Kill For Me (Snakes Henchmen MC 5)

Willow is a good woman, and the kids in her care mean as much to her. She treats them just as she would her own sons. I know if she's worried about this little girl, something is terribly wrong.

“Willow said it was heartbreaking. She was singing, ‘Nobody loves me. Everybody hates me. Only my grandma loves me. Somebody save me.’ Can you even imagine your child singing something like that in such a sad tone?”

I shake my head at Maria while looking over at Gabe in his baby chair. Little Jessica is sitting beside him, leaning into him, and kissing his cheek again. I smile because Gabe is smiling at her. They love each other so much. Gabe smiling at Jessie always makes her giggle. I can't believe how beautiful he is. His little hazel eyes sparkle as he smiles at Jessica. She's making crazy faces at him, blowing air into her cheeks, and then pushing it out again with her tiny fists. Something her daddy taught her by doing the same thing to make her laugh. She's such an angelic little girl. So beautiful it overwhelms me. I've honestly never seen such a beautiful little girl. Jessie is the image of Maria, whom herself is stunning in every way. Like Gabe, Jessie is so loved, so well taken care of, and so protected. Both babies will grow up knowing that no one will ever hurt them; they will and are told every day how loved they are.

Thinking about the little girl who believes nobody loves her, brings tears to my eyes. I can't imagine my little boy ever being so sad and lonely that he'd sing to himself in a corner. That poor little girl must be hoping and praying that someone out there will take her away from all the pain.

“No,” I shake at Maria. “I don't think my heart could take the pain. Has Willow brought what she knows to the attention of the right people?”

“Well,” She gets herself comfortable on the couch opposite the chair I'm sitting in as if she's about to tell me some juicy gossip. I have to remind myself sometimes that Maria is a mafia princess, and whatever she's about to tell me is more than likely going to shock me, but be quite normal to her. “Willow told Hammer after he asked why she was holding their boys so tightly. Willow ended up telling him about the little girl; he then went and told Draven. It turns out the little girl's parents had been verbally abusing her, her whole life. They'd been physically beating the hell out of her since her older brother died three years ago. They blamed that baby for his death.”

My mouth hangs open in shock. How can anyone blame a child for the death of a sibling? That poor, innocent little girl. I don't even know her, and I want to hug her, and I want to tell her that she is loved. No child should ever feel unloved. It's breaking my heart to think about how many children there are in the world, feeling the same way as the little girl in Willow's class.

“Willow managed to get the little girl, Mallory, to open up to her. She told Willow everything her parents put her through. Poor little thing cried while telling Willow how her grandmother loves her. How she hugs and kisses her while telling her how much she is loved. Mallory said that her grandmother promised that one day she could live with her and she'd be safe.”

“How is that those people still have custody of Mallory? Has no one ever called social services?” Surely someone has noticed what's going on. I can't imagine that the neighbors, at least, haven't tried to help.

“What goes on behind closed doors stays there.” Maria shrugs. “Mallory had been conditioned not to say anything, to pretend she had a happy home life. I'm guessing that something bad happened and she couldn't shake it off, and that's why she was singing in the corner.”

I know that feeling all too well. My father would make sure Marnie and I never spoke about what happened in the privacy of our house. We were to make out like we had a wonderful home life. If anyone ever came looking because either of us had said something we shouldn't, he'd make us sorry. As a little girl, how are you to know that if you tell someone what's happening it will help? How are you to know that it will all stop because you'll be taken away to someplace safe? I sure didn't, so why would I think Mallory would?

“To cut a long story short, Draven was told, and Mallory is now living with her grandmother.”

“I know you wanted to cut the story short, but how the hell did that happen?” I'm not sure I want to know, but deep down my curiosity is getting the better of me.

