Unbeloved (Undeniable #4)(66)

“Shit, I’m sorry, D,” he said quietly, squeezing her closer. “Like I already told you, that ain’t my life anymore. You and Christopher, the club, that’s who I am now. Don’t need to be lookin’ back at bullshit.”

She was about to smile, he could tell by the way her eyes had lit up, and he was about to smile in response until just as quickly her bottom lip began to tremble and those eyes of hers filled with tears.

“No, no, no,” he muttered, rubbing his hand across her back in large circles. “No crying, D. More dick touching.”

A sort of sputtering sob erupted from her and her body began to shake. Hawk bent his head to the side to get a better look at her face, and found she was laughing. Well, still crying, but also laughing.

And just as he was about to insist that he hadn’t been joking and definitely wanted more dick touching, the gate monitor behind the bar began to buzz.

“The gate is opening,” Dorothy muttered, stretching her body to look over the back of the chair.

“Means whoever it is has the code and key,” he said, then added, “And whoever the f*ck it is, is going to die for interrupting us.”

“Oh shit!” she exclaimed, startling Hawk.

Suddenly Dorothy was cursing up a storm, scrambling off his lap and nearly falling flat on her face on the floor beside the chair. “Shit!”

“What?” Hawk shouted, looking around for a threat. “What the f*ck, woman?”

“Kami!” Dorothy screamed, pointing to the window as she made a mad dash for the front door. “Kami is here!”

“So f*ckin’ what?” he muttered, slumping back down.

“So what?” Dorothy shouted, throwing herself against the door. “Cox is in the back! With that girl!”

Annoyed, Hawk closed his eyes and lifted his shoulder. “His funeral.”

“OPEN THIS DOOR!” came a very familiar and annoying high-pitched scream from outside the clubhouse.

“Are you kidding me?” Dorothy exclaimed, grabbing the doorknob as it began to jiggle. “What about brotherhood? You’re just going to let Kami kill him?”

He cracked an eyelid at her. “Never did much like all the f*ckin’ cheatin’ that goes on around here.”

Dorothy paused and as she turned to look at him, her mouth slightly agape, she loosened her grip on the door. When it came swinging open, Dorothy was knocked backward and into the wall, where she fell to a heap on the floor.

“Where is he?” Kami screamed, her blonde hair flying wildly around her face as her head whipped back and forth. “Where is that cheating motherf*cker?”

“Jesus Christ, Kami!” Hawk shouted, struggling to sit up, wishing he could reach his crutches and get the f*ck out of this chair. “D! Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she called out, and when she lifted her head so he could see her face, he relaxed back in his chair, relieved that she wasn’t hurt.

“Fuck you both,” Kami snapped, marching forward.

“Kami!” Pushing herself up off the floor, Dorothy struggled to stand upright. “Kami, do you have a weapon?”

“No, I do not have a f*cking weapon!” Kami screamed over her shoulder. “Do you really think I’d risk going to jail for that Mexican whore?”

“Puerto Rican,” Hawk muttered, rolling his eyes.

“Shut up, Gorbachev!”

“Real original!” he shouted after her, wishing now more than ever that he could reach at least one of his crutches, if only to throw it at that bitch’s damn head. “Real f*ckin’ original!”

Rubbing the back of her head, Dorothy made her way back to him, her eyes wide as she stared down the hallway at Kami’s retreating back.

“We should go,” she whispered. “Before this gets ugly.”

“Why?” he asked. “His stupid ass got my dick touching interrupted. It’s only fair that I stick around to watch his get interrupted.”

Just as the last word had left his mouth, both a crash and a scream echoed from the back hall and Hawk smiled.

“One,” he muttered under his breath. “Two . . .”

Just then a fully nude, rather chubby-looking girl came running into the room, clutching her clothing to the front of her body. “Help him!” she screamed, running for the front door. “That crazy bitch is going to kill him!”

“Three,” Hawk finished.

“You’re so bad,” Dorothy said, fighting a smile.

He held his arm out to her, gesturing for her to climb back on top of him but instead, her gaze flickered to the hallway. “They’re going to kill each other . . .”

“So f*ckin’ what? How is that any different from any other day?”

Still staring off down the hall, Dorothy shook her head. “But did you see her face? This is different. She’s hurt, Hawk, really hurt.”

“Yeah, and Cox ain’t doin’ so well lately himself but that’s their business, their f*ckin’ marriage, not ours.”

Another shout sounded, this time sounding more like a sob.

“BITCH,” Cox bellowed. “You won’t f*ckin’ touch me, YOU WON’T FUCKIN’ LET ME TOUCH YOU!”

“It doesn’t matter!” Kami screamed. “You are mine! You are mine and you don’t get to be with another f*cking woman!”