Page 68 of Hawk

I could see the sadness in Savannah’s eyes and grabbed her arm, pulling her right between my legs.

“Look at me, Sav.” She slowly turned her head and gazed down at me. “Do you know how bad I would rather stay here? So fucking bad it hurts. But the club is important and they’re my family. I’ll still be there later to pick you up, okay?”

She nodded, and I pulled her down to kiss. Sav ran her fingers through my hair before I pulled back.

“Luna is coming over anyway, so I won’t be alone.”

“Good, baby.” I got up and pulled her back to me to kiss her one more time. “Be safe, Sav, and I’ll see you later.”

I walked out the door and hopped on my motorcycle to head to the clubhouse. I was fucking hoping that this didn’t blow up.

The Prospect opened the gates, and I rolled in and parked my bike. I left my helmet on the seat as I headed inside.

I nodded to the few brothers who were inside and headed right to Striker’s office. I knocked on the door twice before he answered.

“Yup.”

Opening the door, I could see Striker sitting behind the desk, staring at a computer screen.

“Everything good, Pres?”

He looked up and nodded. “Oh yeah. Sit and tell me what’s going on.”

I slapped the envelope on the desk. “Take a look for yourself.”

Striker grabbed it and dumped everything out. He slowly looked at every piece of paper and every picture before looking up at me.

“This is fucking big, man. Have you told Savannah?”

I shook my head.

“Fuck. Hawk, you gotta tell her. If she finds out from Lloyd, then it’s gonna get ugly. Lay it all out for her first.”

“I know. I just need to find the right fucking time. It’s harder than you think.”

Striker just shook his head. “I’m saying this because I care about you and Sav. Grow a fucking pair and tell her by the end of the week. End of story, Hawk.”

“Even if I tell her, he’s not going to leave her alone. He showed up at the fucking diner! Lloyd realizes what’s going to happen when she drags his name through the mud in court. So he’s willing to do anything to stop her.”

He sat back and stared at the papers all spread out. “So we need to put a stop to him. Let him know we’re on to him.”

I nodded. “Let me pay him a visit, Pres.”

Striker sighed. “If I let you go by yourself, that fucker will be dead. Not that I would mind, but his Pop sure would and that would bring quite the shitstorm to our door.”

“I’ll take the Prospect.”

A knock on the open door made us both turn. Moose was standing there and slowly walked in.

“I’ll go. You know I can keep him in line, and he’ll keep me in line. Mutual respect and all that bullshit.”

Striker looked back and forth between us and then shook his head.

“Fine, fine. But just send the fucker a message. I don’t want to deal with bloody bodies today. Got it?”

We both nodded our heads and headed outside. Moose threw his helmet on and looked at me.

“Let’s teach this motherfucker a lesson.”

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