back later to get you,” he said.
Hilary’s mouth formed a perfect O, and her eyes dilated. He
bit back a chuckle as he gently nudged her inside and went to hunt up some
brothers. One thing about the complex, there was always something going on.
The look on Hilary’s face when he’d dropped her off with the
questionable women of Mayhem had been priceless. Hilary wasn’t a snob, per se,
but she had a sheltered feel about her. Clearly her parents had drilled into
her head what a lady did and didn’t do. Though he could tell she’d always
straddled the fence on being proper. She had a streak in her as wild as the
hair on her head. He was amused and disturbed by how much time he was spending
thinking about her.
He discovered Tiny in the game room, engrossed in a game of
a pool with Casanova. Tiny glanced up as Hawk walked in and smirked.
“I wasn’t sure you’d make it back alive.”
“Ha ha. Dick. We have an understanding,” Hawk said.
“How’d you manage that?” Tiny said.
Hawk walked over to stand beside him, leaning back against
the wall as Casanova lined up another shot and sank two more balls.
“Told her the truth. We were trying to save her life. She’s
not stupid; she understands this is how it has to be and why. Now I’m not naïve
enough to think there won’t be bumps in the road.”
“Try trenches,” Tiny said.
“You’re having way too much fun with this shit, you know
that?” Hawk said.
“This is the longest I’ve seen you with a woman. Can’t help
it if I’m amused it’s one I know will give you hell. You’ve grown used to being
the one to give orders. The change of pace will be amusing. Let’s face it; I
can use a little comedic relief in my life about now.”
“You’re all heart,” Hawk drawled.
“Where is the lucky lady who gets to be stuck with your
grumpy ass?” Tiny said.
“Off getting a crash course with Fancy and her crew about
how to be a house mouse.”
Tiny snorted. “I’m sure she’s loving that.”
Casanova scratched, completely missing the cue ball as he
burst into laughter. “Wait, what? Hilary is going to pretend to be a house
mouse? How’s that one going to work? I’ve seen that woman almost make a
prospect cry. Now she’s going to flip the script?” Casanova bent over and
clutched his stomach as he laughed harder. “I-I don’t even think she knows the
meaning of meek.”
“Jesus, fuck you guys,” Hawk said. “I’m going to get a
drink.”
“Yeah, you should. You’re going to need it,” Tiny said.
“Dick,” Hawk said under his breath. Tiny had been with
Boston for about five years, but before then he’d been the same as Hawk. How
easily people forgot what it was like to be single. Not that he was
complaining. He rolled solo by choice. He’d yet to experience the secret brand
of magic woman unleashed that changed men.
“Summer, I need a whiskey straight up.” He leaned against
the bar, admiring the curve of her ass as she walked over and picked up a black-labeled
bottle.
“Where’s Hilary? We saw her leave with you and then she just
disappeared,” said a familiar voice behind him
So much for peace.
Summer set a shot glass in front of him, and he downed it.
Giving a nod of thanks to Summer, he turned to face a concerned-looking Joey,
Juliette, and Evonne.
“At ease, ladies, Hil is fine. She finished up her crap with
the cops and she’s in another room talking to some of the other girls. She’ll
catch up with you later.”
Joey wrinkled her nose. “No offense, but why?”
“She can explain that to you when you see her.” He stared
them down, daring them to ask more. Their eyes widened, and they glanced away. That’s
right, ladies. Don’t forget who’s had your back all this time.
“I’m sorry; we didn’t mean to come at you like a hurricane.
We’re just…on edge and worried,” Juliette said.
“It’s good to have people who care. She’s good. Now if you’ll
excuse me I have a date with a
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