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After Betsy offered quick directions to the old motel, and Hawk’s room, she gently pushed Izzy’s back until she left the kitchen.
“Better hurry,” Betsy said from behind. “Because Lara is right. If you don’t, he’ll fuck someone else.”
As Izzy walked down the hallway of the old motel, turning right, then left, and right again, the only thought in her head was that she’d stepped into some alternate dimension where men made demands and women responded with excitement. Yet, as she carried the tray to Hawk’s room, she couldn’t help but wonder what else he wanted. And if she’d be willing to give it to him.
She used her elbow to hit the elevator button. As she waited, she noticed a green, ceramic Tyrannosaurus Rex dinosaur statue on the table near the elevator. It was about a foot tall, and he held a sign stretched between his small hands that said, “How do you make a dinosaur come? Yank his tail.”
How very odd. She hit the elevator button again when the phone in her back pocket buzzed, startling her. She put the tray on the table next to the dinosaur, accidentally knocking him over, and checked the text from Agent Miller.
Call me back. Now.
ChapterEight
Hawk studied the compound’s backyard from his bedroom window. The pool had been drained, again, due to hidden leaks. The fighting ring they’d set up on the lawn looked like a black bruise on the green grass. The empty picnic tables and grills were a stark reminder that few of his brothers had families of their own. It was times like this that he missed his own brothers and wished for a family of his own.
He fisted his hands and turned back to the room that held a queen bed, a desk and chair, and an old dresser. All courtesy of the local thrift shop. Izzy’s duffel bag, which Drac had delivered earlier, lay near his closet. His clothes lying on the floor, along with the empty beer bottles on every surface, made him wish he’d never left the army. A part of him had craved order and discipline. Unfortunately, the other part of him was an asshole with a temper. And that was the part the army hadn’t liked. His temper was a truth about himself that he could usually control. But when he’d found Izzy in the kitchen talking to the sweet butts, he’d gotten irrationally angry.
He didn’t want her with those women. It’s not that there was anything wrong with them. They were sweet, beautiful, and accommodating. But he’d also fucked them in every way possible and didn’t want Izzy to know. Usually, it was easy to keep his sexual life totally separate from the rest of his life. But now he wanted to hide his entire past from Izzy, and hide his feelings for her from the club. He wasn’t ashamed of his past or the fact he’d fallen in love. He just didn’t want her to think he compared her to anyone else, and he didn’t want the club to believe he had divided loyalties. She was the most incredible woman he’d ever been with, and he didn’t want the club to know or they’d use it against him.
He’d learned firsthand— in the military and in the MC—the bonds that drew men together were more fragile than any of them would ever admit. With that depressing thought in mind, he picked up his clothes and tossed them into a plastic laundry basket.
“Hawk?” Izzy stood in the open doorway holding a serving tray filled with food. She curtsied before saying, “May I enter?”
He smiled at the sharp edge in her voice. He’d known his demand would irritate her and it was part of the reason why he’d done it. The other part was to throw off the others in the clubhouse. He was in a predicament. He loved Izzy, but he couldn’t let anyone know. Especially not her.
He pointed toward his desk. “Put it there.”
She placed the tray on the desk and crossed her arms over her chest. A move that only pressed her breasts up higher. “Is there anything else you need, my lord and master?” She nodded toward the clothes on the floor. “Perhaps you’d allow me to wash your underwear?”
He closed the door and laughed. The sound helped ease the pain in his chest. “You can do my laundry later. But If I asked you to feed me now, would you?”
Her eyes narrowed and she opened her mouth to say something. Until, suddenly, she laughed and shook her head. “You are such an ass.”
“Not really. But I need to play the part in public.” He moved his chair back to the desk so he could eat. “How is your hand feeling?”
She sat on the edge of her bed and looked at the white bandage. “It doesn’t hurt at all. I’ve been keeping it dry.”
“Good.” He shoveled the food into his mouth and drank his coffee. “Mac will be returning later today with antibiotics. I still want you to take them.”
She waved her wounded hand around, motioning to the messy room. “I am at your command.”
He laughed again and wiped his mouth before taking another sip of coffee. “So, what do you think of the clubhouse?”
“Besides the fact I feel like I’ve been dropped into an alternate world, the women seem nice and the men are really scary. I do love the huge kitchen, though. Especially the Sub-Zero fridge and Wolf stove. Although I’m sure about some of the décor.”
He took a huge bite of bacon. “Must be so different from your life at Harvard.”
Her smile disappeared and she stared at him with green eyes that turned darker with each passing second. “How do you know about that?”
He took his time eating, drinking, and using his napkin. Mostly because he needed to tread lightly and not scare her. “As you may have noticed, we’re not just a group of redneck bikers. We own many, many businesses—most of them legitimate. We have bank accounts, lawyers, and IT consultants.”
She sighed. “Now that you know my identity, you ran a background check on me?”
“Kind of.” He pushed the tray away and sat back with his coffee. He watched her closely and noticed she wasn’t wearing the ring she’d had on earlier. The ring worth twenty million dollars that his club was determined to take from her. “Izzy, when you were fucking me, did you know who I was?”
“You mean did I know you were the VP of an outlaw MC?” She tilted her head and licked her lips. “Not at first. Tish eventually filled me in.”
He nodded. He’d spent enough time with her to recognize the truth. “I’d hate to think that while I was sucking your nipples you were using me as protection against the Black Jacks.”
