Page 12 of Savage Guardian

“How long have you been a bodyguard?” Fae inquired, her hands clenched tightly in her lap. She seemed uneasy in his presence. He couldn’t have that, not when he needed to make nice to keep things copasetic.

Don’t spook that mouse…Hawk.He mentally snickered at that.

“Going on six years. I also work at Up to No Good, a bar my MC owns, as a bouncer on the weekends, when I’m not on assignment.”

Fae’s eyes took on a strange light before dropping to where his arms were unconsciously crossed over his chest. In that position, his biceps and forearms were flexed. He knew from experience with the club bitches, that it was a power position, one that made the panties drop and the pussies wet.

He fought back a smirk. He wasn’t a gym rat who spent hours making himself look like a neckless block, but he took care of himself, so he knew that when a woman looked at him like that, she was enjoying it.

And he was enjoying it, too.

Carrie noticed his positioning, too, but she wasn’t silent in her appreciation. “You must work out a lot,” she added inanely, her eyes raking over him lasciviously.

“I do. I train in MMA several times a week,” he bragged, knowing that would make her eyes light up and her pussy wet. Women loved that shit.

The sister finally joined the conversation, surprising him. “Is your real name Hawk?” Fae asked, breaking her sister’s thirsty stare, her stutter long gone, though he wondered where it went.

He offered her a polite smile, uncharacteristically grateful for taking Carrie’s attention from him long enough for him to get his bearings. While Fae’s appreciative gaze had made him want to puff out his chest, Carrie’s made him…uncomfortable.

You’re definitely mixed up, man.Maybe once it was just him and Carrie, alone, his body and mind would get straight.

“My real name is Haakon. My road name is Hawk.”

“Ooo, road name, like that show,Sons of Anarchy,” Carrie effused.

Hawk shook his head, sighing. If he had a fucking penny for every time some chick mentioned that damn show, he’d have enough pennies in a sack to knock someone the fuck out.

“You’re in an MC,” Fae stated without a hint of the usual lust or fear associated with women knowing he was a biker.

“Yeah, the Savage Raiders MC.”

“Oh my God, that sounds hot,” Carrie giggled.

“Haakon sounds Norwegian,” Fae remarked, pointedly ignoring her sister’s comments. She seemed genuinely interested in knowing about him, which was a novelty to someone like him, who spent a lot of time with women who only cared about riding his dick or his bike.

His smile grew. Fae certainly wasn’t as mousy as he first thought.

What else about her are you wrong about?

“It is. My mom is Norwegian. And since my father got to name my older brother, my mother got to name me.”

A slight smile kissed her mouth before she pursed her lips, a thoughtful expression making her eyebrows dip. “Where did you learn Gaelic?”

The shrill call of his ringtone interrupted the conversation, one he was surprised to realize he was enjoying, and he reached into his blazer pocket to grab it. Fae jerked at the sound, making him scowl. What had her so jumpy that her sister’s throat clearing and the sound of his cell ringing made her leap from her own skin?

AFK will find out once he does his dig.

Glancing at the name on the screen, he stood.

“Give me one moment,” he said, walking toward the French doors that opened to the small terrace overlooking a verdant walled garden just outside of the hotel, and the glittering, sun-reflecting glass of the casinos nearly three miles away.

“Yeah, Prez?” Hawk answered, frustrated and yet strangely relieved by the interruption. The tension between the sisters was thick enough to scoop with a spoon. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something going on with the sisters that might mean trouble later on.

He fucking hated trouble. Especially if it affected Aoibheal—err—Carrie.

Not her sister?He rolled his eyes at that thought. The sister was trouble enough with the rise of conflicting emotions she’d caused since she’d slipped into the room…and under his skin.

Tension between the sisters, confusion about Carrie’s music ignorance, and his conflicting emotions about the sister…. He’d deal with all of that shit later, once he finally had her right where he wanted her. Just the two of them; her under his protection, within reach, so very close after having been just a voice for much too long. Perhaps he could get Carrie to open up about what was going on. Perhaps she would share about her beginnings, her hopes, her dreams, and what she saw in her future.

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