her back. She fell back on the mattress, air knocked out of her lungs, before growling in frustration and sliding off.
“I see he’s gotten ruder in prison,” she told Hector, straightening her non-existent pink shorts and tank top. “You should have busted him out before he turned into an asshole.”
She scurried out of the room without a glance back. Hawke smiled wistfully, already wishing he was back at the clubhouse to make her life a living hell.
God, he wished for a lot of things, actually.
“She did miss you, you know,” Hector spoke from the chair, staring at the door like he could see her through it. “She took it hard. Lost her old man and you a year apart. We did our best, and everyone loves her. She’s a good girl.”
Instantly, Hawke’s smile vanished. He shifted his gaze to his brother, and a tight feeling emerged in his chest. All his brother cared about was pussy and beer. He was no fucking role model. It irked him that he would watch Ty grow, mostly because Hawke had a feeling Ty was different. She had been around violence all her life, and it never bothered her. She was such a fucking oddity, standing there in her pink girly clothes, her hair done up all the fucking time, barely blinking when a fight broke out and teeth were lost and blood was spilled.
“Tyler is going to turn into a beautiful woman in a couple of years,” Hawke said sharply. “If you touch her, Hector, I will come for you, and I will kill you.”
Hector’s face dropped, and he looked stunned. They stared at each other for several moments, the tension between them growing thicker by the minute.
“Wow,” Hector finally said, astonished. “That escalated fucking quickly.”
“Tyler doesn’t need to get treated like a whore by you.”
“Why the fuck would I treat Tyler like a whore?”
“Because you have no respect for women.”
“I like to fuck, so what?”
Hawke clenched his teeth. “She’s not one of them.”
“I care about Tyler,” Hector retorted, firmly. “I don’t look at her like that. She’s like a sister to me.”
Hawke tilted his head to the side, smelling his brother’s bullshit from a mile away. “I haven’t heard that line before.”
“This is different than that last time. I’m serious –”
“Just don’t do it.”
Hector dragged his teeth over his bottom lip, something he did when he was pissed. “You see her for five seconds and suddenly you’re all up in that? She’s fucking grown up, Hawke, and when she’s old enough, I can’t be responsible for her choices.”
Hawke’s anger pounded into his skull as he sharply snapped, “She’s off-limits and you fucking know why she needs to stay away.”
“I know why, but she doesn’t.”
“She thinks it’s only because of her old man, and she needs to keep thinkin’ that way.”
“Fine, but that reason isn’t enough to keep her from the club. She’s fucking home there, Hawke. She loves it.”
“The club gives her exposure, makes people wanna look into her.”
“They won’t find shit.”
“Just don’t touch her.”
“You can’t demand those things Hawke without putting a claim on her!”
“Then I’m claiming her,” Hawke said impulsively. “Nobody from the club is to ever touch her.”
“And outside it?”
“Outside it is fine because I want her to move on to someone decent. Just nobody from the club.”
Hector was stunned, but he didn’t question it. He looked away from his older brother and leaned back in his chair. Neither of them spoke after that. It was always like this between them. Always unnatural. Never easy. They were two completely different people, fated as brothers but never with the bond to prove it. Hawke knew it had to be this way. His brother was too loose, and he didn’t trust him with his decisions yet.
They were a doomed duo.
When the doctor finally arrived, Hector excused himself. Made some excuse about needing to make phone calls, but Hawke knew it was bullshit.
Tyler
“I see he’s gotten ruder in prison,” she told Hector, straightening her non-existent pink shorts and tank top. “You should have busted him out before he turned into an asshole.”
She scurried out of the room without a glance back. Hawke smiled wistfully, already wishing he was back at the clubhouse to make her life a living hell.
God, he wished for a lot of things, actually.
“She did miss you, you know,” Hector spoke from the chair, staring at the door like he could see her through it. “She took it hard. Lost her old man and you a year apart. We did our best, and everyone loves her. She’s a good girl.”
Instantly, Hawke’s smile vanished. He shifted his gaze to his brother, and a tight feeling emerged in his chest. All his brother cared about was pussy and beer. He was no fucking role model. It irked him that he would watch Ty grow, mostly because Hawke had a feeling Ty was different. She had been around violence all her life, and it never bothered her. She was such a fucking oddity, standing there in her pink girly clothes, her hair done up all the fucking time, barely blinking when a fight broke out and teeth were lost and blood was spilled.
“Tyler is going to turn into a beautiful woman in a couple of years,” Hawke said sharply. “If you touch her, Hector, I will come for you, and I will kill you.”
Hector’s face dropped, and he looked stunned. They stared at each other for several moments, the tension between them growing thicker by the minute.
“Wow,” Hector finally said, astonished. “That escalated fucking quickly.”
“Tyler doesn’t need to get treated like a whore by you.”
“Why the fuck would I treat Tyler like a whore?”
“Because you have no respect for women.”
“I like to fuck, so what?”
Hawke clenched his teeth. “She’s not one of them.”
“I care about Tyler,” Hector retorted, firmly. “I don’t look at her like that. She’s like a sister to me.”
Hawke tilted his head to the side, smelling his brother’s bullshit from a mile away. “I haven’t heard that line before.”
“This is different than that last time. I’m serious –”
“Just don’t do it.”
Hector dragged his teeth over his bottom lip, something he did when he was pissed. “You see her for five seconds and suddenly you’re all up in that? She’s fucking grown up, Hawke, and when she’s old enough, I can’t be responsible for her choices.”
Hawke’s anger pounded into his skull as he sharply snapped, “She’s off-limits and you fucking know why she needs to stay away.”
“I know why, but she doesn’t.”
“She thinks it’s only because of her old man, and she needs to keep thinkin’ that way.”
“Fine, but that reason isn’t enough to keep her from the club. She’s fucking home there, Hawke. She loves it.”
“The club gives her exposure, makes people wanna look into her.”
“They won’t find shit.”
“Just don’t touch her.”
“You can’t demand those things Hawke without putting a claim on her!”
“Then I’m claiming her,” Hawke said impulsively. “Nobody from the club is to ever touch her.”
“And outside it?”
“Outside it is fine because I want her to move on to someone decent. Just nobody from the club.”
Hector was stunned, but he didn’t question it. He looked away from his older brother and leaned back in his chair. Neither of them spoke after that. It was always like this between them. Always unnatural. Never easy. They were two completely different people, fated as brothers but never with the bond to prove it. Hawke knew it had to be this way. His brother was too loose, and he didn’t trust him with his decisions yet.
They were a doomed duo.
When the doctor finally arrived, Hector excused himself. Made some excuse about needing to make phone calls, but Hawke knew it was bullshit.
Tyler
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