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Hawk
“What do you want, Mike?” I grunt out. I don’t want to have to owe him a favor. He’s a fuckin’ asshole and loves the control.
I know he wants to take over my club but I’m not giving it up. I worked hard to be president and I worked hard for my club.
“Hawk, you wanna know how I got that photo? I want to use your fence here,” he points to the woods in the back of my clubhouse.
With us being in close counties, each of our areas have different set up. Mine has the woods and he’s closer to the next state.
“What are you wantin’ to run?”
He shrugs. “Haven’t decided. We’ll talk.”
Fuck. “Fine. We’ll talk. Why do you have that picture?”
“Some suit brought it over and offered us fifty large to find your girl and kill her kid.”
My jaw about falls to the ground. “What did he look like?”
Michelangelo smirks, he knows he has me where he wants me. “He looked Italian. Something about her runnin’ away from some dude in Chicago. He wants her back. He wants her back really bad he will do anything to get her.”
“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” I rake my hand over my face and try to cool the red hot anger bubbling inside of me. “Do you still have cameras in your clubhouse?”
“What the fuck? Do we have cameras?” Gear snips with anger.
I want to punch him in the throat. “You become prez, and I’ll fill you in on all the dirty details. But I will tell you to wear pants more, you fucker. I keep seein’ you swing dick all the time.”
Capone chuckles in the back of his throat. “Next chick I’m gonna bang, I’ll bring her by and let you watch. Now that you’re all wifed up, it’s gonna be a long time before you get your dick sucked.”
“Can we stick to the subject?” Michelangelo demands. Since he was in prison for his bid, he’s all about keeping time. Everything has a time limit and he likes it that way.
Frankly, it bothers the fuck out of me. I hate feeling as if I’m on a time limit.
“What did you tell him?”
“Well, I actually told him I’m gonna send it to my boy, Maucho, and Maucho said something about comin’ here because you might be interested in the info. Is that right?”
He’s baiting me and as he hooks me, he takes a gulp of his beer.
“That’s my woman. I want my woman to be looked after. Gear, go sit on Gina’s place. That’s where she lives.”
He grumbles under his breath. “You gotta get over it! We pedal that shit all the time!”
“Fuck off, prez,” he mumbles and hops in his truck to take off.
“Would love to stay here and watch your man disrespect you, but I’d love to hit some strange here,” Michelangelo retorts and pulls at the belt on his pants.
“You’re a sick bastard.”
My phone rings in my back pocket. “Hello?”
“Hawk, it’s Kaylie,” Kaylie yells in the phone line.
I can’t handle anymore surprises right now. All of this shit has got to end. “What?”
She groans. “I just wanted to let you know I let your girl go today. She called off work and I told her to not bother coming in.”
