Page 27 of Taming Hawke

“What are you guys doin’ here?”

“Just like you, we needed a drink.” Quill slides into the seat next to me, and Mike places a Corona in front of him. I accept another and take a swig.

“I’m guessing things didn’t go well with Luisa tonight?”

Shaking my head I glance back down at my phone, lighting up and alerting me I have another message. I check just in case it’s Luisa, but see that it’s Josie again. I switch it off and place it back in my pocket, out of sight.

“Who’s that?”

When I ignore Quill’s question, he continues. “Is it Josie?”

“Yup.”

“What’s she want?”

“Don’t know, and don’t give a fuck,” I reply, taking my beer to my lips and drinking half the bottle this time.

“Ease up there, brother. You still gotta ride home,” Quill reminds me, tapping my back. “You wanna talk about what the fuck is going on in that head of yours?”

Quill points a finger to my temple. I move my head away and glare at him. “Fuck off, man. Don’t you have to be somewhere, anyway?”

“Nope,” Quill says smiling.

“Who’s watching over Jasmine?”

“Rhyder.”

I lift my chin and get up from my seat.

“Where you going?” Quill asks, his eyebrows drawing together.

I sigh and rub a hand down my face. “Back to the clubhouse to sleep. Not in the mood tonight.”

Quill nods then grabs my cut, stilling me before I can walk away from him. “Listen, Hawke. You got shit going on, I get that. But you need to talk? You come see me. You got me?”

“Yeah, man,” I reply, just wanting to get the hell out of here.

Quill finally lets go of my cut, allowing me to walk away from him and the guys, and I head outside to my bike. I straddle it and take off toward the clubhouse.

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