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“Horny as one, too.” Thor cleared his throat and motioned to the doorway leading to the bedrooms. “Good morning, ladies.”
Three scantily clad women, all wearing various types of black lingerie, hovered in space between the kitchen and hall, clutching each other. Three different heights. Three different hair colors. Three different body shapes. The one thing they all had in common? Giant tits. Hawk glanced at Thor who was probably right. The chances were very good that these women had come from Twitch’s room.
Hawk motioned to the women to come in. “We’re leaving. Kitchen is yours.”
Thor winked at them. “When we’re done with church, a hot breakfast would be nice.”
The women giggled as Hawk passed them to leave the room, and he sneezed. They even smelled like Twitch’s aftershave, a cross between lemon detergent and leather polish.Two minutes later, Hawk led the way into the chapel—the large room on the second floor of the Powder House that they used for church, aka mandatory club meetings. Hawk sat in his assigned seat, on the president’s left. Thor placed his laptop on the table and sat across and one seat down from Hawk.
“What do you think the chances are that those sweet butts will make us breakfast?” His stomach rumbled at the thought.
“Pretty good.” Thor pulled a cigarette and a lighter from the inside pocket of his cut and lit up. “One of them is working on Twitch to become his old lady.”
Hawk nodded. He didn’t care either way, as long as they made him eggs and bacon. He checked his watch. “It’s six o’clock. Everyone else is late.”
“They’ll show.” Thor took a deep drag on his cigarette and blew out a smoke circle. “What’s this all about anyway?”
“We got trouble coming.” He could feel that truth in his gut as he smoothed the documents on the table. “Can you check the security camera footage from your laptop? Cali said he marked the time when a visitor showed up last night.” He hated admitting that he wasn’t exactly sure what Cali had meant by marking the time, but luckily Thor was their resident computer expert.”
Thor opened the laptop and started typing. “I see it.” He frowned as he scrolled. “What am I looking for... holy shit.” His eyes widened and he swung the laptop around so Hawk could see the frozen screen. “Is this what you mean by trouble coming?”
Hawk pulled the laptop closer. At ten-thirty last night, the camera had caught a man beneath the security light outside the front gate. He wore a black beanie and his black leather jacket had no markings. But the man’s profile was visible, including the scar that ran across his cheek from his lips to his ear. It was Nine, the Black Jack’s Sergeant-at-Arms and infamous asshole. “Fuck.”
ChapterFive
Izzy rolled over and bumped into the wall. “Ow.” She rubbed her head and opened her eyes, not quite sure where she was. Slowly, she began her mental walkthrough of new life. Her scratchy blankets had replaced her silk bedding. The low scratching sounds in the walls weren’t anything like the gentle knock of her maid bringing her breakfast in bed. And the horrid scent of mildew was the complete opposite of her lavender-infused sheets and pillows.
“Ugh.” She forced herself to sit up and adjusted her body on the narrow bed so she wouldn’t fall off. Although she’d done what she’d known was right, some mornings she regretted her decision to leave her safe, privileged life in Boston for this shithole apartment in Virginia. That’s when she had to remind herself that her safety in Boston had been an illusion. And now that she knew the truth about her stepfather, there was no going back to that pampered, protected world.
Although, she had to admit, right now she’d love a tray of hot tea, warm chocolate croissants, and a bowl of her favorite Greek yogurt with fresh strawberries. Then the memories of the night before flooded in: her wounded hand, the biker possibly waiting for her in the dark, andHawk.The uber-hot biker who turned her normally intelligent conversation into drivel, whose touch made her wobbly, whose kisses left her desperately wanting more.
Except he hadn’t kissed her last night.
She hated to admit her disappointment. Since leaving him in that motel room a few weeks earlier, she deliberately didn’t think about where he now went for satisfaction. It was too painful.
Sighing, she checked her watch lying on the bedside table. It was almost seven, and she needed to get her act together if she was going to survive this nightmare. Then shesearched the bed for her gun, except it wasn’t there. Her heart revved beneath her breasts, and she glanced at her hand to see the silver Claddagh.Thank goodness. She wasn’t happy her gun was missing, but at least she had the ring.
No noise came from the family room, so she assumed Hawk was still asleep. She hadn’t fought his decision about spending the night because the truth was she hated sleeping alone in the apartment. After he’d left her alone, she’d woken up to find her gun and her ring before falling back asleep. She always felt safer when they were close.
She swung her legs off the edge of the bed and stood. Her hand, still bandaged, didn’t hurt nearly as much. As she moved through her morning routine in the bathroom, keeping her hand dry, all of her limited options ran through her head. She’d saved up some money, and she needed transportation. Maybe, if she asked nicely, Hawk wouldhelp her with the car situation. If she could trade in her Kia, maybe she’d have enough for a small used vehicle. She doubted it, but a woman could hope.
Once she’d dressed in jeans, white T-shirt, Converse sneakers, and had braided her hair, she packed all of her few belongings into her duffel. She did this every morning since she always needed to be ready to leave without any notice. As she zipped up, she noticed the small prepaid phone in the outside pocket.
Should she or shouldn’t she?
Her indecision warred in her mind and she turned the ring around and around on her finger. If she made the call, everything would change. But if things were about to change anyway, she had to have options. She pulled out the prepaid phone she’d yet to use and opened it to see the preprogrammed number. She wasn’t worried about the phone call giving away her location. She was worried about the new cycle of misery the call would set into motion. A new cycle that might be her only way out, if her contact was to be believed.
After a long minute of internal warfare, she put the phone into the pocket and zipped it up. Happy with her choice, she left her room to wake up Hawk and find her gun. Since she had had it when she’d fallen asleep, he must have taken it. But instead of finding Hawk, she saw a strange man sitting on the stool near the counter, drinking coffee and eating a jelly donut. His phone, propped up against one of the candles, played a cartoon. Because his back was toward her, she saw the back of his black leather cut. The top rocker said “Devil’s Renegades” with the bottom rocker sporting a “Prospect” patch. The logo in the center was of a skeletal death head surrounded by angel’s wings.
“Who are you?” She wasn’t nervous since she assumed Hawk had sent the prospect over. But she was annoyed because she’d been hoping to talk to Hawk about her transportation situation.
The tall man with long blond hair tied behind his neck turned to face her, and she tried to hide her sudden inhale. She’d spent a lot of time around wealthy men, both in college and afterwards, but this man with his high cheekbones and blue eyes had to be one of the most handsome she’d ever met.
Except for Hawk, of course.
“Hey.” He placed his coffee on the counter and held out a hand. “I’m Cali. Hawk sent me here to protect you.”
She wanted to argue the point about protection, but she wasn’t stupid. Until she figured out who that biker had been last night, she was happy to hide behind the extra muscle. Not sure what to say, she motioned to the donut on his plate, near the white bakery bag. “Did you bring any more donuts?”
