Page 28 of Savage Guardian

That was an understatement. Rumor had it that when Stone’s little sister nearly died of an overdose of shit heroin, Stone tracked down the street dealer, the supplier, and the manufacturer, then lined them all up along the side of a pit he made them dig themselves, then pushed them in and covered them up. Alive. Stone’s old lady…well, there was talk that she was turning tricks for her next high somewhere in New Mexico.

“What’s he want to talk to us about? He can handle his own shit,” Grimm scoffed.

Odin sighed, rubbing the back of his neck in weariness. “I don’t know, but I’m just curious enough to want to find out. He’ll be up this way next month, and you can expect him to bring his VP and enforcer.”

Fang slapped the table, a toothy grin on his golden-brown face. “Fuck ya, that means club party blowout.”

Grimm snorted, rolling his eyes. “Don’t go trollin’ our club parties for another of your poly-girls. As it is, I can’t believe Tessa is still givin’ you the time of day and hasn’t wiped the floor with your ugly ass face.”

Fang flipped him the bird. “Fuck you,cabrone. This face gets all the ladies, which is why Tessa will be riding this faceandmy dick soon enough.”

It was Hawk’s turn to snort. Tessa Grimes was a badass—almost as badass as Odin’s woman, Skathi. During that hot mess with Alfanzo Madrigal, Tessa was hurt, bad. The asshole shot out her knee, nearly crippling her, but effectively ending her MMA career. Now, Tessa came around to spend time with Skathi in the clubhouse, and whenever she showed up, Fang was there, laying on that Latin charm. The woman wasn’t having it, though. That didn’t stop Fang from trying, however. That man had it bad for the five-foot-nine, thick, blonde powerhouse.

“Once Tessa finds out about your…lifestyle, you can bet she won’t even look in your direction ever again. Somethin’ tells me she doesn’t like to share.”

Fang was one confident motherfucker. The dude had five girlfriends, all living under one roof, ready to please him whenever he demanded it. The man was a modern day Mexican sultan, surrounded by willing, eager harem pussy.

Grimm was right, though. Tessa wasn’t the kind of woman to share. She was a professional fighter by night—before her injury—and an EMT by day, and she didn’t take shit from anyone. Tying herself to a man who couldn’t commitjust to herwould go against everything that woman stood for. Loyalty. Dedication. Dependability.

“Alright, assholes, enough with the girly chit-chat. We have one more matter of business to discuss,” Odin snarled, slamming his gaze into AFK, who was sitting there, laptop out, fingers over the keys. “Tell ‘em.”

AFK cleared his throat and sat back, meeting Hawk’s gaze across the table. What the fuck?

“Last week I noticed a suspicious…blipin our protected network. The first blip was through the servers at SP, which I was able to shut down pretty quickly. The next blip was through the dedicated club servers here.”

Hawk drew his brows down in angry confusion. “What’s that have to do with me? I know nothing about the club computers.”

“It isn’t about you personally; it’s more about what those blips were doing.” Turning his laptop screen, AFK pointed to a page of files displayed.

JAMES, CARRIE MARIA.

MCCABE, FAE CATHERINE.

“Motherfucker!” Hawk boomed, slamming his fist into the table, the pain of impact doing nothing to distract him from the rage immolating him. “Explain. Now!”

“To be honest, I’ve never seen something like this before. It was clean, smooth, like a precision scalpel. Whoever slipped in knew exactly what they were looking for. When they attempted the breach at SP, I was only able to catch it because they were a little too cocky.”

“Why did they come through the MC servers? We don’t keep information about our SP clients on those,” Grimm quizzed. As the new managing director, he would know what was and wasn’t available on the SP servers, and as club enforcer, he’d know the same about the MC servers.

AFK pursed his lips, his expression hard.

Fuck, this wouldn’t be good.

“What?” demanded Hawk.

“Whoever they are, they weren’t looking for information on Ms. James or Ms. McCabe…they were looking for information on you, Hawk.”

Stunned, Hawk fell back against this seat, hands loosely flattened against the tabletop.

“It has to be because he’s been assigned to their protection detail,” Trouble surmised.

“If that’s the case, why didn’t this intruder go after information on Madden or Jenkins? No, it’s not just about being on their protection detail…there’s something more about Hawk and those two ladies that has whoever this is digging deep.” AFK’s words struck a jarring chord in Hawk’s chest.

“Didn’t you bring Fae to the clubhouse tonight?” Hell Hound asked, finally joining the conversation. “Word got around that she was there with you, and I noticed you two seemed pretty cozy sitting all close and shit at the bar.”

Hawk groaned. “It’s not fucking like that, brother. She’s just…nice. And she seemed like she could do with a little fun, that’s all.”

“The kind of fun I walked in on when I came lookin’ for Trouble and found you two eatin’ each other’s faces in the club office?” Grimm taunted, a snaggle-toothed smirk on his punch-able face.

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