“Mallory's parents wanted to go out for the night, so Mallory was having a sleepover at grandma's. Her parents died in a house fire that night, and grandma now has custody. Willow went to check on things today, and she said she's never seen Mallory smile so wide. Mallory knows her parents have died, and that she'll now be living with her grandmother permanently. Willow said Mallory was a little sad that her parents are gone, but so happy that she'll be safe and loved now.”

“Isn't that what it's all about? Seeing a child smile. I couldn't imagine Gabe being so sad he'd sing something like that to himself.”

“Hey,” Maria reaches over and takes my hand in hers. “It made you think of your childhood, didn't it?” I smile slightly, neither confirming nor denying. “I'm sorry you suffered the way you did, but it's over now, Brooke. You have a beautiful family of your own now. You are safe, sweetheart, and your son is going to have a wonderful life thanks to you.”

I smile and hug her. “I know you're right. I'm just so happy; Mallory is safe.”

“She always will be.” She pulls away from me. “My brother is going to make sure of it.”

Somehow, I knew she was going to say that. Although, I'm so glad right now that he is. It means Mallory and her grandmother will want for nothing, and that little girl will always be with the woman who loves her.

* * *

Sounds like something Vidal would do. You know he likes to be a hero.”

“Is it not possible he just wanted to help that little girl have a better life?”

Hawk rolls his eyes, and wraps his arms around me, bringing me into his tight embrace. “I love you more than anything in this world, Brooke. Your beautiful heart amazes me.”

I giggle and snuggle into him. “I love you, too, Hawk.” I look up at my man, stroking his beautiful face with my fingertips, being as good-looking as my man should be illegal. “I can't wait to marry you. I can't wait to have your baby.”

“You already had my baby.”

I slap his chest and laugh. “You know what I mean.”

“I do, and I can't wait either.” He leans in and kisses me. He kisses me so passionately, I know we'll be fucking any moment. Hawk grabs my ass in his hands, pulling me against his erection, and I feel my clit swell.

“We can't do this right now, Gabe is in the room.”

Hawk smirks at me while looking over my shoulder. “He's sound asleep, and we'll be quiet.”

I open my mouth to protest. I'm not comfortable having sex with my son i

n the room, but Hawk shuts me up with a kiss worthy of an Oscar. God, how am I ever meant to say no to this man?

I slide my fingers into his long hair and pull him closer. His hands slide under my shirt, hands heading towards my aching breasts. Maybe we shouldn't be doing this here at the clubhouse, but neither of us seems to be able to stop this. Since the first time we were together after the six weeks were up, we haven't gone a day where we've not made love and fucked all at the same time. No matter where we are, we can't seem to stop ourselves. It was always like this with us. We never could keep our hands to ourselves.

Hawk pops the button on my jeans just as the door knocks. The spell is broken, and I want to strangle whoever the fuck it is! It was stupid to think we wouldn't be interrupted when the place is packed.

“Who the fuck is it?!” Hawk yells.

“Aidan!”

I groan as Hawk kisses my head. Then I giggle as he adjusts himself in his jeans. Poor guy must be so uncomfortable. I know how big his dick is, I can only imagine how his erection is aching right now. “Come in!” He yells. Aidan walks through the door like he owns the place. I stand in front of Hawk with my arms wrapped around his waist and my head on his chest. He holds me protectively and asks Aidan, “What the fuck do you want?”

“I know you guys were busy; I can smell it,” I startle as Hawk growls at Aidan. Inside I'm laughing that the man can smell the hormones in the air. “But there's some woman here asking for Brooke.”

“What woman?” Hawk asks Aidan.

“Some blonde. We checked her for weapons and wires, but she's clean, so Jett told us to let her through. She's in the main room waiting, said she's not leaving until she sees Brooke.”

I swallow hard. I'm not scared as such, but I have no clue who would have come here looking for me. “Did she give her name?” I ask while wrapping my arm tighter around Hawk's waist and turning to look at Aidan. He wraps his arm over my shoulder. I always feel safer when his arm is around me.