the ticks in his fucking brain were all in agreement he should make turkey meat of those fuckwits, three sets of eyes all came at him at once when he slid effortlessly down into the opposite booth, grabbing his long coat at both sides he folded his huge frame and linked his long tapered fingers on the table.

“What the hell is this? Who invited this bastard?”

Oh, he was going to kill that one very hard, he thought to himself. He compiled everything in a malevolent sweep of his gaze.

“I see Rider cannot follow the orders, boss. This is most unfortunate our harmony is being dismissed so easily.” The other weightier guy said. His bald head sweating liberally under the restaurant lights.

Hawk didn't bother giving either Russian his attention, he could give a fuck what they were saying, it held no meaning, not while his heart was drilling in his chest. Not while his anger was singing for him to paint the restaurant blood red until he was blinded in crimson.

Tick

Tick.

Stalking eyes over Gia, he asked her silently if she was okay, checking for himself she was in one piece.

No bruises that he could see and no tears in her eyes.

If anything, his little bit of a thing looked pissed the fuck off. She was strong with the Greek Marinos blood in her veins.

Good. I got this. I can deal and not bring death today.

“Did these shit-for-brains touch you?” Voice raw and contained, he wanted to reach across and drag her to him, to tuck her into his shirt where she was safe and never let her see the light of day again.

“Are you deaf,comrade? We asked for Rider, not his VP.”

Bald Russian wasn't getting the message when Hawk had eyes only for Gia.

She shook her head. “No.”

“Are you hurt?”

His gaze saidtell me the fucking truth and watch me slaughter these bastards with a salt shaker.He leaned forward, her scent always sweet, it didn't bring comfort here.

He wanted to kill and protect. He wanted to eviscerate and blanket her in his skin and bone.

“I'm fine, Hawk.” She smiled reassuring, he saw the strain around her eyes, this had scared her. Gia wasn’t in the MC world, she’d steered her life away even though her family was very much about the MC way of life, she was a fucking head doctor for fucks sake, miles away from his shit and death.

The Russians didn’t know when to leave best alone. And they were singing from the same hymn sheet with this shit since they’d fucked with Grinder’s old lady to try to bring the club to heel not so long ago.

He reached into his inner pocket, both men protested like they expected he was about to bring out a machete, one of them grabbed Gia roughly in warning.

Bad mistake.

Drawing out his hand, he waved a set of keys in the air, passing them to her, she clutched them quickly.

“Go outside by my bike. Juicy is waiting for you.”

Only then did his malevolent eyes shift to the right. His expression never changing, it was a nonverbal threat. “If you value that hand at all I would take it off her right now.”

“Oh, now he fucking speaks!” Accent thick, he insulted Hawk in Russian, spittle gathering in the corners of his mouth.

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