Reclaimed (Angel's Halo MC 4)

My heart contracted at that, but stumbled over the word ‘loved’. As in, she didn’t anymore? Had I really killed it all? I knew it wasn’t anything I didn’t deserve after the way I’d treated her in the past, but damn it all to hell if it didn’t sting like a motherfucker.

“I want you to be a part of the Club again, Jet.”

I shook my head. “And I want you to be mine. When I get what I want, maybe you’ll get what you want.” My tone came out harsher than I wanted it to, but I was still hurting over the ‘loved’ part.

She stomped her foot—actually stomped it—her lips pouting out in the way I remembered so well from when she was a little girl. Was it sick that it turned me on? I didn’t know and right then I didn’t give a damn. My dick was throbbing as I looked down at her. “You have to. I need you to call Ciro.”

My brows lifted. “Like I said, babe, I’ll give you what you want when I get what I want.” I was sure I’d already proved to her that I wasn’t above using emotional blackmail to get what I wanted. I would do anything to get Flick back. Anything.

She stomped her foot again and crossed her arms over her chest. My gaze instantly dropped to her tits. Ah, shit. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Fuck. Me.

“Jet!” she snapped at me and I forced my gaze back to her eyes. “Please, just do this for me.”

“Sure,” I promised with a nod, “as soon as I get what I want.”

“What exactly do you want, then?” she gritted out.

“You. Plain and simple. I want you back. In in my life, in my arms, in my bed.” For half a second I saw her eyes blaze with a fiery need that matched my own before she lowered her lashes and locked me out. She clenched her jaw and I saw her swallow hard several times before she nodded. My heart stopped. “Is that a yes?”

She blew a long, hard sigh out of her nose, causing her nostrils to flare in a sexy-as-hell way that made my dick ache that much more. “Yes,” she muttered.

I couldn’t keep my hands to myself for another second. I grabbed her around the waist and hauled her up against my throbbing body. “Flick,” I growled as I lowered my head and brushed my lips over her.

As desperate as I was, I kept the kiss soft and quick, knowing that now wasn’t the time. If I deepened the kiss right then, I knew I’d end up throwing Flick over my shoulder and finding the first bed to fuck her until she couldn’t stand. Lifting my head, I looked down at her through my lashes. Her lips were damp from our kiss and her eyes were closed, but there was a look of contentment on her face despite how unenthusiastic she’d been about agreeing to be mine again.

“I got things to do, then, I guess.” I dropped one more quick kiss on her lips before releasing her and fishing my phone out of my front pocket.

Chapter Six

Gracie

I could barely see the road through my tears. Sob after sob shook my entire body. I was swerving all over the place, but I didn’t dare stop until I got to work or I knew I wouldn’t make it to the office that day.

Things had been so great with Hawk. I fell more and more in love with him every day. It wasn’t until the night before, when Jet had brought Flick home, that I’d seen a new change in him that had made looking at him a little harder. I had no idea why he was so hostile against the other woman, but from the time he’d set eyes on the beauty his brother had brought home¸ I’d had a bad case of jealousy. Even when he’d been sharpening his tongue on Flick I’d gotten some kind of odd vibes off of him that had made me green with jealousy for the first time since Hawk had become mine.

All thoughts of my jealousy had been long gone once we’d gone to bed and he’d spent most of the night making me weep with the pleasure my body had become addicted to. Of course I’d overslept and was running on fumes as I’d rushed out the door that morning.

I’d gotten into the old Chevelle that Hawk had pretty much given me. When I’d mentioned buying one of my own he’d gotten all kinds of pouty so I hadn’t mentioned it again and continued to drive his old car. I’d barely started it up when I’d seen the package by his hog. Wanting one more kiss—and yeah, maybe to kiss him in front of Flick again because the jealousy was back with a vengeance—I’d gotten out and taken the package inside. It was fairly light and addressed to him and I’d smiled to myself as I’d opened the kitchen door.

Hawk had been glaring so hard at Flick that he hadn’t noticed me as I’d stood in the doorway with the package. “Yes, Gracie works for Jenkins. She’s his protégée. He’s her mentor. When she passes the bar she’s going to take over his practice.”

“So who’s paying for that?” Flick had asked in a voice that was calm despite the coldness of the look Hawk Hannigan was shooting at her. “You forget that I know Jenkins, Hawk. He doesn’t have a generous bone in his body. So who’s paying for it? You or t

he Club?”

I’d stiffened at her reasoning and my own anger had started to rise. How dare she come in here and make assumptions like that. Jenkins was a great lawyer and I was learning a heck of a lot more with him as my mentor than I would have with law school alone. I was already advanced well beyond all my other second-year classmates and even a few of my professors weren’t as up to date on criminal law as I was. Flick had been gone way too long if she didn’t think that Jenkins wouldn’t want to help me—

“Me.”

That one word had cut through my angry thoughts and kept slicing until it reached to my heart. No. No. No. It was a lie. It had to be.

The look on Hawk’s face as that word still rang in the air told me it wasn’t. Flick had been right to wonder. She obviously knew my man better than I did if she could come into this house and dissect him within a few minutes.

I wasn’t sure what hurt more: That Flick knew Hawk so well and could see through his bullshit better than I could, or that he’d gone behind my back—made a damn fool of me. He’d lied to me and had been lying from the very beginning of our relationship.

With a pain-filled gasp that I was helpless to contain, Hawk finally lifted his head and had looked at me. Before my eyes his face paled and if I’d been holding out hope that he was just trying to score points off Flick, it evaporated right then and there.

I’d licked my suddenly dry lips and tried to find my voice. “I-I found this out by the bikes. It’s addressed to you, Hawk… I thought it was something important and didn’t want you to miss it.” My hands had been shaking so badly that I had taken extra care setting the package down before turning around and running back to the car.