Page 61 of Taming Hawke

I finish the contents of my glass and smash it down on the table. “Let her go, I’ll do what you want.”

Santana looks over to Josie, and then Javier. “Let her go.”

“But, boss,” Franco interrupts. “We didn’t get to have some fun.” I notice he adjusts his cock as he looks over at Josie’s tits.

“Ah, Franco, you greedy man. Don’t worry, I have women waiting for us at the house. You’ll get a blow job tonight.”

Franco smiles at Santana, then looks at me and straightens his face.

“Franco!” Santana yells. “Take the lady home, will you? Javier, go with him and make sure she’s not touched by Franco’s wandering hands,” Santana demands, lifting his chin toward Franco.

Javier unties the rag from around Josie’s mouth, and she sobs and falls to the floor. I immediately jump out of my seat and squat down in front of her. I embrace her, and she cries on my shoulder. “Thank you, Reece. Thank you.”

Josie finally pulls back and looks me in the eye, running the backs of her fingers down my cheek. “Thank you for sparing my life.”

I nod at her. “This is not over, Josie, we need to talk. Now go,” I demand, and she nods in understanding. She struggles to stand again so I help her up, and she sways slightly. I go to steady her but Franco grabs her arm instead, and pulls her roughly toward the SUV.

“If I find out you’ve laid one finger on her, I’ll hunt you down and kill you,” I warn him. He just looks back at me and smiles wolfishly.

I feel Santana’s hand on my arm, and I pull back, making it drop away from me. “Don’t worry, Hawke, she will not be touched, or else Franco will have to deal with me.”

I look at Santana and lift my chin, letting him know I got it.

“Please sit,” he asks, and I do.

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