Page 8 of Filthy Love

Hawk was many things, he didn’t even touch the sides of normal let alone live in the same zip code.

His gut oozing out too much acid.

If he had time to spare he’d use it doing what he always did, digging his neurosis ten deep in a fantasy about his little bit being under him, biting his chest while he——

“Yo, Mad-dog. Good to see you.” Hawk caught the whistle from across the common room. Shifting his sudden gaze, he found Rider’s father looking unswervingly at him, overlooking the greeting from one of the Austin boys.

Hate rocked in the old man’s eyes.

His frame was still sturdy, not fat or withered from age, but creaks and valleys showed on the tanned, craggy face, hair once dark was now peppered with salt. He strode in wearing jeans and a thick black, expensive looking overcoat with biker boots, there was no vest on the man declaring him the VP, not any more. That was on Hawk’s back, no matter he wasn’t in his chapter, he was Rider’s VP, and didn’t that put a slash of spite in the old man’s eyes.

Hawk had Marinos senior’s old job.

No one knew there was history between them. Not even Rider.

Hawk’s jaw crunched until his teeth were in jeopardy of dusting, doing some of his own hating in return.

Stare for stare, it was the old man who looked away first and addressed the sergeant at arms. A thick, portly man. “Haven’t seen you man, what’s happening?”

They clapped hands. Ajax in ear-shot for Hawk to hear everything. He suspected because Ajax wanted it that way from what came next. “Just a drop by.” He informed. “I’m meeting my girl for lunch.”

Fire burst into Hawk’s gut.

Lightheaded, he showed no outward reaction, keeping both arms braced on the bar top, fingers laced tight together.

“Oh, yeah? How is our little Gia doing? She should stop by for the next cookout, we don’t see much of her these days, my old lady was asking after her just this past weekend.”

“My girl is going places, Jace. Don’t want her around you degenerates. She’s doing real good, happy, you know? Won’t be long before I have more grand babies.”

If Hawk could have sustained his own weight he would have stormed out of there and buried himself in a bottle of whiskey. As it was, his legs felt like water.

Gia happy.

Gia with babies.

When he turned his head to the side it was to see the grin on Ajax’s face.

A smirk that said Hawk had lost.

Hawk would always lose.

And Ajax was so fucking thrilled about that.

Yeah, he had history with him and amid his burning heart, and forbidding longing, he’d never truly forgotten that.

Not now. Not ever.

A low-level anger came over his face.

Hawk snapped his gaze away before he choked the old fucker to death where he stood.

Twenty minutes the old bastard stood chatting while Hawk seethed rage.

And how fast it disintegrated into thin air as he heard.

“Ah, there’s my girl now.” Announced Ajax in a booming, pleased voice.

CHAPTER TWO

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