Page 55 of Taming Hawke

Hawke

I walk Luisa to the dance floor when the song “The Blower’s Daughter” by Damien Rice comes on, and the words are exactly how I feel looking at Lu in that beautiful dress, hugging her curves. Her beauty is heart stopping. I can’t take my eyes off of you.

“Where are you taking me, Hawke?”

“To dance, baby. I need to have you in my arms.”

“You know how to dance?”

“Baby, there’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

She smiles, and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her in close. Her hands lock behind my neck, and her fingers play with the ends of my hair.

“Having a good time?” I ask, and she smiles.

“Being here in your arms is heaven.”

She’s fucking perfect.

Our bodies move in sync to the music, and I can’t help but think how perfect this moment is. Could I ever commit to a girl again? Marriage? If I did, Lu would definitely be the one. But I can’t commit to Lu, not until I know Josie is out of the way. She’s been calling me constantly, and I’ve been dismissing them. I shouldn’t have taken her home that night at Black Panthers. Now she thinks she can call me whenever she fucking wants to.

Speak of the devil, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I’m close to ignoring it but I need to fucking end this once and for all. Otherwise she’s going to keep calling.

“Give me a minute, baby. Need to answer this.”

Luisa looks at me, surprise clear on her beautiful face, and I hate myself right now. This woman means so much to me, and I don’t want to fuck things up. I need to get Josie off my back once and for all.

“Go, take it, I need to talk to Jasmine anyway.”

I lean in and kiss her forehead, her sweet scent filling my nostrils.

“Thanks, baby,” I say pulling back from her, and walk out of the marquee that’s been set up in Jasmine’s old man’s garden.

I look at the screen of my phone once I’m outside. It’s Josie, as I suspected.

A few of the club members are hanging around outside having a smoke, and give me a chin lift as I walk by them. I reply by doing the same, but move away where I’ll have some privacy. It’s dark out now, and I try and find somewhere out of earshot.

“What the fuck, Josie?” I growl through the phone when I finally answer.

“Hawke! Thank God!” Josie cries.

“I don’t have time for this shit. What the fuck do you want?”

“Please help me, Hawke—” Josie’s voice is cut off, and I hear muffled sounds coming through instead.

Then Josie’s voice is replaced by a male’s. “The almighty Hawke, glad you finally answered.”

“Who the fuck is this?” I yell into the phone. Whoever it is has a strong Colombian accent, and at the same time has me on edge.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. That’s right, we have not met, have we?”

“Who the fuck is this? I’m running out of patience.”

“I am the man that you and your precious club fucked! So now, I’m getting something back for what you stole from me.”

My gut clenches, and my hand squeezes my cell phone so tight I’m amazed it doesn’t shatter.

“I’m not going to ask you again. Who the fuck is this? And what do you want?” I begin to pace, and run my free hand through my hair.

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