Hawke
Fuck my life.
I storm over to my motorcycle, rage filling me. I’ve fucked up. What the hell was I thinking? Fuming, I kick my bike a couple of times before straddling it and starting up the engine.
I look up at Luisa’s apartment window and see a light glowing. Her face comes into view and my heart sinks as I watch her close her curtains, shielding her from me. I don’t miss the way she was looking at me, as if she’s saying goodbye, tears flowing freely. I’ve hurt her and I hate myself for it.
I kick up my bike’s stand and speed off, heading to Rubix to have a drink. I need alcohol, right now.
What a night it had turned out to be. I’d had it all organized, to take Luisa out to dinner. I’d even gotten dressed up for her, and now here I am seated at Rubix’s bar, all alone with a beer in my hand. This is not the way I’d expected to spend my night.
When I arrived at the bar, I placed my cut back on. I’d taken it off when I got to Luisa’s, leaving me wearing just a white button-down shirt and dark blue jeans. I wanted for her to see me as a man, not just a biker. Yet here I am, drinking in a biker bar. Well, the Blood Brothers MC may own Rubix, but you would never know it. It’s clean, classy, and packed every night.
Actually, this is the same place I first met Luisa. I was here with Quill, handling a drunken asshole trying to cause a scene. Quill’s old man owed the douche a favor, and said he could have his way with one of our waitresses. That night Quill spotted Jasmine again, although he was already gone for her the moment he’d set sights on her that very morning. Maybe it was fate working for them. Shit if I know if that even exists, but that night, there Jasmine was again. Quill decided there and then that he was going to make her his.
That’s when I saw her.
Luisa.
She was dancing with Jasmine, her brown eyes giving me the once-over. From what I could gather, the way her gaze lingered on my torso, her tongue sliding provocatively along her bottom lip, she liked what she saw.
Me, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. The way she moved her hips to the music, her soft porcelain skin my hands begged to touch, was too much for any man to resist. At first I thought I wouldn’t be in with a chance with someone with her beauty, but when I stepped up and grabbed her around her waist, pulling her body close to dance, I knew she would be mine.
I can still remember the first time I felt her silky skin against me, and the way she sighed when I took her mouth in a kiss was fucking music to my ears. At first she’d tried to play hard to get, but when I kissed her she had kept me captive, her hands fisting in my hair and holding me to her.
I’ve had women before, I actually had a woman back at the clubhouse waiting for me, but I was not going to let this one get away. Not when my cock was begging to be inside her. I couldn’t remember the last time I had wanted a woman so badly.
I’m brought back to the present when Mike asks, “Bad day, brother?”
“You could say that,” I reply taking a swig of my beer.
Mike looks around the bar, then back at me. “You alone?”
“Yep,” I state, short and to the point.
“What’s up, Hawke? Where’s your woman?”
Mike is like a brother to the club, and he also served in the Marines with Quill and I. A couple of years after being discharged, he came looking for both of us and asked for a job. Quill offered Mike a position in our club but he wasn’t in a good place at the time. He said he wanted to try and get his life back on track, that he needed more of a regular kind of job, one that would pay the rent. He wasn’t ready to be part of a MC. Quill and I still hope that one day he’ll change his mind, but for now we’re happy as fuck to have him here running Rubix.
Can’t say things have changed much in the women department for Mike. With his good looks, and tattoos covering his bulky muscles, I can’t say I blame them. One day he will make one woman very happy, but for now he has the pick of the bunch at his fingertips.
“My woman?” I laugh. “Not sure if I have a woman after tonight.”
“No way, man, Luisa is a good one.”
I nod. “I know. But I fucked up, and I don’t know if she’ll forgive me,” I say as I peel the label off the Corona I’m drinking, meaning every word.
“Hawke, you’re a good man too. I know you. Don’t sell yourself short, brother.”
Mike finishes cleaning the glass in his hands, and drapes the towel over his shoulder before taking an order from someone standing at the bar.
I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, announcing a message, and I eagerly grab it out hoping it’s Luisa. When I glance at the screen I see it’s from an unknown number and my shoulders drop. It’s from Josie I work out when I open the message and start reading. Reece, I really need to see you. It’s important. Will you come over please?
I delete the message and throw my phone onto the bar. I don’t need her shit right now. She’s starting to get on my fucking nerves.
I swallow the rest of my beer, and turn to my side when I feel a tap on my shoulder.
“I thought I’d find you here,” Quill says, and I look behind him and see Trigger, Tracker, Blaze, Gunner, and Bear.
“What are you guys doin’ here?”
“Just like you, we needed a drink.” Quill slides into the seat next to me, and Mike places a Corona in front of him. I accept another and take a swig.
“I’m guessing things didn’t go well with Luisa tonight?”
Shaking my head I glance back down at my phone, lighting up and alerting me I have another message. I check just in case it’s Luisa, but see that it’s Josie again. I switch it off and place it back in my pocket, out of sight.
“Who’s that?”
When I ignore Quill’s question, he continues. “Is it Josie?”
“Yup.”
“What’s she want?”
“Don’t know, and don’t give a fuck,” I reply, taking my beer to my lips and drinking half the bottle this time.
“Ease up there, brother. You still gotta ride home,” Quill reminds me, tapping my back. “You wanna talk about what the fuck is going on in that head of yours?”
Quill points a finger to my temple. I move my head away and glare at him. “Fuck off, man. Don’t you have to be somewhere, anyway?”
“Nope,” Quill says smiling.
“Who’s watching over Jasmine?”
“Rhyder.”
I lift my chin and get up from my seat.
“Where you going?” Quill asks, his eyebrows drawing together.
I sigh and rub a hand down my face. “Back to the clubhouse to sleep. Not in the mood tonight.”
Quill nods then grabs my cut, stilling me before I can walk away from him. “Listen, Hawke. You got shit going on, I get that. But you need to talk? You come see me. You got me?”
“Yeah, man,” I reply, just wanting to get the hell out of here.
Quill finally lets go of my cut, allowing me to walk away from him and the guys, and I head outside to my bike. I straddle it and take off toward the clubhouse.