Page 76 of Filthy Love

What the fuck was he saying? Hawk scowled.

Rider silent. And then. “Giving family advice, bro? Who the fuck are ya and what did you do to my VP?”

Hawk snorted. “Fuck you, gotta go. See you in a few days.”

“It’ll be good to have you home.”

“What? So, you can shove a million kid pictures under my nose instead of emailing?” Hawk asked sardonically. “I can’t wait.”

Behind him he was sure he heard Gia giggle, but her face was blank when he twisted around to look. Nibbling on the crust of a donut. Ignoring him.

“You’ll look at them and not bitch. My doodle-bug is perfect. And Zara wants you to come to dinner soon. And you won’t bitch about it either.”

“Whatever you say, Prez.”

“Wait, let me talk to him a second.” Interrupted Gia before he could hang up. Brow high, he handed over his cell.

“Ambrosio? The rental I chose online is ready to get the keys. Can you drop by and get them for me? Thanks. Kiss my favorite niece for me. And let Capone know we’re still on for lunch on Friday.” She told Rider bye.

Every inch of Hawk’s skeleton seized.

He felt like death warmed over.

She was seeing Capone for lunch?

Since when?

When the fuck was that arranged and better yet, why?

Something dark and sinister began to chew on his skull. Questions he had no answers to.

She gave his phone back and returned to her seat.

“Capone?” His rusted voice asked.

Gia simply looked at him and sipped the drink he’d made for her.

“Gia? Capone?”

“None of your business.”

Maddening girl. He dragged out the chair and plonked himself in it.

He wanted to pull her in, to hold her tight, to tell her how sorry he was, to make it better, to stop her from hurting.

Hawk didn’t feel things as other men did, that was true. But with Gia his moralities became a little clearer, almost as if she cleaned the way for him to try to be a good man.

The little bit could terminate him with just a look.

“I want to apologize for earlier. I say dumb shit, Gia. I’ve no fucking idea how to talk to a woman. To a woman like you.”

She curved her eyebrow. “A sociopath with a conscience? This is new. Do we need to alert the media?”

“Only with you. I’m sorry I was a bastard.”

She shrugged. “Your babysitting duties are almost over, then you never have to see me again. Colorado is a big place and I’m not likely to go to Rider’s club.”

“Not even to see Capone?” He questioned with a bite of accusation before he could stop his big, fat fucking tongue from moving.

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