Page 15 of Slashes in the Snow
Ky
I text:My place. One hour.
Hawk responds:B there prez.
I drymy hair as I walk around my apartment buck naked. I needed a shower, and I needed to jerk off. Both needs have been satisfied. Spending all goddamn night at Kira’s with her wearing those tight little shorts, then having her purposely rub up against me all sexy-like on the back of my bike? She was driving me right to the verge of insanity. I have never been more hard up for a woman than I am for her. It’s a fucking disease, I tell ya.
I find a pair of clean boxer briefs just as my doorbell rings. Hawk, right on time. The man is never late.
“It’s open,” I yell and he lets himself in. We greet in my living room him with a hand clasp.
“What’s up, Prez? You rang, I’m here.”
“Nice to see a friendly face.” I drop down onto the leather couch. My place is nowhere near as fancy, or spacious, or sterile as Kira’s, but it’s home.
“Where’d you disappear to last night? We were all lookin’ for you.” Hawk claims his own piece of the couch. I’ve known Hunter “Hawkeye” Smith for nearly twelve years. Back then, he had a hard-on to get into the police academy, but a debilitating knee injury kept him from passing the physical. He stumbled into The Lion’s Den one night depressed, thirsty, and hungry for a fight. He definitely found one, too. He got the shit kicked out of him by my father and half his crew, me included. But Hawk had fire. He didn’t go down that easily. And after he was all bloodied up and out of gas, my father offered him a beer and a chance to run with the Squad. He liked his spirit. One thing about my father, he’s an excellent judge of character. He can tell within five minutes of meeting someone if they’re worth your time or not. Hawk was definitely worth our time. He’s proven himself loyal over and over again. I would trust him with my life.
He also has some special skills that come in very, very handy.
“I went to see the girl,” I divulge.
“The high-priced pussy? The one who came into the club yesterday?” He pushes his glasses up his nose. Don’t let the thick, black rims mislead you. Hawk is no nerd, geek, or fool. Crossing him would be like crossing Matt Murdock. Unassuming, but dangerous.
“That’d be the one,” I confirm.
“You hit that?”
“No, not exactly. Not like I wouldn’t, though.”
“You’d be a fucking fool not to.”
“She’s a little more complicated.”
“Complicated how? You catch feelings or something?”
“No. Nothing like that.” I blow out a hot breath. “She’s Gerard’s stepdaughter.”
It takes Hawk a second to connect the pieces. “You mean, she's your stepsister?” he quickly realizes.
“Yeah, that.Stepsister.”Not my favorite label.
“Well, what’d she want? A family reunion or somethin’?”
“Not exactly. She’s convinced someone is watching her. She’s totally freaked out, and apparently my father and his new wife are living it up in Paris for some new makeup launch or some shit, and she doesn’t want to be alone.”
“So she came to you? A man she doesn’t even know?” He sounds suspicious.
“Says my father talks highly of me. And that she trusts me.” Sounds just as crazy when I say it out loud.
“You sure she is who she says she is?” Good ol’ Hawk, always lookin’ out.
“Positive,” I reply sourly. My feelings are a mixed bag of shit when it comes to Kira.
“So, you’re tellin’ me all this why? As a confidant?”
“Not so much. I don’t care who knows. I’m just gonna be away from the club for a little while, and I need someone to run things in my absence.”
“How long is a little while?”
