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Hawk groaned and leaned his forehead against mine. “Jesus fucking christ, Sav.”

As he pushed his pants down, I went to pull my dress over my head when alarms sounded throughout the house.

Hawk jumped back and quickly pulled his pants up, reaching for his gun.

“Stay here, Savannah.”

I gasped as he went off, running toward the front door. Adjusting myself, I followed him down the hall.

The front door was wide open, and Hawk was standing on the porch, blocking the entire door. I could hear him growl and, in a low voice, speak to whoever was on the other side.

“Go the fuck home, Bobby.”

I peeked around Hawk to see that there was a man standing in the yard. The man glared up at Hawk as he stumbled around and slurred his words.

“Well, well, well. Look who the fuck it is. Pretty boy Hawk, here to steal my girl again.”

Hawk shook his head. “Just go before things get ugly. You and Brandy Lynn are done. So start walking back to where you came from and don’t show your face here ever again.”

I gasped as Hawk took a step forward when the man took out a knife. Hawk turned and stepped back toward me.

“Savannah, baby. I need you to go back inside and get the women downstairs.”

The man, Bobby, stepped closer. He bent down and picked up a rock from the yard, glaring at Hawk.

“Just let me see my woman!” Hawk shook his head as Bobby raised his hand with the rock in it. “I’ll do it! I’ll throw this fucking rock right at you!”

Hawk shrugged. “I wouldn’t do it if I were you, Bobby. Put the rock and knife down and we can talk tomorrow when you’re sober.”

But Bobby just stepped closer. With his hand raised, he pulled it back and let the rock fly. He tried aiming for Hawk’s head, but the rock clipped his shoulder instead.

Hawk growled, stepping off the porch. “Last chance, Bobby.”

I shut the door and turned to see all the other women standing behind me. We all rushed to the windows to see what was going to happen instead of going to the panic room downstairs.

I could see Bobby throw his hands in the air as Hawk moved closer to him.

“Fucking do it, bitch! I ain’t scared of you.”

Hawk just shook his head. “I told you already. This is your last chance, Bobby.”

Bobby glared and ran forward, knife in hand. All of us gasped as he attacked Hawk. Brandy Lynn, Bobby’s ex, cried and ran to her room.

As much as I wanted to run and help, I was stuck in my place watching Hawk tumble to the ground with the drunk man.

Hawk was able to roll Bobby so that he was on top of him. His fists rained down on Bobby’s face as the rumble of motorcycles came up the driveway.

As Striker and the other men pulled up, Bobby stopped fighting and laid there, lifeless. Hawk didn’t stop, though. He continued to pulverize Bobby until Moose had to lift him off the unconscious man.

I could see Bobby’s head roll to the side as Moose carried him away and threw him into a windowless black utility van.

Hawk turned toward the house, and the women scrambled back to their rooms. The front door flew open, and Hawk made his way to the kitchen.

I stumbled back to get out of his way. He didn’t even see me in the other room as he wiped blood from his face with the hem of his shirt, showing off that perfect V that dipped into his jeans.

Taking a few deep breaths, I followed behind me. Hawk leaned over the kitchen sink and turned it on. I could see his knuckles turning white from gripping the edge so tightly.

Hawk suddenly turned, and I jumped back. I could see the hurt in his eyes as he ambled toward the chair.

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