Hawk
“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, it’s not like that with Savannah and me.” Sin barks.
I bring the rubber mallet up and bang out the metal of the fender that I’m currently working on. We’re in the bike shop. The metal building and cold concrete floors are like my second home. The smell of oil and brake cleaner hang in the air. The shop is on the property of our compound. This is the place where the club makes the majority of its money. Sin is one hundred percent committed to this shop. Building bikes are like second nature to him. The club life, not so much.
“You know you’re lying to yourself. You think you’re fooling everyone, but you aren’t. We all fucking see it.” I place the sheet of metal that I’m forming over my knee and slam the mallet against it again.
“You guys don't see shit. I’m helping a friend out.” He pushes away from the bike that’s currently on a small lift. He’s working on the details, the wiring, and last-minute touches before one of our clients come and picks it up. He grabs a screwdriver and pushes his way back towards the bike.
Sin is full of shit. Since the moment he rescued Savannah from her abusive ex-boyfriend he’s been anything but friends with her. I haven’t seen a guy so hung up on a girl since Cut laid eyes on his wife, Lily. There’s going to come a time when he’s honest with himself, and when that happens, it’s going to be him who’s knocked on his ass in disbelief. The entire MC sees how far gone he is for this girl—it’s fucking comical.
“You know, Hawk,” he drops a screwdriver into a metal tray before wiping his hands on a towel, “you sure have a lot to say when it comes to my love life or lack thereof. Is it like what they say, those who can’t, teach? You think you can’t have the happy life. The one woman–”
“Fuck, I don’t want the one woman. Not when I have a clubhouse full of pussy. It’s like a new one for every day of the week.”
He laughs. “Yeah, I’d like to see you tell that to Kimmie. That’s bitch is so hung up on you, it’s not even funny. The days of new snatch walking about this club are long gone. They’re all stretched out. There ain’t nothing nice about that group of bitches in there.” He points his finger towards the clubhouse.
I turn back around and continue on with forming the metal.
“I’m serious, Hawk. Why are you so hell-bent on pushing me about Savannah?”
“I’m not pushing shit on you, man. But you know you’re your own worst enemy when it comes to your happiness.”
“Fuck, and you’re not? You and I aren’t so different. Neither of us has been in love.”
I drop the piece of metal, making the loud clanging noise ring off the steel of the building. I pick it up and glance Sin’s way. He’s sitting there, not moving a muscle.
“No shit?”
Ignoring him, I take the rubber back to the metal, using the force to ease some of my frustrations.
“Hawk,” he shouts over the banging. “Stop for a minute.”
After a few more passes over the metal, I do as he says, and stop. “What?” I drop the mallet to the floor before placing the metal on the cart in front of me. When I spin around in my stool, he’s smiling.
“When?”
I’ve kept this to myself for fucking years, and there’s no reason to let it out in the open now. “When, what?”
“Don’t fucking do this, man. Just fucking tell me.”
“I don’t know, Sin? My entire life? High school and after? It doesn’t fucking matter now. She’s gone, and I’m pretty sure she isn’t coming back.”
Something flashes in his eyes. He stands up, the stool flies across the floor and slamming into the shelving unit. “Are you fucking serious?” His chest falls in rapid breaths. He takes a step towards me. “You were in love with my sister? Were you fucking her behind my back?”
I shoot to my feet, pissed that he would even think such a fucking thing. “You’re joking, right? You’d think that I’d sleep with your sister? That I would do that to you, to our friendship, to your family? Fuck you man!” I shove my hand into his shoulder, pushing just enough to give me enough room to leave the shop. I don’t need this shit.
“Then who?” he shouts before I get to the door. “Who the hell did you love? Who’s never coming back?”
I turn around, pissed at myself for giving him more of my time after what he just accused me of. “It was Tessa. Tessa Reese, you piece of shit.”
Without another word I turn back around, slamming my fist into the metal of the door as I leave the shop.