Page 65 of Taming Hawke

“Fucking hell, you’re already disobeying your husband. Wasn’t that one of your vows?”

I start to laugh, it’s started already.

“Hawke, brother, I gotta go deal with her.”

I chuckle. “Sure, brother, you go. Oh, and good luck.”

I hear a gasp, then a moan before the phone call ends.

“I’m ready,” Josie states coming out of her room.

“That was fast.” She’s already dressed, her bag in her hand. It’s small and looks like it would hardly fit anything in it.

I walk up to her and take it out of her hands. “You sure you got everything?”

She nods. “Yep, you told me to only grab the essentials.”

“Since when do you listen to me?”

“Since I realized you were the best thing that ever happened to me, and I fucked it up.”

I take a minute to look over her features, and clear my throat. I’m feeling a little uncomfortable so I change the subject. “Shall we?”

“Sure.”

She grabs her keys off the kitchen bench and we exit her apartment.

“I think we better take your car, it’s a long drive to be on the back of a motorcycle.”

“Okay. Here,” she says throwing her keys at me. “It’s not as if I’ll be needing it anyway. You drive.”

I catch them and walk over to her car, parked on the kerb near Rhyder’s bobber. I open the trunk and place her bag inside before unlocking the doors for us.

After dropping Josie off at St. Jude’s, I head back to her apartment to pick up Rhyder’s bike. Now that Josie’s out of the way I can concentrate on Santana, and protecting our club.

Josie didn’t fight me on going to rehab, in fact she shocked the hell out of me, how submissive she was about seeking help for her drug addiction. Maybe she just needed that extra push. Or someone to show they care.

Do I care?

I can’t answer my own fucking question. Josie was my world at one stage of my life. Surely it’s hard to just forget someone who meant that much to you, and move on? But I have, I’ve moved on and found a woman who deserves my love and protection.

Thoughts of Luisa consume me as I drive back to Josie’s apartment. She must be wondering where the hell I am. I want to call her and explain everything, but something tells me she’s not going to believe me anyway. God, I miss her. I hate that she doesn’t trust me. I guess I haven’t given her a reason to yet. I never told her about my past with Josie, and now she thinks I’ve gone back to her. I know how it looks, Luisa thinks I still love Josie. She couldn’t be any further from the actual truth. I love Luisa! She is it for me.

Shit, I need to get out of this fucking suit. It feels like a vise. I also need to get Rhyder’s bike back to him, and head over to the clubhouse to get some shut-eye before Quill turns up.

Quill’s coming back to New York to see what’s going on. I’ve been thinking about this as well on my drive from St. Jude’s. The best thing to do is tell Quill everything. I need to be honest with him, don’t want to lie to him. We need to work together as a club if we do decide to go to war with Santana. We’re going to need a lot of muscle, and me on my own ain’t gonna cut it.

I head back to the compound after swapping Josie’s car over to Rhyder’s bike, and park it next to Tate’s bike, remembering he was holding down the fort while we were away. Fuck, what a night. It’s now 5:00 a.m. Feeling tired is an understatement, I can barely keep my eyes open.

The clubhouse is quiet. Tate is asleep on the couch, some random club whore naked on top of him. Why the fuck they don’t take it back to a room, I have no clue. I make my way to the kitchen and grab some water from the fridge. Tugging at my shirt, I rip it open, finally feeling like I can breathe again. Making my way to my room, I check my phone again hoping Lu’s tried to call me. But no, nothing. I place my water on a side table before ripping off my shirt and falling onto the bed. Sleep soon claims me and I’m out like a light.

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