Page 7 of Falcon

“We need to get some ears on the street.”

“We need church,” he scoffed.

I clenched my jaw and took a breath. This was my brother, but giving that order wasn’t his place. “If Raven’s down, you know Hawk has to make that call.”

He looked around, feigning confusion. “Well, where the fuck is he?”

My hand went to his collar, and I jerked him closer until I was in his face. “Are you fucking serious?”

A hard blow went to the side of my face. Still holding onto his shirt, I gave it right back. Butch was a big fucker, but he still was out of line. We both got a few more hits in, not even having time to knock the other to the ground before Rooster was between us, shoving us apart. He said nothing, only glared at us with that crazy stare of his.

“Check yourself, Butch.” I rubbed at the sting in my jaw. “He’s at the hospital. We just fucking got back after driving two days straight with no fucking sleep. Let him make his peace with his old man. He knows the drill.”

Butch crossed his arms like nothing happened and his shoulders loosened. “You’re right. But we gotta regroup. This shit will get out fast, if it hasn’t already. Best time to attack is when shit’s hit the fan.”

“Attack? Who the fuck is attacking us? It’s been quiet for years.” I shook my head. We had the lockdown on the Southeast with alliances with all the known clubs. Nobody was dumb enough to fuck with us because of our size and those alliances. Raven built an empire worthy of a king.

“Well, maybe that’s why this happened. Someone wants to move in on our shit.”

Rooster cocked a brow, still not speaking. I raked my fingers through my hair. Was there someone new in town? Who the fuck would be stupid enough to try?

I headed to the garage to help secure the goods before I made my way to my room. I had to walk through the main floor to get there, though. It was cool having a bar area for the guys where we stayed, but when you were dead on your feet it sucked. Especially after our runs, everyone wanted to shoot the shit and all the bunnies treated you like fresh meat.

Pasting a scowl on, I flung the door open and headed to the bar where Squatch, one of our members, was nursing a beer while a bunny rubbed her tits on him. “Hey, when Hawk pulls in, wake me up.” The big, hairy fucker held a beer up in acknowledgement.

Sugar was behind the bar and leaned against it, pressing her boobs to her chin. “I’ll come wake you up, baby.” She licked her lips and I didn’t even try to stop the grimace. The bleached blonde wasn’t my type. And while the other guys may not mind fucking the same girl as their brother from the day before, it wasn’t my thing.

None of the bunnies proved to hold my interest enough to put them on my bike. And that’s exactly what they’d expect, or at least try to get, if I gave in. They all hung around trying to become an old lady.

I had no problem with one-night stands, but it was hardly that when they live where you did, or at least were always around. Even when you told them outright it was nothing but sex, they would smile and say they understood. Next thing you know they’re slapping another bunny for looking at you sideways. Too much fucking drama for some pussy.

Squatch smirked, then said, “I gotchu, brother. Fucked up what happened.”

Nodding as the adrenaline started to wane, I smacked his shoulder. “Yeah. I’m gonna pass out for a few. But get me when he’s back.”

I stalked through until I made it to the stairs then took two at a time. So much was going through my head so fast that I couldn’t process a thought. I worried I wouldn’t be able to sleep, but after I pushed my way into my room and slammed the door, exhaustion won and I fell onto the bed, boots and all.

Chapter 5

Daisy

I stayed off work for a couple of days on Tony’s orders because he got me good and even with ice, my face was bruised and swollen. He usually didn’t go for our faces. It ruined the goods. Fucking asshole. The only consolation was I had a couple of nights without being forced to have strange dick in whatever holes they pleased.

When I finally heard Tony leave, I made my way downstairs. Most of us slept during the day, but a few girls hung out in our common room in their downtime. Some of them probably never went to sleep after doing lines all night.

“What’d you do?” Lacy asked as she pulled her thick blonde hair into a messy bun and plopped on the couch.

I shrugged. “I breathed wrong.”

“You put some ice on it?”

I rolled my eyes and sighed.

“Just asking. I didn’t hit you,” she said as she mirrored my eyeroll with her smokey blues.

“I’m sorry. You’re right. A couple nights ago I got some fat tips from a group of bikers, and he thought they were paying me off or something.”

She shook her head. “He’s so fucking paranoid.”

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