Page 37 of Filthy Love

She could protest and argue as much as she wanted but he swore if she opened her sweet, little mouth right now he'd fling her over his shoulder.

He had no calm in him, not where Gia was concerned.

His eyes warned and with a little nod of her own she merged into the crowd, he watched her until she was outside, his phone vibrated. Juicy letting him know he had her.

“Hawk we did not know she belongs to you. You see funny side,nyet? We are businessmen, we did not hurt the girl, you see she is unharmed, we just wanted Rider's attention. We thought she was one of the bitches...”

Wrong damn thing to say to Hawk. He bared his teeth.

“You got something better than Rider;myattention. Do you see me laughing, asshole? Does she look like a tramp to you?You invaded my old lady’s space with your Russian stink, you detained her when she wanted to leave, you made her call with your cryptic message. Do you think I'm going to laugh? I will when I kill you.”

Both men began to sweat. Grigori kept a neutral face. Hawk loved when they panicked it made the kill all the nicer. His veins hummed.

“Please. We are all gentlemen here.” Hawk was an animal, not even close to a gentleman. Grigori laughed darkly, the sweat beading his upper lip gave away his nervous disposition. “We have no grudge with you, this was mistake, had we been made aware she was yours.”

“Ask the bitch, we didn't touch her.” The other snarled, a little braver than his underboss. And a lot more death-wishy, obviously.

Without pause, Hawk threw out a hand, grabbed the bald bastard around the back of his neck and forcibly slammed his face into the table, a few people milling around looked but otherwise carried on with what they were doing.

Blood poured out of the Russian's nose “You fuckingcunt!” He spat red onto the floor.

“Call her that again. I beg you, I'm just dying to rip you up.” He smiled. A lethal twitch of beard and snarling lips.

“Shut the fuck up, Borya.”

“He broke my nose!”

“I shall break your goddamn legs if I hear one more sound coming from you. Go wait in the car for me.Teper!”

“But…”

“NOW.” Hissed Grigori.

From the looks of Borya, with his scarred face and crooked nose, he was gonna get a spanking from his boss.

That is if Hawk didn’t kill him first.

When it was only Hawk and the underboss left sitting at the table he let silence filter between them. He could do this all day, play who had the bigger dick, if not for Gia outside. He needed to get out there and double check she was fine.

“You see this was mistake,Da?”

“Do I really?” He asked quietly. “Far as I can tell you’re trying to intimidate us yet again by taking one of ours. You think we forgot what you did to Grinder? His woman?”

“I did not touch that woman.”

“The suggestion was clear. And today? I’m not impressed. In fact, …” Hawk smiled tightly, flashing even white teeth. Shark like. Danger lurking behind every line of his face. “I can’t say it’s made me very happy at all. It’s a weak as fuck man who uses women for intimidation.”

“Your president is trying to ruin me!” Grigori spat out with a rare show of emotion. The first Hawk had seen from the Russian in years. “We had deals,da?”

“And Rider permitted your illegal gambling rackets. But like any shithead you want more.”

“I give him a handsome cut, he has no complaints.” The underboss gritted with darkness lurking in his otherwise blank eyes.

“Only, you fucked up real good this time, commie. She’s mine. And I don’t take kindly to people putting hands on what belongs to me. Who told you who she was? Where to find her? I might go easy on you if you give me a name.”

Grigori thinned out his lips and said nothing. The elegantly dressed man was as conniving as a rattlesnake. He chose his words as carefully as he probably did his alligator skin shoes, Hawk surmised staring at him with blistering hatred.

Fury fueled his every breath. The thought of Gia in danger put acid in his gut.

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