Page 77 of Filthy Love

“Maybe. I’ll wait until you’re not there.”

A growl boiled out of Hawk. “Little bit … if you don’t want me tearing my club brother to pieces you need to tell me right now why you’re meeting with him.”

Her chin went up a notch. He recognized the tenacious glint.

His jaw tightened when it seemed she wasn’t answering.

So be it. RIP Capone.

“Do you talk to him?” Silence. “Text him?” More ticks of stillness. Hawk was becoming more frustrated by the second. She was sitting there coolly smiling looking more attractive than she ever had and he wanted to rip the table apart.

Hawk growled. “Give me your phone, little bit!”

“Give me yours!” She threw back. Her eyes like tasers.

He fished into his jean pocket and slid the phone across the table without hesitation.

She gaped like she hadn’t expected it.

“I just bet I find a million booty-call women on here, huh?” Even he could catch sarcasm. And didn’t the nosy magpie just go right on pressing buttons before holding it out to him, “fingerprint passcode.” He used his index finger to unlock it for her and then she went to town.

For long minutes Gia was silent while she scrolled through his phone.

She wouldn’t find any women on it except her.

And not a second later. Her eyes wide. “You haven’t deleted any messages from me. These go back …years, Hawk.”

She kept scrolling. Smiling a little. Looking sad in places.

Hawk’s brain itched. He went on watching her, hands clasped tightly in front of him before he did something stupid like reaching out and holding her.

“Where’s all the women?”

“What women?”

“The ones you have sex with. Aren’t they stored for hook ups?”

Hawk snorted, one side of his mouth curled up.

She was incredibly fucking cute. “There is none.”

“Right. You’re celibate.”

She’d be surprised.

“The most conversation I’ve ever had with a woman is you. Why would I want phone numbers when I have no interest in talking to women?”

She made a noise, eyes on his phone. “Just screwing them. Of course.”

Before. Not any longer. If his dick got hard for anyone else, it would be a miracle. As it was he needed to be amped up with Gia frustration to fuck in the first place. Keeping her in the front part of his brain before he used another woman.

She pushed his phone back across the table. He ignored it to ask. “Now you and Capone.”

Of course, Gia being maddening as always deviated his question to drop a bomb on him.

“Why can you fuck so many women, but you won’t fuck me?”

How did she know what he did … had done? “I don’t give a shit about them, about any of them.”

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