Page 75 of Filthy Love

He grabbed the back of loose tank top.

“Put on pants, little bit. Long pants, and a shirt. Two shirts. I want to talk to you.” He took the bag back, stepped down from the stairs and stalked to the kitchen. Leaving Gia there with her hormones on full alert. He’d kissed her this time and there was no mistake want dripping from his full lips.

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“Haven’t seen any more of him and I’ve been looking.” Hawk told Rider. The phone held to his ear with one hand, the other was making Gia a cup of hot chocolate. He’d started with coffee, realizing how late it was and switched out to the sweet shit she liked of an evening.

Across the country his Colorado Prez spat a few curses. “I’m getting tired of that Russian fuckstick up my ass. We’re about to send him home to hisPakhanpenniless.”

“Lawless doing his thing?”

Rider laughed deep and cunning. “Yeah. You’d think he was at a tea party the fun he’s havin’.”

“Let him know I’m available for grave digging in a few days.”

It would be good to get home again. Rider decided once Hawk delivered Gia he was free to stick around in their chapter for good if he wanted to.

Hawk wanted to. He wanted his VP vest and the familiarity of the club he knew.

Stirring the mug, he tossed the spoon into the sink and placed the cup on the table next to the bag of donuts when he heard a pattering of feet behind him. He turned to see Gia in jeans and a sweater. Feet bare, hair down around her shoulders. And her eyes thin slits of anger glaring at him.

Hawk nearly broke out in a smile.

His beautiful girl.

“How’s my sister?”

“She’s just like you, Prez.” He waited a beat until she stuck her chin in the air and really glared at him. “A pain in my ass. Full of demands. Always wanting her own way.”

Rider cackled.

If only his best friend knew the half of it, he wouldn’t be laughing. Nah, Hawk would find himself very dead and in a shallow grave in the mountains somewhere.

But funnily, it wasn’t Rider’s reaction finding out Hawk wanted his sister that remained as an obstacle. If anything, Rider was low on the rung of reasons. Pulling out the chair for Gia, he nodded to it for her to sit down. When she glowered and took the chair opposite Hawk arched a brow.

She was so fucking beautiful when she was stubborn.

He’d rode aimlessly for an hour, stopping to check in on Krusher, his gut tight with bile, stewing over every word they’d said.Go talk to her, son.Krusher advised seeing Hawk’s mood.

And an hour later he’d trudged to the all-night bakery, selecting her favorite donuts and headed back to her house to apologize.

Only half listening to his club-president, Hawk’s nasty gaze was all over Gia as she sipped and nibbled. He noticed she’d set a donut aside on a napkin. For him? He wouldn’t eat it, but her consideration meant something to him. He coasted over the slope of her neck and shoulder, outlined the shape of her breasts, watched her lick sugar from her lips and fingertips.

His cock aching like a bitch.

He craved every inch of her so much it tangled in his chest between doing the right thing and doing …her.

He’d come back for a reason and not only because he shouldn’t have left her alone even for a second.

Turning his back, breaking the spell of Gia, he cleared his throat and asked Rider. “Did you talk to your father?”

Rider cursed. “He talked and expected me to listen. He had nothin’ I wanted to hear. He said he had no clue about Rex.”

“You believe him?”

“Where Gia is concerned, yeah, I do. Anything and everything else? Who the fuck knows.”

“Maybe you need a face to face, Ri. Ask him outright.”

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