Page 65 of Filthy Love

“Heed what I say, Hawk. You won’t put one disgusting hand on my girl, not if I have anything to do with it.”

“You do you, Mad-dog. I’ll be the one here stopping your brother helping Grigori in destroying our club. I’ll be the fucking wall between Gia and the Russians. But you go right ahead putting your focus on me. Why start doing the right thing for your family now? Seriously, old man, you got no fucking idea what you have, and you waste it.”

Ajax thundered a growl and stomped off to his ride.

There was nothing but fury sloshing through Hawk’s tight gut.

Any other man and he’d be dead on the floor now.

He held no care for Ajax save for the fact he was Rider and Gia’s old man and killing him on her doorstep was a sure-fire way to have her kicking him out of her life for good.

You’ll be gone soon enough anyway if he tells her.The nasty little voice in the back of his skull supplied.

The most telling thing from that shitstorm exchange; Ajax never once denied his brother was sided with thebratva.

Hawk swallowed and continued to the front door. It opened instantly before he reached the handle.

“Mind telling me what my dad meant by he’d tell me.” Gia fired before his ass was even through the door. He shrugged out of the leather duster, tossing it back over the newel post.

He advanced.

Eating her up with his nasty fucking eyes.

His belly locked up for a new reason.

Burning lust low and dirty.

She was flushed in the face. Angry from whatever words she’d shared with her father.

“Nope.” He kept it short and heard her hmph with a little foot stomp.

“Hawk! I mean it. I want to know.”

“Little eavesdroppers never hear what they want to.” He said and scooped her up by the waist. She squealed, digging fingers into his shoulders to hold on.

What slither of patience he possessed flew right out of the window the moment Ajax issued his threat and now Hawk was feeling antsy under his skin.

He knew a good cure.

And his little bit of a thing kept it between her thighs.

Two steps at a time he carried his precious cargo with her legs wrapped around his waist and her fingers buried in the back of his nape up to her bedroom.

She acted like it was normal he was carting her around. “Aren’t you going to tell me what an overbearing ass he is?”

Hawk switched his gaze to her. “Why would I do that? He’s your dad looking out for you. I’d do the same with a daughter.”

“You’re a sweet man.”

Hawk snorted and made her turn a hot red with his blistered stare. The blush that had his dirty thoughts turned nuclear. “Hardly. Not when I’m about to eat the fuck out of you.”

“Oh…now? Right now?” Her arms banded tighter as he elbowed open her bedroom door and her sweet breath puffed against the side of his face.

Carrying Gia was a dream he never knew he wanted and now he couldn’t picture anything more picture-perfect than carrying this woman in his arms wherever she wanted to go.

Depositing her on the bed, Hawk prowled over Gia, spreading his hands up by her head. He was mindless to taste her.

Her eyes, low lidded and heavy with lust. That must he could recognize. He almost tasted it on his tongue and it drove him mad.

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