Page 32 of Hawk's Sapphire

Of course it’s not the club call him.He’s probably been there the whole time on his computers searching for you, dummy.

All the messages say pretty much the same thing only using different words.Some even sent pictures of themselves in little to no clothing.

Gross.

All of them asking if he’s down to fuck.The surprising thing is, he didn’t respond to any of them.Not one.

Why would he when he has Candi as his beck and call at the clubhouse.

That thought is the only explanation I have for what I’m about to do next.Clicking on the message with the blonde with big tits, in her lacy lingerie, I screenshot it.Moving into the camera roll and click edit, and then select a black mark-up pen.I know it’s petty and childish, and all the other things Hawk thinks of me, so why the fuck not?

When I’m done with my masterpiece, I crop the photo and leave it in his camera roll for him to find later.Not like he takes a lot of pictures unless they’re of nice rides anyway.So, I know he won’t find it right away.His last photo was taken of an old Chevy truck that was brought into Gabe’s shop three weeks ago.

Maybe he’ll find it on his way to see the big, boobed Barbie and change his mind when he sees what she looks like with facial hair.Or maybe he won’t care and will still use her to wipe away all memory of us.

His phone chimes again, and I push those thoughts out of my mind and focus my attention back on his text threads.The newest one is from Gabe.

Pres: Church 9:00am tomorrow I want answers.

Hawk: Got it, Pres.

Jake: We still on for the Pearl tonight?Ethan coming too?

Hawk: Yeah, we’re all going.

Jake: Dec too?

Hawk: No.He’s working with Wyatt on the Trident situation.

What Trident situation?And why are they all going to the Pearl?

The Velvet Pearl is a classy gentlemen’s club.It’s classier than Ghost’s strip club, Glitz and Tass, that’s for sure.

The Pearl doesn’t have vinyl booths and sawdust covered floors.It’s full of high-back booths and long velvet curtains separating each table.The place screams high class.But of course, it would, it’s Vincenzo’s club.The shows are sensual, and the costumes are sexy as hell, but the dancers never get completely naked.The women here don’t bare all unless you pay them extra and only by reservation in the private rooms on the second level.At least, not according to Skyler.She used to work there.

But they all have wives or ol’ ladies,except Hawk,so what the hell are they going there for?I guess it’s not unusual for the guys to go to a strip club even if they have women of their own, though it’s not been common as of late.Jake spends every second he can touching Avery in some kind of public claim.It’s disgusting really.Annoying.And Declan and Ethan are no different.Hell, Ethan is twice as touchy-feely since Skyler became pregnant and even more so with Cash around.

They must be going for Hawk then.Maybe they’re looking to help get rid of his pissy mood.

“Uggghhhh!”I groan trying to force myself not to care, to just move on to the job at hand.

I scroll further, past all the women and talk of their boys night out until I spot Tate’s name and a text from several days ago.

Tate: The rat may be gone, but there’s still a mole among you.Go along with the Feds but be careful.Your sister’s life depends on your cooperation.And so does Sadie’s.

What the hell is he talking about go along with the Feds?And why the hell am I in danger?

That’s bullshit.I’m not in any danger.Right?

Matteo promised to keep you safe.Of course he’s not here at the moment, but you’re still safe.Sergio and his other men are here.

Comforting myself with the thought of Matteo’s men keeping me safe is ridiculous but helps me relax enough to keep digging.

There were several more texts from Hawk to Tate asking to meet up with Kayce or him and talk face to face.He also asked for their help in locating me, but Tate never replied.

I scramble to open Hawk’s emails.Most are intercompany emails for Garrison Security.Others were from clients.I know the one I’m looking for, so it doesn’t take long to find it.I want to see the one Tate sent with the video footage from the night I snuck Thomas into the basement.

The video that cost me everything I’ve ever wanted in a matter of seconds.

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