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Hawk
Hawk relaxed in his chair and stared at the small dark woman sitting opposite him. Fiercely intelligent, very dark, almost black eyes stared right into his and he smiled, she didn’t. The girl who had been sitting on the couch was an ice cool beauty, but this one, this one was all dark fire and passion. Not as tall or as conventionally beautiful as the blonde, instead she was short, dark and exotic. He had no idea what her body looked like because she was dressed in a bulky leather coat that hid her entirely. Her black hair was pulled back in a tight braid and her face was clean of any make-up. Her skin was golden caramel, what he could see of the little that was visible. But it was those big almond shaped eyes with the mile long lashes that drew him. They snapped and smouldered with fire and anger and that’s what stirred him.
Something inside him wanted to tame her, make her submit to him, make her give him everything.
What the fuck?
This was getting fucked up pretty damned fast. She was not his type. Definitely not his type and he would not be going there even if his cock wanted her, badly. He needed her for something totally different.
“You misunderstand, little bird. It’s not how much I want, it’s what I want.”
He watched as something flashed in her eyes. Rick immediately sat forward and swore softly. He ignored him, for now at least. This was the way things were done in their world. Rick was a brother, he would understand, eventually.
“So name your price, Hawk.”
He smiled again as she snapped at him with irritation in that smoky, sexy voice.
“My price is you, little bird.”
She frowned in confusion.
“What do you mean? I’m not sure I fully understand what it is you want from me. Why don’t you spell it out for me.”
She just couldn’t help herself, this little bird. So very snappy. He was going to enjoy this.
“My price, little bird, is you. You, in my club, for six months, doing what you do but you will be doing it for us.”
He watched as fury flashed in those dark eyes and she slowly sat forward in her chair. Derrick snapped a hand onto her shoulder and gripped tightly but she ignored her brother as she glared at him. As she stared at him her eyes turned into dark cold ice. And what came out of her mouth shocked him speechless.
“Cole “Hawk” Walker. Thirty eight. President of the Iron Dogz for the last seven years. You were voted in after the sudden death of your father Gage “Bounty” Walker in a car accident at the age of 52. Mother, Erin Mallory Walker, died of breast cancer 13 years ago at age 43. Married Candice “Candy” Collins at 24 after getting her pregnant, lost the child, divorced at 26, a year after your mother’s death.
“Iron Dogz Trucking became very successful under your rule. Your club has connections to several persons of interest to the SAPS and Interpol. No arrests, but several times noted as a person of interest and pulled in for questioning.
“You live in the family home on the Iron Dogz property with your paternal aunt, Beryl Davids. You have three regular women, Laney Wills, Jane Warne and Lizzy Hamilton. Wills has had two pregnancy terminations, Warne has had one. They terminated because the kids weren’t yours. So far Hamilton hasn’t conceived but she has been trying, so I’d watch my sperm if I were you.
“Your best friends are your cousin and Vice President, Gray “Ice” Walker, thirty seven, and Sergeant-At-Arms, Nate “Kid” Warne, thirty eight, brother to Jane Warne. The Iron Dogz has a long standing truce with the Road Warriors and is allied to the Sinner’s Sons as is the Warriors. You have history with and are bitter enemies of the Evil Disciples’ and lately the ED’s have started pushing into the Iron Dogz territory. Soon there will be more than just pushing.”
Hawk sat silent as those ice cold dark eyes ripped into him and started a fire in his gut. They had a mole, as Wimpie had warned him, and fucking leaks to see to, soon, but first he had to force her to his hand. This angry little bird who, if she was who they said she was, would find his mole for him.
“The Crow is all about information and retribution. I acquire it any way I have to, and it is a known fact that I pay very well for any and all information I don’t have to extract. Your club has been leaking information like a damned sieve for a few months now. Your club pussy and private pussy leak information. Your hang-arounds leak information without even realising they are doing it. Some brothers talk when they are pissed and banging club pussy. I collect it all for when I might need it, like right now.”
She sighed and sat back in her chair, resting her small hands on the arms of the chair.
“I live quietly and do my job. As far as possible I’m off the grid. I’ll give you three months with no visible interaction. Linking myself to you and your club is not going to happen. It would destroy everything I have built over the last ten years.”
“Ten years? Impossible! You don’t look a day older than twenty two. How fucking old are you?” Ice grated out.
“She’s thirty one.” Derrick answered. “Today actually.”
Hawk grinned and winked at the little bird.
“You going to have a party, little bird? If not, feel free to hang with us tonight, we’ll make sure you have one hell of a birthday.” Hawk watched her as he threw out the invitation. She didn’t blink, didn’t react at all, cold as ice, but those exotic dark eyes burned with icy fire.
