Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
What the hell was wrong with her? Diana was just messing with her. She was angry about being kicked out of the club and was taking it out on her. But—and this was a big but—she couldn’t help wondering exactly how much of it was true.
****
Business had gone swimmingly. The guns had been transported and sold. The cash was already secured, and the club had stopped at a rundown motel and had set a few trash cans on fire for light and warmth. The beer was flowing, and Hawk’s mind was not on the run he’d just successfully accomplished, but on a certain brunette waiting for him back home.
A couple of the guys had found a few women for the night and were back in the rooms, testing them out.
He loved when business went well, especially when it came to the gun runs. They were high-risk, almost as high-risk as the drugs they moved from the port to some of the cities and warehouses. Again, it was just business. Lucrative. This was what his father had set up before he passed away. It was a deal that meant zero bloodshed.
There were many reasons why they were feared. His father had often told him the key to survival was to always be one step ahead of the game. It was why he always arrived on the job early, always picked the location, and before entering any potential problem, he had it checked out. The guys were not interested in serving jail time.
He wasn’t going to let any of them go to prison, or head back there. Some of the guys had done their time. It was par for the course at the club. He’d served a short time when he was in his early twenties. “Possession with intent to distribute” was what they had gotten him with at the time.
He’d been collecting the drugs that had been distributed across the towns where they were stationed. Nearly eighteen years ago, several women ended up dead, overdosed on product, and his dad hadn’t been too happy about that. At first, he thought it was down to the supplier who’d simply given them a dodgy batch. That hadn’t been the case. Someone else had been cooking the drugs in town, distributing them with the hope of the Devil’s Beasts MC taking the fall.
During their investigation, he got caught, didn’t talk, and got sentenced. Jail was no fun, but he got through. The club had contacts on the inside, and while he was there, he was able to help with business as well.
After he went down, his father got out of dealing with drugs. Now they simply transported it and the town’s streets were clean. It was in his own way, that his father had told him he loved him. He felt responsible for getting his son sent away.
Hawk didn’t mind. Sure, he was pissed about getting caught, but it was just another way to prove to the club that he had their backs. When he got out, the club gave him a big celebration, his father taught him how to run the club, the businesses they owned, and the changes they made.
His father never outright told him he loved him, but he didn’t need to. Actions spoke louder than words. Besides, they didn’t need all of that sharing feelings shit.
“A good run today, Boss,” Dan said, coming to sit with him.
They clinked their beer bottles together, and took long sips.
“It was.”
They were sitting in silence, and Hawk watched as Needle grabbed one of the women and started to undress her. The woman laughed and was more than happy to have men’s eyes on her.
His thoughts drifted to Nikki. She wouldn’t want any man’s eyes on her but his. Hawk wouldn’t want anyone to even look at her. That woman belonged to him, all him.
Dan reached into his jacket and pulled out a folded-up piece of paper. “Found this on one of the bitches back at the clubhouse.”
Hawk frowned. He didn’t like conducting personal business on the road, Dan knew that. He went to place it into his pocket.
“You’ll want to read it, Boss,” Dan said.
He rarely called him Hawk, Prez, or even President. It was mostly Boss.
Unfolding the piece of paper, he saw it was a message:
Be careful who you fuck. We’re watching!
“Is this some kind of joke?” Hawk asked.
Dan shook his head. “It was attached to Nikki’s car window.”
Now Hawk tensed up. “What?”
“Look, I know you don’t want the club to know, and I get it. It’s your business, but you did ask us to keep an eye on her, and well, Darlene saw this attached to her window and wanted to give it to me. She didn’t want Nikki seeing it or freaking out.”
He’d not seen Nikki for nearly five days. Before he left, he did warn her it would be a few days before he returned. She was already under strict instructions not to go to the club, and if there was anything she needed, she was to call him.