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He laughed. “It’s good to see you, sweetheart. Take care of yourself.”
Once the doctor was gone, I stuffed the bottle of pain meds in my pocket and took out the two capsules of antibiotics before putting the bottle in my other pocket. I poured a glass of tea and went up to the office where Hawk had gone as soon as he’d walked through the door with his brother.
Jet stood in the doorway and I paused long enough to take in the sight of him wearing his cut again. Damn it. What was it about that damn aged leather vest that made this man even more appealing to me? Jet Hannigan was without a doubt the sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on, but that vest only heightened my awareness of him.
His eyes caught mine and I wasn’t as quick to hide my reaction to him as I normally would have been. I saw the desire flare in his olive-jade green eyes. He straightened and held out his hand for me. Helplessly I placed my hand in his and let his heat soak into me for a moment, savoring the electricity that shot up my arm and straight through my heart before moving to the most intimate part of my body.
I gave myself five seconds of it before pulling away and forcing my brain to block him out as I got down to the job at hand. Gritting my teeth, I glanced at Hawk, who was sitting in the chair in front of Bash’s desk. He lifted his head when he noticed me standing there and I offered him the glass of tea.
“What’s this?”
“Something to drink so you can take your antibiotics,” I informed him.
He put the glass on the edge of the desk. “No,” he said and went back to talking about Santino and his men.
If he thought I was just going to go away, he was out of his mind. I’d made a promise to Raven to take care of her brothers and that meant this stubborn-ass man as well. “We can do this the easy way, where you take them on your own, or the hard way. Please don’t make me do it the hard way.”
“Go away, Flick. I’m busy here,” Hawk growled.
I looked at Bash who was sitting in his chair, looking dangerous as always but amused. “Get up, Pres. We’re going to have to do this the hard way.” Bash smirked and got to his feet. “Be careful. We don’t want to bust his stitches.”
Bash nodded as he walked around the desk. Hawk glared up at him and started to get up, but thankfully Uncle Jack was standing close and grabbed his arms, locking him into place. Bash dropped down onto Hawk’s lap, careful of his two wounds. I figured his sitting on Hawk was a lot better than him trying to hold his shoulders down and risk busting the stitches open. I nodded at both men as I grabbed the glass of tea.
“Fuck you guys,” Hawk snarled as he tried to pull out of Uncle Jack’s hold. Normally he would have been able to without even trying, but he was in pain and the loss of blood had made him weak. “Don’t you fucking do it, Flick.”
“You can still do this the easy way, Hawk,” I assured him as I offered him the capsules. All he had to do was swallow them and I would go away until it was time for us to leave for the airport.
“Get off me, Bash.” His roar echoed through the room and out into the clubhouse. The entire building went quiet and I could just picture all eyes pointed up at the office.
I shrugged. “Okay. The hard way it is.” I grabbed his hair in one fist and pulled his head back a little rougher than actually necessary. He yelped as I tugged a few hairs free and then used his open mouth to my advantage. I shoved the two capsules into his mouth and poured in a small drink of tea before covering his mouth and nose with my hands.
He struggled against my hold, but I held firm and after a few more seconds he had no choice but to swallow. Shaking my head at him, I released him and headed for the door. “See you in twelve hours.”
Jet caught my hand as I passed and I let him hold it for a moment, once again savoring his heat, before leaving the men to discuss business.
Chapter Ten
Jet
Planes weren’t a form of transportation that I was used to taking. Having spent my entire life in the Club had put the “ride or die” mentality into me. I rarely drove a cage, using my bike to get me from point A to point B the majority of the time. This was only my third time flying and I wasn’t anywhere near excited about it.
Luckily the plane wasn’t crowded so the eight of us were spread out and comfortable. That wasn’t the problem. It was my tossing stomach and the edginess from what was going on that had me
glancing around the tin box with wings like the caged wolf I was.
Uncle Jack and Trigger were in a hushed but heated conversation a few rows back, but I could guess what they were talking about. Uncle Jack was taking his granddaughter being snatched about as well as anyone could expect. His old Irish ass was already discussing with Trigger how he wanted to kill the bastards. As for Trigger, I only knew what Hawk did. That there was a chance that Gracie was his daughter and not Craig Morgan’s. Hawk and Trigger had decided to keep that little bit of information to themselves after Trigger had made his confessions. They were probably wishing they had spoken up about her possible paternity long before now, though. If they had, then maybe the Morgans wouldn’t have bothered to snatch Gracie.
Spread out around the rest of the plane, Raider, Colt, and Matt looked like they could sleep the whole way to New York. Hawk wasn’t so lucky. He hadn’t touched the pain pills Doc Robertson had prescribed when he had reluctantly discharged Hawk a few hours before. He had only taken the antibiotics because Flick had gotten Bash and Uncle Jack to sit on him long enough for her to force them down his throat.
From his seat across the aisle from me, I could tell he was in some serious pain and I didn’t know if that was contributing to the green tint to his face or if he got just as sick when flying as I did. I’d downed two Dramamine before climbing on board the plane, but that shit wasn’t doing what it promised to do.
Beside me, Flick shifted as she flipped the page of her magazine. Hawk was pissed that we had brought her, but I hadn’t put up nearly as big a fight as I could have about her coming with us. I hadn’t wanted to leave her behind and there was no way I was going to stay when my bother was walking into the unknown. Bash had wanted to come, just as much as Raven had, but both had to stay and deal with the shit storm still brewing after the Italians had targeted us.
“I kind of hope he passes out so I won’t have to force those damn antibiotics down his throat again,” Flick muttered as she lifted her head long enough to glance over at Hawk before turning back to her magazine. “Think he’s going to hate me forever?”
From the bored expression on her beautiful face, someone wouldn’t realize that she was feeling hurt by that thought. But I could tell by the way her fingers trembled as she turned the page of her magazine that the thought of Hawk hating her forever bothered her more than she wanted anyone to see. I couldn’t help the shot of jealousy that pierced my chest.
Clenching my jaw, I shrugged. “He’ll get over it in a few days. He’s just got a lot of shit going on in his head right now. Once he has Gracie back where she belongs, he’ll calm down.”
