Prologue
The Start of Something New
Guard
“Good to see you, man,” Hawk says as he slides into the booth inside the run-down diner. Hawk and I have been working on opening several garages throughout the state. Hawk and the Redemption Riders do the mechanical work, while Satan’s Pride supplies the parts.
Hawk’s done well for himself. He’s got a sweet setup in a small town outside Lincoln, Nebraska, called Wellington. His club is growing strong, and his men are solid and loyal.
“Love where you set down roots,” I tell him. I look out the window of the small café. This place looks a lot like our town.
“Following my mentor’s plan.” He laughs, and I join him. Hawk and I have been friends for a long time. Years ago, I asked him to join Satan’s Pride, but even then, I knew Hawk was destined to be a leader. So when he asked for my guidance in setting up his own club, I gathered the leaders of the surrounding clubs, and we became his mentors. It’s finally time for Hawk to fly solo, and we’re all impressed with the way he’s pulled his new club together.
“Glad you could come see me off,” I say.
“Where’s War?”
“He’s talking to his wife. I’ll bring him back something. He’s anxious to get home.”
“You could have stayed at the clubhouse. You’re always welcome, you know,” Hawk says.
“Definitely, but you’re under construction. Next time, I promise.” Hawk wanted us to stay over, but it would have been a strain on his guys, and they’re already cramped in their clubhouse. The Redemption Riders finally have enough money to add a second floor to the compound they’ve built, and the place is a madhouse. They’re doing a lot of the work themselves. Risk has been down to help with the designs and make sure the plans pass inspection.
Hawk and his men have always made their home at our compound, and not being able to reciprocate makes him unhappy.
“I’m holding you to that,” he says. “Let’s order. We don’t want to make War wait any longer than he needs to.” He calls the waitress over by name. Liana was born and raised in town, and it seems she’s well acquainted with Hawk.
She brings our coffee, making sure to brush up against Hawk, and does the same when she brings our food not long after.
“She’s got a thing for you,” I tell him after she goes back behind the counter.
“Good woman, but not my woman,” he responds, taking a bite of his scrambled eggs.
“You should get one. Ava’s the best thing that’s come into my life.”
“Not too many Avas around. But I’ll keep looking.”
Suddenly, the door bursts open, and a woman rushes in, only to be yanked back when a hand reaches out to grab her arm.
“Don’t you dare walk away from me,” a tall, very fit, and very corporate-looking man shouts. There’s not a blond hair out of place on his head, and I can tell he’s the type who goes to the gym every morning to look good.
The woman shrugs him off and pulls away.
“Leaving you means I can do whatever I like. You should know, Robert, since you’re a lawyer. A lawyer who was fucking his secretary in our bed. What part ofwe’re overdo you not understand?” the spunky redhead retorts furiously.
I glance at Hawk, who’s taking in the entire scene, but there’s a spark in his eyes I’ve never seen before.
I’ve got a feeling this is the start of something new.
ONE
Ginger’s Passion
HAWK
The minute that asshole grabbed the woman’s arm, I was ready to wade in. Not because she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life, but because no one has the right to lay a hand on a woman without her consent, and she definitely didn’t want the guy touching her. She tears her arm out of his hold, and the emerald shade of her eyes turns a turbulent dark green as she stares this Robert guy down. The adage “if looks could kill” suits the situation perfectly.
“Lower your voice, Etain. Does the whole world need to know our business?” Robert grits out through clenched teeth, looking around the room to see who is watching them.Well, we’re all watching, dickhead,I’m thinking. The guy is a complete moron if he cheated on this girl. Have the balls to end it with her before dipping your dick in another woman. Personally, I can’t imagine fucking around on this beauty.