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I sucked in a sharp breath.
What the hell had I done?
HAWK
Robert started laughing, watching his friends, who were looking a little more unsure than their buddy. Maybe they were smarter. Maybe they knew who the fuck they were dealing with.
“I’ll get my stu—” Missy started before I held up my hand.
“I wasn’t talking to you,” I answered. Instead, I pointed at the asshole who had just attacked her. “Robert, take your boys. Get out. Don’t come back.”
Missy’s face dropped, and her eyes flicked around with worry. “Hawk… it’s fine. You don’t—”
“The hell is going on?” Bishop roared as he and a handful of brothers joined the group. His eyes moved from one person to the next, clearly feeling the tension in the air. He ended his examination on the asshole in question. “Robert?”
Asshole.
“Your boy here just tried to fucking fire me.” Robert chuckled, shaking his head.
“And why would he do that?” Bishop inquired with his eyebrow raised.
“’Cause he grabbed Missy,” Blue cut in. “Bruised her fucking wrist.”
“Bitch slapped me,” Robert snapped, standing a little taller, his chest huffing and puffing.
That was it.
My body felt like it was on fire.
I was done with this bastard.
I rushed forward so quickly he didn’t have time to put up any kind of defense. Pulling my fist back, my right hook connected square with his jaw, throwing his body off-kilter and forcing him to fall against the table. I drove the left hook hard into his ribs, each blow so fucking satisfying, easing the fire that felt like it was burning across my skin.
“You’ve got five minutes to pack your shit and get out,” Bishop announced, his eyes narrowed on Robert, the rest of his buddies looking on in shock and confusion.
Robert braced his hands on the table, his heavy ass fighting hard to stay vertical. “We’ve signed fucking contracts,” Robert raged, turning his head and spitting a mouthful of blood onto the ground beside him before focusing his darkened glare on Missy. “We gave up other work to take this job. You just gonna let one of your bitches rule? Ha! Weak.”
Bishop scoffed. There were certain things you never questioned. I couldn’t help but grin as he turned, the lights shining out from the clubhouse, highlighting the deviance in his eyes.
There was a reason he was our president.
Drew and Ian were already moving, ushering partygoers back inside, someone inside turning the music up a little louder, isolating the area we were standing in.
“Missy, go inside,” I ordered.
“But—”
“Inside. Someone will show you to my room.”
“Come on.” Blue pressed a hand to Missy’s back, a move that had my fists clenching at my sides. My brother caught the movement, the corner of his mouth curling as he directed her back toward the clubhouse. She pushed against him for a moment, her lips open just a breath.
I raised my eyebrows, daring her to fucking say something.
Missy finally pursed her lips.
She was smart.
Because she knew while this had started with her, it had now become a club matter.
