Page 31 of Phantom Riders MC: Hawk

Chapter 13

Hawk

“What the fuck is going on, Hawk?”

I smirked at Dirk’s attempt to come across as a hard-core biker, which took years to accomplish and could not be faked by dressing in leather and riding a bike. It didn’t help that he wasn’t born to the life. His clean, yuppie looks made it hard to take him seriously. He looked more like a poster boy for a jeans commercial, or some shit like men’s cologne. There wasn’t a muscle on him.

I already knew why he was there. His loud comment drew several pairs of eyes, and I decided to take him outside for our conversation. I trusted my brothers, but the women present were another issue. I motioned for him to follow me and we left the building, ending up where his bike was parked.

“I want to know why Phantom Riders is spreading rumors that we offed Covacks’ son.” He leaned his lanky frame against his bike and crossed his arms, his expression set in a dark scowl.

He had balls, I’d give him that, but the way he handled shit, like this, was irresponsible and dangerous as fuck. You never showed up at a rival club without your brothers at your back, especially if you were set on making accusations. He was lucky I knew enough about his club, and how inept they were, not to have shot him first and then asked questions.

“If you thought we were spreading shit about your club you would have come with back up,” I said, giving him a free lesson on the proper etiquette of doing biker shit.

“I figured I’d show you respect by confronting you first,” he fired right back. I had to give him that one. “It’s going around that you saw two Blue Knights leaving the scene of a fire that involved Dominick Covacks.”

If it was going around it wasn’t coming from my club. I shrugged, crossing my own arms. “The fuckers were wearing your colors, and whether it’s Dominick or not hasn’t been confirmed.” I’d already been in touch with Covacks, and was waiting to hear back.

“So in the mean time you incriminate us?” Dirk sneered.

I looked the fucker straight in the eye. “Blue Knights was never mentioned, if there’s a rumor going around, someone else started it.” I gave pause so he could digest what I was saying. “Maybe you’re being set up.”

“None of my brothers are involved in that shit.”

“Then you have nothing to worry about.” I knew Covacks. He wasn’t a fly off the handle kind of man. He was patient, weighing his actions carefully to get the results he wanted, and he rarely made mistakes. He’d make sure he had the people that were responsible, and then he’d make sure that they suffered in the worst possible way before burying them. If it turned out the Blue Knights were involved in his son’s death, Covacks wouldn’t rest until they were all six feet under.

“Maybe Phantom Riders killed him and are setting us up,” he tossed out in a desperate tone. “Seems funny it was your man who discovered the body and saw some of my guys riding away.”

The man was a fucking idiot. “I’d watch myself if I was you.” I took a threatening step closer to him, satisfied when he backed down, seeming to shrink against his bike. I could see it in his eyes that he knew he’d made a fucking mistake. “You don’t come into my club, accuse us of shit, and expect to leave here in one piece.” His eyes flared slightly, but it was the only outward sign that my comment had made him nervous. “Get the fuck out of here.”

I took a few backward steps, giving him enough room to turn his bike around and leave. His club was in some serious trouble. Either he had a couple of bad apples, off doing their own thing or he was being set up to take the fall for Dominick Covacks’ murder. My gut told me that Dirk hadn’t been lying when he’d said his brothers weren’t involved. I was also fucking certain that the charred body we’d come upon was Covacks’ son. There was going to be a lot more killing before this shit was done.

I walked back inside the club, adjusting my eyes to take everything in at once. Rock shot a brief glance at me, but continued with his shot. Audra was sitting against the wall, arms crossed and glaring at me. I almost smiled. The woman was a real firecracker. I didn’t trust her, but I sure as fuck liked her big tits and tight cunt. I’d have to be careful, because things could get messy if she discovered how much. Hell, I was pretty sure that if Rock hadn’t come in when he had I would have fucked her right up against the wall.

A commotion pulled my gaze to the card game that was going on. All I wanted right then was a drink, so I pivoted to the bar and took up a stool. Sid was behind, serving up the brothers, almost naked as usual. Kind of sad that even on her night off she hung out there, but she’d always been insecure with her place within the club and thought that being available all the times would work out in her favor. Like most sweetbutts, she had her heart set on becoming an old lady, but free tits and pussy didn’t make the girls attractive as permanent partners.

“Give me a shot,” I said, turning sideways so that I could keep Audra in my sights.

“Sure, honey,” she gushed. She set the glass down and made her way around the counter to my side. “Can I do anything else for you?” Her hand fell on my thigh, giving it a squeeze.

“No.” Most sweetbutts knew enough to leave me alone after that. They were afraid of me, and they knew my likes in the bedroom didn’t include making them happy. I picked up my glass and tossed the liquid back in one swallow.

As I sat there staring at Audra and wondering why she was getting to me, I began to think about Sonya. There was nothing in Audra to remind me of the woman who’d ripped my heart out. Sonya had won me over with her sophisticated beauty and worldly ways. Ten years older than I, she’d entered my life like a whirlwind, knowing what she wanted and demanding it, and she’d wanted me. I’d fallen fast and hard for her, too young and inexperienced to see the warning signs, too stubborn to listen to anything negative about her. We’d loved each other, and that’s all that had mattered.

Yeah, like she’d known what love was. She’d seen an opportunity to wiggle her way into my club while all along she’d been working for the enemy. I thought about the damage she’d wrought, almost crushing the glass in my hand. Thinking about her only made me want to fucking destroy something. I slammed the glass onto the counter, noticing Audra jump. Her eyes were on me, and it was then that I realized I’d been staring at her the whole time.

“Baby, you’re so tense,” Sid cooed, moving her hand further up my thigh. My cock twitched, but it wasn’t for her. The woman I wanted was across the room, looking so poised and untouchable in a room full of fucking bikers, killers, all of us. I could see it in her green eyes that she was trying to figure me out and thought she was halfway there.

I had half a mind to order Sid down on her knees and let her blow me just to see Audra’s reaction. To prove to myself, and to her, that any woman would do to ease my needs, and that she wasn’t special. But when Sid’s hand began to squeeze my dick all it did was make me angry because it wasn’t Audra’s hand.

“Get me another drink.” Sid jumped, always eager to please.

The pool game ended, Rock hung up his cue and pivoted in my direction. Audra slid off the stool to follow, but Painter said something that caused her to stop and look up at him. Whatever he’d said made her smile, and then she was grabbing a cue.

“Beer, Sid.” Rock leaned against the bar next to me.

The door opened and a couple of girls walked in, barely legal and dressed like cheap hookers. I clenched my teeth. I didn’t like this shit. Socializing was to be done in the public bar out front, and the only women we welcomed back here were sweetbutts and old ladies, unless it was a special event. This was the clubhouse where we said and did shit that didn’t need to be observed by civilians. I shot a look at Rock, reading his expression of disgust. He wasn’t happy either, and took off to meet them before they got too far.

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