Page 41 of Filthy Love

And when she noticed his pants he had the pleasure of seeing her turn pink.

Your fault, little bit.

“I need you on her, Hawk.” Hawk nearly snorted at Rider’s direct order. If only Rider knew how hard he was to get on Gia. He’d string him by his balls. “And fast track her relocation here, you got it?”

“I’m already here at her place. I won’t leave her.”

Gia’s curved brows winged up.

She smiled so fucking wide his stomach hurt.

He’d pleased her?

Running a hand over his head, he sucked in a breath at the pleasure it brought him.

“What about your old man?”

“Fuck.” Cursed Rider. Hawk could hear sounds of the club in the background as Rider strode through to the quiet of his office.

Hawk couldn’t come out and ask if he thought Ajax was involved with the Russians and Rex. Not in front of Gia, but Rider caught his meaning. “I’ll deal with that on this end. I’ll also pay that commie asshole a visit.”

“How’s Lawless getting on, on his end?”

Rider snorted. “We’re getting closer to wrecking the Russian from the inside. We got that handled, you just stay on Gia, right? If you need more men I can have Red-Light there overnight.”

“Nah, don’t need anyone else. I can get Juicy stationed outside if need be, did you know he wanted to put his transfer papers in for our chapter?” Rider confirmed he’d talked to Ty about it already. He watched Gia’s eyes take a roll and she emitted the same snort as her brother. He kicked a brow. “I think your sister has something to say to you.”

He passed over the phone and for the next ten minutes he listened to a one-sided heated conversation between siblings. Those half-Greeks had no concept of noise levels when they were in the middle of ranting.

Gia huffed.

He heard Rider curse.

Hawk made his own coffee; this shit could go on a while.

“Here,” she shoved the cell phone into his chest, he barely caught it before she flunked out of the room and stormed up the stairs. “Sorted then?” He asked.

“Jesus. Good luck watching her, bro. Pain in my fuckin’ ass. Keep her safe, okay?”

With my life. “Yeah.”

The call ended. And he’d made Gia a sandwich with stuff he found in her fridge before she emerged again.

She eyed the food. And then him. She sat and ate silently.

“I suppose I need to start packing. You can help, babysitter.” Oh, lovely sarcasm dripped off her pink tongue. The same pink tongue he had in his mouth not so long ago and hungered for more. “I don’t need to be watched,” she informed, in the same snipped tenor. Her eyes flashing. “But since you’re here I’ll use you.”

Use me hard, baby.

“Put me to work, little bit,” reaching into his front pocket he fished out an elastic hair tie, pulling his hair back he secured it at his nape.

Gia gaped at him. Hawk answered it with a frown.

“I can see more of your face now. You still need a beard trim, ZZ.” Hands went to the hair hanging off his face. He never gave it any thought, he wasn’t a vain man, what would he need to look good for? But as she continued to watch him. Hawk’s belly stirred. If she wanted him to cut it, he could.

Her sigh mowed through his thoughts. “This is all a giant mess.” She turned her back and rubbed her forehead. He heard her sniff.

Frowning, he moved across the kitchen quickly, hands on her stiff shoulders, he turned her to face him. Saw her eyes glistening. No. No. Dammit. No, tears. He couldn’t handle tears, not from Gia. Hawk’s soul fucking crumbled.

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