Hawk
“Yo,” Dyke answers with the thump of music in the background.
“I need you to do some recon,” I tell him as I pull the slider to Tessa’s back patio open enough so I can fit my body through and step out into the night air.
“What’s this about?” he grunts, and I can hear his heavy boots walking away from the music, more than likely towards his or Cut’s office. “Is this about your mom and sisters?”
I run my hand over my head. “Fuck me, man. I haven’t even gotten to that yet.”
“Hawk’s on the phone,” I hear him tell someone else. “Hawk, I’m putting you on speaker. Cut, Brass and Lick are here.” I inwardly groan because this is not the conversation I want to have over speakerphone.
“What’s up, brother?” Cut asks.
I take a deep breath because I know this is a subject that Cut doesn’t like to address. We all but avoid the reasoning as to why Sienna was taken and killed. The club figured that Cut suffered enough losing his sister and father that he didn’t need to get any grief about allowing them to go to the mall without club protection. We know he was trying to be a brother, and that was the last time he’s put family before the club. Just ask Lily.
“I need information about the evening of the attack.”
“Fuck, Hawk. What the hell for?” Dyke asks. “You really want to dredge all that shit up now? With everything that has happened with Louie Jr. and his daughter and you want to bring that shit back up?”
“Yeah, fuck that shit,” Lick spits. “I’m not wanting to bring another turf war when things are finally settling down in the MC. We’re looking to the future, kid, and not the fucking past.”
I bite my tongue because there are so many things that I want to say to that fucker, but it’s not going to get me anywhere.
“What’s all this about?” Cut asks.
“It’s about Tessa.”
“Tessa Reese? What the fuck is going on out there, Hawk?” Brass asks.
“Jesus, fucking Christ. For twenty-eight years I’ve fallen in line for this MC. I’ve done my diligence, I’ve paid my fucking dues. I dance around with a fucking smile on my face while people have died—”
“That shit’s in the past, now,” Lick cuts me off. “You know we don’t run like that anymore. You’re asking for us to open a can of fucking worms the size of world war three if you dredge up that attack. The Diablos are on the verge of handing Louie Sr. over. Once that’s done, the wrongs will have been righted. Let Sienna rest in peace, man.”
“It’s not about fucking Sienna!” I roar, my chest heaving. I glance around when I see surrounding patio lights flicker on. Just fucking great. I don’t want to start any issues with Tessa’s neighbors.
“Hawk?” It’s Dyke, and by the sound of his voice, I know that he’s no longer on speakerphone. “Tell me, brother.”
“Tessa wasn’t just beat up, man. It’s far worse than what any of us knew. Those witnesses, they didn’t know shit. She was raped. Gang raped by the Diablos, and I need to know every single motherfucker who participated. I need the names of every man who touched her, and I need it now,” I growl.
Silence filters over the phone until I hear a grunt. “You’ll get the info that you’re after.”