“Thanks for the invitation, Hawk, but I’m taking my sister out for dinner tonight.” Rick growled and gave him angry eyes.
“Maybe next time then, little bird.” He grinned and ignored Rick’s angry eyes.
The woman sitting in front of him like a cold statue raised an eyebrow and said not one word. She was locked down tight. As far as he could see everything in her life has been about her family, her club. A family, it seemed, who used her, like Dollar’s spoilt little bitch. Maybe not Rick, he saw the pure rage in his eyes when he caught them and he gave a slight dip of his head. He would take care of the little bird while she worked for him.
“I need your expertise, DC, and I’m not budging on the six months. We’re being pushed, you’re right about that, but we aren’t the only ones being pushed. We’ve had complaints from some of our other chapters and from a few of our support clubs. But now is not the time to talk about this.” He pushed himself up out of his chair and moved around his desk until he stood next to Rick who stood as well. The little bird was up out of the chair and stood silently next to her brother.
“I have some shit to sort out over the next couple of days. Let’s meet back here next Friday night around eight.”
Hawk saw the little bird open her mouth to shoot him down but Rick got in before her and those dark eyes flashed with annoyance.
“I’m in the middle of something and have to get back to it, can’t be here. She’ll be here but with protection. Try and keep it as low profile as possible.”
He almost smiled.
“I can live with that. Just make sure whoever comes with her knows what’s going down. I don’t want some asshole causing shit when things get a little bit hot around here.”
Rick smiled, and not a nice smile at all, and he wondered what the hell that was about.
“Oh yeah, they will know what’s going down. She’ll have two in her close protection detail, they go where she goes.”
“Let’s get those two back in here and sort this shit out.” Hawk wanted this shit done.
Kid went out and came back with the two trailing behind him. The little bitch immediately looking at her sister for help. That shit would have to stop while the little bird worked for him.
“You into Doc’s little ice princess, Dollar?” He asked his eyes on those of the angry little bird before he looked at Dollar.
The little princess’s breathing sped up audibly. Fuck, she was clueless. She wouldn’t last long if she didn’t learn some control.
“Yeah, Boss. I’ll wait out the time but after that I’ll be there to see where this goes.” He immediately answered.
“Fuck. Okay, but if this causes problems with Doc he’ll be taking it out of your hide, not mine.” His eyes captured those of the little bird who stared back, not blinking or looking away.
Fuck. He wanted her.
Leading the way out of his office Hawk moved to the side and watched as Derrick “Rick” Townsend took his sisters out of the club. He had always known that Rick’s father was Doc Michaels, the President of the Johannesburg chapter of the Road Warriors MC. Rick never hid that from him.
What he hadn’t been aware of was that he had a close relationship with his sisters. Rick kept his personal life very personal because of what he did. It was glaringly obvious that he was very protective of them. It was going to be a problem. He had uses for the little bird that might not sit right with his friend. His world wasn’t as black and white as Rick’s.
And then there was his other problem. A sudden and very personal problem.
Hawk wanted that dark little bird, badly. He was going to have to explain that shit to his bitches and they were not going to be happy. He didn’t give a shit though, he wanted the little bird and he would have her.
Tame, in his hand until he’s had his fill and then he’d let her fly away again. Or maybe not, only time would tell.
He felt sorry for Dollar because from the look Rick threw at him as he walked out it was obvious he was going to call him into the ring and beat the shit out of him. Dollar could take care of himself and if he wanted the ice princess for more than just pussy he would have to prove it to Rick and ultimately to Doc Michaels.
Leaning back against the bar he watched as Rick and Dollar escorted the girls out. Narrowing his eyes he watched the controlled way the little bird moved, she was a fighter, he was sure of it.
“Why are you allowing that whore to walk out of here after the shit she just pulled?” Jane asked angrily as she rubbed up against him.
And suddenly it was the last straw after an extremely shitty day.
“Who the fuck do you think you are to question my decisions? Get the fuck away from me.”
Grabbing his beer he stalked away from the bar, snagging Lizzy’s hand and pulling her up the stairs to his room. He needed soft tonight, not Laney’s bitching or Jane’s anger.
Fucking Lizzy didn’t go as he had planned. The little bird’s warning kept hissing in the back of his head. He just couldn’t get into it and gave up trying, settling for making her come with his fingers then sending her away.
He felt sure that once he fucked the little bird he would be back to normal.
Back to fucking all night long, back to having a bed full of pussy whenever he wanted it.
He just had to get the fucking little bird out of his system.
And she would be once he fucked her. He hoped. Fuck.
