Page 51 of Hawk
I chuckle. “If your skin wasn’t made’a leather, it woulda been easier, asshole!”
The front door to the tattoo parlor opens and I smell the sweet smelling woman who has taken over all rational thinking. I know what I’m about to do is crazy as fuck, but it has to be done. If I wanted to keep the safety of Maci and her daughter, they need to stay under my watch.
I just have to get Maci on board.
This is going to be a mother fucking nightmare.
I’m to a good place where I can stop and I nudge my customer to look at me. “How about you go smoke.” I gave him an order and he immediately took it.
I love it when people follow directions.
Maci is looking around the parlor with her eyes wide open. I have only just met her, but my infatuation with her is way too strong to ignore. She’s mine and I protect what’s mine.
“Why am I here?”
I look behind her to see a young girl who is about the same height as Maci but is skinnier than needed. Her jeans barely hang on her hips and she has the same beauty as her mom.
“Who’s this?” She asks to her mom.
“My name is Hawk. This is my parlor.”
“What kinda name is Hawk?” She blurts.
Maci giggles and raises her foot to kick her in the butt. “I said the same thing. I guess it is a biker thing.”
Her daughter looks over at me with disdain and confusion. I’m thinking she is mad at me for interrupting her night. What she doesn’t know is she’s going to be even more mad.
I reach into my back pocket and fish out my wallet. My hand lands on two twenties and I hand them over to her kid. “Why don’t you get us a couple of burgers and fries.”
“Can I keep the change?”
Maci’s eyes widen. “Rude much?”
The kid has spunk. I will give her that.
“Yeah, you can have the change.”
“I like this dude,” she murmurs and walks across the street.
“Why am I here?” Maci asks the second the door closes.
“You’re here because the guy you are running from has contacted my cousin’s club. The fucker has widened his hit on you.”
Her eyes look over at Gear who shrugs. He is here in case I need back up.
“You and your kid are staying with me at my house.”
“You have got to be kidding me!” She scoffs.
Gear chuckles and looks across the street. I know he’s looking out for Gina who should be just about coming in for her shift.
“He’s not kiddin’, sweetheart.”
He doesn’t usually talk a lot, but you can tell he cares about the women we protect in our club. You can tell they are the ones he cares about. The man is a fuckin’ asshole, though.
“We can’t just move in with you,” Maci explains.
I place my hands on her waist and bring her closer to me. “Remember earlier? I meant what I said. You’re mine. I protect what’s mine.”
