Page 70 of The Revenge You Seek
"Yes, of course we're still members. Working on a Maddison Chapter as we speak." Devin winks, and the guys all nod excitedly.
"They’re a bunch of fucking assholes," Devin mutters as we head for my car.
"They're just more than happy to live this life. Not their fault they grew up thinking that initiating into the Hawks is the best things are going to get for them.”
“We're the weird ones because we don't want it.”
I mutter an agreement.
"Be so much fucking easier if we could just fall into line though, right?"
I glance over at him, my brows in the air.
"Oh, fuck off," he grunts, knowing exactly what I'm getting at.
As far as anyone can see he is just falling into line. Doing his father's bidding.
I laugh at him as I start the engine and head to our favorite diner.
"We should call the others. They'll be pissed if we do this without them," I say when we pull up under the neon Hallie's Diner sign.
"You wanna wait for them to get their asses here?"
"Hell no, I was just saying the right thing. Let's go."
He barks out a laugh as I throw the door open and climb out.
We look a mess, but it's something Hallie is used to.
Her diner is right on the edge of town, in the middle of fucking nowhere. I've no idea how she keeps getting customers, but this place has been going for as long as I can remember yet it's always quiet.
It's about the only place in Harrow Creek the Hawks haven't taken over. It's been our safe haven for the past few years.
Hallie might be heading for her sixties but she's not naïve to the life we live or the things we do. Her old man was a Hawk. He died during a gang war about twenty years ago.
It was the only time Vic has nearly lost power. He certainly lost a lot of men that night.
I think Hallie feels somewhat guilty because although she lost her husband and the father to her girls, if her husband hadn't fought as hard as he did for that cunt then our lives—and those of the rest of the youth of Harrow Creek—might have turned out differently.
It's wishful thinking because, with the Hawks gone, another will only take over. I can't imagine much will have changed but I'd take anyone over Victor 'Vicious' Harris lording it over the town any fucking day of the week.
The second I push the door open, the scent of smoky bacon and sweet maple syrup hits me and my stomach growls loudly. Only a moment later, Hallie emerges from her kitchen wearing her standard pink and yellow flowery apron and the warmest smile.
She reminds me so much of my mom that it makes my chest tighten with the loss I still feel all these years on.
"My boys!" She holds her arms out wide as we walk toward her, allowing her to embrace us.
It's a welcome hug, one I know Devin appreciates as much as I do.
The only parent he has left is a cunt, and his stepmother. Well, the less said about her the better.
"Hey, Hallie," I say with a wide smile once again splitting my lip.
She scowls at both of us when she finally releases us.
"Has he been putting you to work again?" she damn near growls, her eyes taking in our injuries. "You're college boys now, he needs to—"
"Nah, Nanna H, we haven’t been working, just… playing," Devin says making her wince. She hates that nickname.
