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Pierce’s IT men, both their eyes glued to a large monitor.
    “Viper.” Hawk waited for the computer genius to turn around. “Anything?”
    Viper shook his head ‘no’. “Still tracking her. We know she bought a one-way ticket, so we’re thinking she’s going to stay for a while. So get packed, Backhander will probably have us heading to Miami soon. ”
    “Do you know where she’s staying?”
    Hawk didn’t turn around when he heard Pierce’s voice coming up behind him, the sweet sound raising the fine hairs on the back of his neck. He had to get the fuck out of there. “You can reach me on my cell, Viper. I’m going out.”
    “We convene at 0700,” Pierce called after him, but Hawk refused to acknowledge the order.
    Hawk straddled his Ducati and gunned the powerful engine before roaring up the alley and into a row of moving cars without stopping. He weaved in and out of traffic like he was in a high-speed chase. It was after eleven p.m. and the night crowd was just coming out to have a little fun… and so was Hawk. He’d die from desert dick before Pierce would get off his high horse.
    He swerved over three lanes, just missing the median barrier and accelerated to seventy-five mph onto the I95 on-ramp. He’d get off at Baltimore Avenue and let that take him to Dupont, Washington DC’s gay district. The sleek all black machine rumbled deliciously between his thighs and Hawk found himself flexing his muscles tighter and squeezing the throttle in anticipation of receiving some much needed release.
    Hawk sped past Victorian style homes, thrift shops, apartment complexes, strip malls, until he saw the lights of Dupont ahead. He had a nagging urge to turn around at the thought of another faceless fuck. There was only one face that kept coming to his mind. A soft angelic face, with plump pink lips and a roman nose. Bright blue eyes that were like the sky on a perfect sunny day. Hawk groaned at his rising cock and wished he could adjust it while he slowed his bike and eased into the parking lot of Cobalt’s bar.
    He pulled off his helmet and laid it on the seat of the bike. Walking in to the dark club he quickly took in his surroundings. The large two level bar was full of taut, willing bodies. Men were gyrating to fast-paced techno on the dance floor. He looked up at the second level and had to blink his eyes back into focus because of the multi-colored strobe lights hanging from the ceiling – he never did like those things. His eyes finally adjusted and he could see as if they had spotlights on inside instead of strobes. He knew his eyes were practically glowing and he thought about pulling his shades out of his pocket and putting them on when he caught more than a few curious stares. He needed to calm down. His emotions greatly affected his sight. Pierce had him extremely upset by his recent behavior towards him and his team.
    He removed his leather coat, went to the far side of the long bar and took a vacant seat beside a young guy with blond, tousled hair. His frame was perfect, significantly smaller than his own, smooth alabaster skin peeked out from under his metallic see-through shirt. His face was void of any facial hair or even stubble. When Hawk spoke up and ordered a beer, the petite man turned his blue-gray eyes in his direction and flashed him a megawatt, even, white smile.
    “Wow! Your eyes are so pretty,” he said staring boldly. “Damn. Are those contacts?”
    Hawk took the beer that was placed in front of him and took a long gulp before he finally gave the cute blonde his attention. “No honey. They’re not.”
    He watched him shake his head in disbelief. “Gotta be.”
    “No they don’t ‘gotta be’ .” Hawk fought not to roll his eyes. He took another couple of deep gulps and realized he was already at the bottom of the bottle. Shit. This ain’t gonna work. Gotta go stronger. He didn’t want to think that he’d rather be in his own bed with a certain strategic genius in there