Page 89 of Filthy Love

“Let’s get you home,” he husked and opened the door for her.

“Ride safe.” She told him, smiling.

His gut hurt to love her.

All he wanted to do wasloveher with every inch of his sickness.

On the slow ride back to her almost empty house, his phone vibrated at the last count seven times with calls.

Once he was parked behind her, he sent Gia inside and called the unrecognizable number back. “Who the hell is this?” He barked low.

And he shouldn’t have been surprised at the voice equally pissed off on the other end. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing mauling my daughter in fuckin’ public, you bastard!” Yelled Ajax. “Seems you’re deaf as well as fuckin’ sick.”

“You’re having me watched?”

The angry hissing continued. “My son informs me Gia is in danger from the Russians, of fuckin’ course I’m having her guarded and guess what he reported he saw! You were fuckin’ kissing outside her work.”

Irritation stung Hawk’s chest, halting his steps, he deviated and let his eyes scan the street for any sign Ajax’s man was around.

“I told you to stay away from—”

Hawk did some of his own snarling, his fingers almost breaking the phone.

Panic swelling.

It was only a matter of time before Ajax did some talking to his daughter, wasn’t it?

“Your constant drone is boring me, old man.” He hung up.

Feet slower as he made his way to the front door, left open for him.

Gia welcoming him inside.

It could go so many ways. It would take nothing to retrace his steps and just ride off. Give Ajax what he wanted. Not get caught up in old mess that made acid burn in his gut. Because he’d rather face surgery with a rusty knife and no anaesthetic than have any of his old life put back in his face. Worse; in Gia’s face.

He could call any number of Renegade Souls and have them take Gia home. He pictured Ajax’s neck between his hands. Though Hawk knew he couldn’t kill the man, he so fucking wanted to.

But there was only one outcome as he let the door close with him inside her house.

Maybe he didn’t deserve her. Hell, he was the one person on this goddamn earth who knew for a fact he didn’t deserve the sweet woman inside.

If he were any sort of a moral man he’d leave her well alone and far away from the filth swirling through his mind on a constant loop.

“Hawk?” He heard her call from upstairs.

His heart started to pound.

That. He thought.

That unimaginable sensation right there in the middle of his breastbone was the reason he wasn’t turning around and making tracks.

She made him feel.

His drug called to him and he licked his bottom lip in anticipation of a hit.

No matter what Ajax threatened, nothing would make him leave her now. He’d soon find out just how much of a prick Hawk could turn into if he continued to vomit out his veiled intimidations.

“Yeah, little bit. It’s me.”

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