Page 14 of Hawk
8
Hawk
“That girl of yours has an attitude,” Capone chuckles as we walk towards Gina’s apartment.
I smirk. “Yeah, she does.” The right kind of attitude that makes a man want to spank it out of a woman. The kind of attitude that makes my dick hard in my jeans from her throwing it at me.
“You look cozy.”
“I just met the girl,” I remind him.
He chuckles louder and knocks on the door of 15 B. Two doors away from Maci’s apartment.
“You layin’ claim?”
I know what he’s asking and I want to punch him in the gut for asking. How could he ask me a question like that when I don’t even know her? Plus, why would it bother me if he tried to fuck her?
It does. Him even thinking about touching her has me pissed off more than I care to admit.
I shrug.
Gina opens the door slightly with her head sticking out. “Hi?” She whispers.
I push the door open a little more to get a better look at her face. From where I’m sitting, I can see her face is covered in deep purple bruises and green bruises.
“What happened?”
Capone pushes the door open and walks inside of her little apartment. I follow behind him with Gina’s pale and slight frame behind me. She’s a little girl, with not a lot of curves but the guys love her.
Not my type.
Hell, I don’t have a set type besides curvy women who like to throw attitude at me.
“Nothing…” Gina hedges and closes her robe tighter against her body.
“Gina, don’t be fuckin’ around. We can see the bruises on your face. We saw the tape. What is goin’ on?” I demand.
If it hadn’t have been for that fucking run, we would have got this situation handled a long time ago. I’m fuckin’ pissed off that we had to wait to get confront her and get the details. I want my shit handled right away. None of this waiting bull shit.
I’m standing in front of her not giving her much space to move away from me. I want to know everything and I want to know it yesterday. Plus, I want to know how hard I’m gonna kill this asshole who fucked with one of my girls.
“I don’t want to get the club involved. I’m fine.”
I snort. “You’re not fine. Your face is bruised the fuck up!”
Capone wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her closer to him. The rat bastard can seduce a rattle snake. “Tell us what happened, baby.”
“I owe a little money for some Adderall I bought to stay up and study all night. I had a couple slow nights and wasn’t able to pay him back.”
“How much do you owe?” Capone croons. He’s such a fucking savior.
“A couple grand. Not too much but enough that I can’t pay him back right now.”
It’s my turn to ask questions. “Where can we find him?”
I want to yell at Gina for getting herself involved in something like this. If she needed the money that bad, she could have asked the brothers and we would have given her the money. I would have told her to stay off the prescription bills, though. Drugs are all around and the more people want them, the more they pop up.
What I don’t like is someone taking advantage of my girls.
