Page 52 of Phantom Riders MC: Hawk

Chapter 19

Hawk

I was glad to get back to the clubhouse. I had to distance myself from Audra and those fucking green eyes of hers. They were eyes that could look into a man’s soul and figure shit out. I didn’t need her figuring things out. Craving her delectable body was becoming a habit, the kind that was hard to break. It had been hell leaving her with Popcorn, when what I’d really wanted to do was take her up to bed and fuck her until she couldn’t walk. The shit that had gone down on the road was still simmering in my blood, it was nothing Sid couldn’t take care of with a quick blowjob, but I wanted to pound something.

I didn’t want Sid.

I didn’t want any of the club girls.

I slammed a fist down on the table, the urge to fight stronger than ever. A trip to Last Hope might have been what I needed, but in my present mood I’d probably kill anyone who was stupid enough to get in the ring with me. A good fight always cleared my head for what I needed to do, while working out the fucking violent behavior I couldn’t seem to control. Not that I really wanted to. I was the fucking president of an outlaw MC, not a pussy.

“You want to take a trip to Last Hope, brother?”

It didn’t surprise me that my VP knew the turmoil I was feeling, and the solution. I grunted at his suggestion. “Maybe when this is all over.” This, meaning the shit with Audra, the shit with Covacks, and the shit with the Blue Knights.

“Well, at least we know Covacks tipped off Audra’s ex that she was here.”

Yeah, it had been exactly as I’d thought. He didn’t know about the situation with Audra and Dane, and I didn’t enlighten him when I called him. All Covacks knew was that Audra was Dane’s girlfriend, and he’d expressed surprise to Dane that he’d seen her with us. I was fucking sure it wasn’t as innocent as Covacks insisted, the man had a reason for everything that he did, but there was nothing I could do about it. The damage had been done.

I scowled, thinking about those assholes on the road and wondering how many more would be showing up, hoping to make easy money. “Fucking mess, brother. Whoever Dane murdered, he’s worried about it if he’s going to this extreme to get his girl back. She could have been killed during that chase.”

“Yeah, a woman he’s supposed to love,” Rock added.

I shrugged at that, doubting love had anything to do with the relationship between Audra and Dane Winthrop. She was beautiful and fucking hot. Any man would like that kind of arm candy.

Christ, I was getting hard just sitting there thinking about her.

“You’re hooked, brother. Face it. Never thought I’d see the day.”

I glared at Rock and his stupid as fuck grin. He was lucky we weren’t in church, because then I’d be forced to knock him on his ass. His comment, too close to the truth, didn’t diminish my erection. Nothing was going to do that until I was buried balls deep in the woman in question. Fucking hell…I had to add getting rid of Audra as soon as possible to our growing list of shit that needed to be handled. I didn’t want, or need, her.

Okay, want-yes. Need-fuck no.

As I was still glaring at Rock, he tried to wipe the grin off his face, failed at it, and finally said, “You want to deal with Dirk now?”

“Now is as good a time as any.” We got to our feet because Dirk was in the cellar, where they used to do embalming when the place was a funeral home in the 1800’s, before it was purchased around the turn of the century and turned into a farm. Some of the old embalming equipment, the tables, sinks, and tubs came in handy for interrogation and clean up.

Jumper was at the foot of the stairs, keeping watch in front of the door where Dirk was being kept. “Big John in there?” I asked.

“Yep.” He got to his feet. “Hasn’t changed his story, Prez, says his club isn’t involved.”

That was still up for debate. Either he was the worst MC president out there and didn’t know shit about what his crew was up to, or someone was going to extremes to set his club up. The question was, why? I opened the door, taking in the scene before me. Big John was circling Dirk, who was tied to a chair in the center of the room. It was clear he’d taken a few punches to the face, he was bloody and swollen.

I walked further into the room, grabbed a chair, and positioned it directly in front of Dirk before straddling it with the back to my front. Big John ceased his pacing and joined Rock and Jumper where they were leaning against the wall next to the door. I took a deep breath, meeting Dirk’s eyes. In spite of his injuries he was aware enough to know what was going on.

I knew Big John had filled him in on why he was there. I exhaled a deep breath. “Talk.”

He began to shake his head. “I don’t know what you want, man. I’m not fucking admitting to something we didn’t do.” His tone was weary. “We had nothing to do with offing Covacks’ son, and we didn’t shoot up your bar. Someone is out there to get us,” he insisted.

“Why?” I asked. “If someone wanted to take out a club why would they focus on a new one like yours? Why not an MC that’s been around for a while and has caused a lot more trouble?”

“I don’t know,” he said, sounding perplexed. “Fuck, if I knew I’d do something to change it if I could. This isn’t why we became a club.”

I wondered about that. I hadn’t paid attention to the Blue Knights until they were suddenly thrust on our radar. Fox’s research had revealed that they gave off the appearance of being big and bad to the locals, but in reality they were fucking pussies. They were not even on the same level as an outlaw club, or showing signs they were heading in that direction. They mostly just rode around, and hung out at a few local bars, a bunch of rich boys who didn’t have to sweat or work at building their club.

“Where the fuck are your crew?” Dirk stared up at me. “They should be out front, demanding your release, fighting to get you back. Big John said he grabbed you at a table you and your boys were sitting at, yet they didn’t even protest.”

He blinked rapidly as the blood ran down into his eyes. I turned to my brothers. “Someone get a rag and clean his face up.” Jumper grabbed a crusty rag next to the sink and ran it beneath the water. I waited for him to run it over Dirk’s face before continuing. “You know what I think? I think you’re right, that someone is using your club to take the fall for some serious shit. But because Blue Knights are weak and don’t know what they’re doing, you don’t have the means or smarts to get yourself out of trouble. Your club is being manipulated.”

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