Page 69 of Hawk

I smiled, and we took off out the gates. Lloyd’s house sat above Main Street on a hill with a shared driveway with his father.

It was pretty sickening to think about the two of them staring down at Main Street like it was their own little kingdom. This town belonged to The Devil’s Highwaymen and nobody was going to take that from us.

Moose and I parked our motorcycles behind the diner and walked behind the stores to get to Lloyd’s driveway. If he heard the bikes coming up, he would fucking run like the pussy he was.

We walked up in the shadows of the large oak trees until we came to his home. It was large and clearly overcompensating for his lack of... well, everything.

Moose and I tried each door and looked in the windows, but we didn’t see him at all. As we circled around back to the front, my phone rang with the Prospects number on it.

“Yo, Beck, what’s up?”

“Got sights on that shitbag. He’s at the Black Horse Motel next town over with some hooker.”

I tapped Moose on the shoulder and pointed down the driveway.

“Got it. Thanks, man.”

Putting my phone back in my pocket, I turned to Moose.

“Black Horse with a hooker. Prospect was keeping an eye out for us.”

Moose smiled as we headed back down to the diner.

“Kid isn’t all that bad. Sure as fuck likes to party, but he’s been cleaning up his act the past few years.”

I nodded in agreement as we reached our bikes.

“All in time, brother. We’ve been there. Let the kid have some fun with solid people around him. I bet in the next few years he settles down.”

We both got on our motorcycles and headed west toward the seedy motel. They were paid by the hour rooms that smelled of old cigarettes and just nasty fucking dirt.

It was painted black and white with peeling paint and an old horse station that was faded from the sun stood out front.

I could see Lloyd’s shiny Mercedes parked in the front, sticking out like a sore fucking thumb.

Moose and I circled around back before stopping. We didn’t see his father, or any other cars. Leaving our helmets on the bikes, we walked back and stood in front of Lloyd’s door.

Moose nodded at me. “Let’s fucking do this.”

He kicked the door open as the doorknob flew off, leaving a hole where it should have been. The hooker screamed, grabbing her clothes to cover up.

Lloyd was lying on the bed, naked, staring at us with a pale look on his face. I tapped the hooker on the arm and she jumped back.

“We just wanna have a chat with our friend here. Here’s a couple hundred to get you a cab and somewhere to stay tonight. Did he pay you yet?”

The young girl shook her head. Moose grabbed Lloyd’s wallet off the dresser and emptied the cash out.

“Here you go, sweetheart. And if you ever need help, just look us up. We don’t beat on women like this shitbag who picked you up”

She turned and glared at Lloyd before running out of the room. Moose laughed and closed the door, pushing the dresser in front of it.

Lloyd tried to get up when I pushed him back down.

“Put your fucking clothes on so we can talk.”

He hurried to throw everything back on while Moose and I stood, staring him down. I could see him shaking in fear and laughed at the pathetic excuse for man.

“Scared, Lloyd?”

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