Hiding Out (Hawks MC: Caroline Springs Charter, #2)

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He smiled. "However, someone I know and respect is, and he ain't happy you ruined his plans for the black bitch."
    Shoving Saxon outta the way, two steps and I was in his face, his tee and cut in my fisted hands. I hissed the next words nose to nose. "Leave her the fuck alone. You get me?"
    Guns were pulled and cocked all around us, brothers on both sides shouted at each other, but my eyes stayed trained on Blackie. He caught my gaze and whispered, "He paid a lotta money for her. He owns her and Dodge, he'll come callin' for her."
    "Who?" I snapped.
    "I ain't stupid enough to tell you. My debt with him is over. I came here, I told you the message, so I'm free of that shit." He pushed at my chest. "Keep a close eye on her."
    "Why are you warning me?"
    "I don't like the shit that's happenin'. It's fucked up, even for me. Those women...fuck, man, they're screwed."
    "He find out you sayin' this shit to me, he'll be all over your arse."
    "He won't know." He grinned like a maniac.
    "You trust your brothers?" I queried.
    "Some. Still, I knew you'd go at me and your brothers would keep mine occupied."
    "Tell me where the other girls are."
    "Don't know where he takes them."
    "Tell me who then."
    "Not happenin'," he said. "Gotta keep my family safe."
    "Your prez?" I pressed.
    He scoffed. "No way, he ain't smart enough."
    "How'd you know she's with us?"
    "Someone was in the house when you and your brothers showed."
    Fuck. Stupid move not checking the whole fuckin' house while we were there.
    Christ. Amateur fuckin' move, which meant they knew she was with me.
    "Dodge," Billy barked.
    "Jesus," I snarled, annoyed I didn't get the answers I wanted, yet shocked he was givin' me something at all. I shoved Blackie back hard. He fell to the ground. "Stay the fuck outta our territory. You come callin' again, I'll take you out."
    He got to his feet, brushed himself off and said, "Fine by me." With a flick of his wrist, he and his brothers left our property.
    We all watched them go before Memphis turned to Handle, Beast and Pride, then yelled, "Get back to work. Party's over." Once they were gone, he looked to me. "What is it?"
    "You don't trust those three you just sent away?"
    "Beast, yeah, not sure about the other two yet."
    "We're gonna need some help, maybe get Beast into our fold. Sucks we have to watch what we say and do in our own fuckin' brotherhood," I growled, shaking my head. "Meet at my place in ten," I added before headin' to my Harley with Sax and Billy. We were just riding through the gates as Dallas pulled in. "My place," I bit out.
    "Fuck, I missed the fun." He glared before turning his ride around and following us.
    Too much shit was goin' on. Fuckin' straight-up weird shit, with Blackie warning me to keep an eye on Willow. Though, he knew the guy, whoever the fuck he was, and I saw the fright in Blackie's eyes over the sick fucker. It must be worse than we thought. Church was definitely called for. We needed to shoot the shit off each other and see what we were missin'. I also didn't like the look Billy gave that other dude from Blackie's crew.
    I hated, fuckin' hated not knowing all the facts so I could fix it by killin' whoever I needed to.
    Whatever was to happen, with Blackie's warning, I knew one thing for certain...Willow wasn't goin' anywhere.

Chapter Eight
    D odge
    Willow was still crashed out when we got back to mine, but I found a new person sitting in the living room. Lan sent me a chin lift as I walked through the front door.
    "Kitchen, now," I said with my own chin lift then strode down the hall, knowing my brothers would follow. Lan, being a brother by default, had our backs, but he just didn't wear the patch.
    I sat at the end of the table, and Pick took the other end. Sax, Dallas and Billy were on one side, Dive and Lan on the other, and that left room for Memphis and Beast when they arrived. Thank fuck my kitchen was big. Josie must have stayed in the living room. She knew when it was time for church that it

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