Forever Zara: (novella 9.5) by V. Theia (knowledgeable books to read txt) 📗
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“Got it. I know who to reach out to under the radar. You thought about talking to Timmons?”
“Only if it’s necessary. She’s a pain in the ass right now, being a lackey for the mayor.”
“Better to stop her now.”
Rider made an agreeable noise.
She wasn’t high on his priority list.
But she was on it, which made Sofia Fielding a problem.
“If it comes to it, Prez, we can ask my Luxe to break into her place and plant some shit on her,” chuckled Grinder.
It was a thought and one he’d keep on the table.
He didn’t give a fuck about cops until they started giving a fuck about him, and then Rider did what a decent man wouldn’t do.
He didn’t know the next day would be so much fucking worse.
He was gonna wish he’d done something today while she peacocked her authority outside of his truck.
FOURTEEN
“Only a sociopath wouldn’t know he’s a family man.” - Hawk
Wedding: T-minus 6 days.
Wedding fever had overtaken the clubhouse in the past week.
Hawk was a typical lunatic by wishing for a full-scale murder spree.
Or a little one to ease the tension and frustration of listening to asinine conversations about flowers or what-the-fuck-ever else the old ladies liked to gab about for hours on end.
His old lady was not exempt from this trait, as he’d found out months back when wedding fanaticism reached a pitch of hysteria.
And because he loved the skin and bones of that woman and always craved to be around her, he opened his goddamn ears and listened to her chittering joy.
He didn’t begrudge Rider and his girl for their happiness. That shit was a long time coming, even if it took Rider being shot to get Zara in the mood for some wedding cake.
Females, he’d never understand them for as long as he lived.
But if he had to hear once more about the dress or venue, he might explode his lunacy all over the place.
It didn’t help that his half-brother was dogging his steps today, not giving Hawk time to breathe without a shadow on his ass.
Cutting his gaze up from the ground where he was draining oil from an engine, he watched Juicy grinning at his phone like an A-grade clown. This guy was supposed to have the same DNA… he couldn’t see it.
He laughed too much for one.
Sure, he could use his fists and could turn on the bad guy face when needed. He’d proven he was efficient with lying by deceiving Rex all these months.
But personality-wise, he and Juicy were not even on the same planet.
His Gia liked him, so did Krusher. Hawk was still on the fence.
Hawk wasn’t friendly.
He didn’t welcome the guy with open arms.
Why he wanted to be around was anyone’s guess. The minute the kid was back in Armado Springs, he made a beeline for Hawk. Every damn time.
It was fucking annoying. And confusing.
While Hawk strode outside to empty the pan of oil, he listened to the chuckling behind him. He hunkered down next to the bike again and called out over his shoulder, “If you’ve finished cackling at your phone, toss me the oil filter wrench.”
Hawk’s brows folded in at the eager way Juicy rushed over, getting down on his haunches. “She’s a beauty.” The other man remarked. “I need to do some work on my girl. She got a little battered on that last crash I had.”
“Because you drive like a maniac.”
Juicy chuckled. “It gets me places faster.”
The one thing Hawk knew about the kid, he was never quiet.
Never. Fucking. Quiet.
While he finished up on the engine, Juicy ran with a sprinting commentary of his week until Hawk thought his ears might burn off. Thank fuck when Juicy’s phone rang. The guy sprang up from the ground like he was on fire. A big goofy grin on his face as he rubbed a hand over his mohawk.
“Hey, babe. Everything okay?” He asked. “Nah, it’s good. I’m in the club garage. Yeah, I’m sure. How did that test go? Fucking smartass, I knew you would ace it. Can’t wait to see you. Yeah? I need my mouth on you, boy. Fucking miss you too. It’s been too long since you were under me, only a few days, and I’ll be there.”
At that point, Hawk tried to fucking deafen himself.
“Goddamn, you horny little shit. You better video me later. You got it, boy? I wanna see your face when you tell me that again. Yeah? Think you can, huh?” Juicy chuckled throatily, “we’ll see about that.” And then. “Nah, I’m hanging with Hawk. Good, yeah. He loves me.”
Hawk rolled his eyes.
Thank god for his woman strutting through the door. Or he might have conked Juicy over the horny head with a hammer, so he didn’t have to listen to the one-sided smut show.
He rose from the floor and peeled off the black latex gloves before he headed to the sink to scrub his hands. He didn’t like to dirty his woman, though she always said she didn’t mind.
“Hi, Juicy.” She called out, he replied and then added, “Bale says hi, and he’s still thinking about your lemon bars he had at Christmas.”
Gia chuckled. “I’ll bake him some more before you go there next.”
He didn’t care what they were talking about, not when he turned around to see her waiting patiently behind him, her eyes smiling.
His heart kicked like it didn’t know how to function properly when he saw her. She came into his arms immediately and lifted her face for his kiss.
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