Final Ride (Lords of Mayhem 4)

“What do we do?” Maddie asked.

“If this is a yes, I’ll talk things over with the club’s president, pick some men out and get them over to you.”

“We’ll need a few minutes to talk it over,” Karla said.

“Done. Ariel and I are going to grab a drink at the bar.” He squeezed her waist and Hilary jumped. “Come on, girl.”

She slid from the stool, forcing her mind to shift gears. You’re a house mouse; look pretty, giggle, and follow directions. They walked to the bar, and he pulled out a stool. All eyes turned to them and she tensed. Hawk gripped the back of her neck with his massive hand and massaged. The tow-haired bartender walked up and the smile on his face faded as he approached Hawk with caution. Clearly he gets bikers in here often.

“What can I get for you?”

“What do you want, Ariel?” Hawk asked.

“Just a Coke, please,” Hilary said forcing a smile.

The bartender nodded. “And you?”

“I’ll take whatever pale ale you have on tap.”

“One belly buster coming up.” The bartender hurried away and Hawk chuckled.

The bartender returned swiftly with their drinks and they sat side by side biding their time as they let the girls work out the details.

“You know they’ll say yes, right?” Hawk said.

She turned her head to face him. “I hope so.”

“They’re smart enough to know I’m the safest way out. For sure, your girl Karla and Lorene are down. I thought Maddie was the twitchy one, but Nic proved me wrong. Tough façades always crumble under pressure,” Hilary said thoughtfully

“They didn’t have a choice but to fake it until they made it,” Hawk said.

The kindness he showed them while remaining firm gave her a better insight into who he was. Damn it, I don’t want to like him.

“Hawk, fancy seeing you here all by your lonesome.” The gruff voice rubbed her the wrong way. She turned her head and gasped at the sight of the hardened biker standing a few feet away. His bald head gleamed under the light and muscles bulged beneath his leather cut. The emblem of a Grim Reaper with wings above the name Angels of Death sent a stab fear through her gut. The hardcore motorcycle club was known for their rivalry with the Lords of Mayhem. The skin on his face was weathered, and his square jaw boasted a wicked scar. His dark brown eyes looked black and soulless.

“Ice.” Hawk tensed beside her.

“I’ve never seen you with this one. You guys get a new whore?”

“She’s mine, and none of your business.” Hawk stood. The legs of his stool scraped across the floor.

“Oh, Hawk got himself an old lady?” Ice said.

“Shit no, got a house mouse to look after the shit I don’t want to do anymore.” Hawk gripped her hair and pulled her head back just so. She met his gaze. “Easy on the eyes.” He leaned down and connected their lips. Bombs detonated inside her and her mouth opened. His tongue darted inside and she moaned as their mouths came together for the first time. Her nipples strained against the tank top and her center grew moist. He pulled away, and she sucked down air as the room spun.

“You see why I’m so possessive,” Hawk growled.

“Yeah, I can see. If you ever get tired of her,” Ice said.

“What originated in Mayhem stays there,” Hawk said.

There was an underlying issue between them she didn’t understand.

“Maybe it’s time you learn how to share,” Ice said.

“Never going to happen. Maybe you should tell your people that too.”

“You sure that’s the message you want conveyed?” Ice glared.