HAWK
FIVE YEARS LATER
Something tickles my chest. Fingertips slide up my torso and around my throat. I grunt, pushing the hand off of me before I roll onto my stomach. I don’t know how she spent the night, I usually don’t allow that, but I was piss drunk and high last night, so I’m sure that has something to do with it.
“Hey, baby,” she purrs.
Opening my eyes, I blink once, then twice. It takes me a moment for my eyes to focus and my heart races in sheer panic until they do. The girl looks far too much like Savanna. So much so that I doubt I was anywhere near sober when I brought her home, typically I stay far away from women who look anything close to her, let alone women who could pass as her twin.
Clearing my throat, I sit up, forcing her body to fall away from me. “Get the fuck out,” I bark as I stand from the bed and start to walk toward the bathroom.
“That’s a nice way to talk to me, especially after what we did last night.”
My brows rise in surprise at her words as I turn my head to look over my shoulder at her. She’s frowning, sitting straight up, her bare tits on display.
“What did we do?” I ask when she doesn’t clarify.
I watch as her puffy lips press together before she licks them, her gaze finding mine. “We had sex, a lot of sex. You did things to me that I’ve never allowed any other man to do,” she hisses.
My lips turn up into a smirk. “Anal?” I ask.
Her eyes widen and she reaches for the comforter to pull it up and hide her bare breasts. I don’t know why she’s trying to hide herself now, I’ve seen everything and apparently, I touched it all last night, too.
“You’re a pig. I can’t believe you’re just going to kick me out,” she snaps.
Leaning forward, my eyes find hers. “Bitch, you let some guy you don’t know fuck your ass, that shit is not my fault. I won’t make you my girl, my Old Lady, or my wife, get your shit and get the fuck out.”
I hear her call out my name, but I ignore her. Turning away, I walk into my small bathroom and slam the door closed before I lock it and start the shower. By the time I finish my shower, I’m pleasantly surprised to see that she and her shit are as I demanded—gone.
With a snort, I put some clothes on and head outside, ready to climb on my bike and go for a run. That is, until I hear someone from a megaphone tell me to freeze.
“This is the California State Police, stop where you are and put your hands up.”
Lifting my gaze to the sound, I’m surprised to see that I’m surrounded by three police cars and six officers, plus one bitch that looks exactly like Savanna. Lifting my hands in surrender, I narrow my eyes on the smiling bitch. She’s wearing a smug look on her otherwise pretty face as she crosses her arms under her tits.
The officers rush me, one grabs my wrist and roughly shifts my arm around, then the other before he slaps the cuffs on them.
“Don’t fuck with my baby sister, asshole,” he growls in my ear.
“Maybe your baby sister shouldn’t be whoring around with men she doesn’t know,” I snap.
Something hard lands on the back of my head and everything goes completely black. The next thing I know, I wake up on the concrete floor of a cold jail cell. I let out a moan as I roll from my side onto my back.
“Don’t fuck with my sister ever again. When you get out, I want you to pack your shit and leave town. I know what you are and I want you gone.”
“What am I?” I growl.
He snorts. “A Savage Beast and a piece of shit all rolled into one. I don’t want the likes of you in my town or near my sisters.”
“I have no intention of sticking my dick inside that pussy again, not with teeth like that.”
He growls and starts to charge toward the cell, but his partner wraps his arms around him from behind and whispers to him. I think about asking if they’re going to blow one another right in front of me, but decide against it, I think I’ve said enough.
It doesn’t take long before I’m released. They don’t have shit on me. My trailer didn’t have anything other than a little recreational blow in it, which isn’t going to cost me any time, just some cash, which I have plenty of.
Smirking toward him, I watch as his partner drags him away and I’m left alone. Nothing matters anymore. I’ve been on the run, breathing but not living, for fifteen years. I doubt I’ll ever find any semblance of peace. I’m just surviving at this point.
AVAH
I know that Cameron is a regular client, usually he is a meet in the hotel, do it in the dark kind of guy. I only know because one of the girls told me once that he was kind of vanilla and a bit lackluster. He’s good for Trista, and if anyone can push her toward more, it will be him.
My date, on the other hand, likes kink. I’ve been with him a few times and I always know that I’ll be out of commission for at least a week after. He likes to leave marks and there’s no way I can be with someone else with another man’s mark on my skin.
Never mind the fact that Layne would freak the fuck out, it’s just icky and kind of rude. So tonight, I’ll be with my date, and
