“Don’t be fucking stupid, Dom.” He was so fucking annoyed with the man. “Send in a team for Pistorius and the woman and do what you have to, to make them talk. That way Mitchell stays alive and you get the information you need.”
“I need the woman to stay where she is for now as she’s connected to something bigger. Tell Jagger to suck it up and fuck her until it’s time to move forward. Pistorius is expendable; he’s muscle, nothing else.”
“You’re pissing me off, Maingarde. My men do not fuck bitches to obtain intelligence for you and your fucking organisation.”
A sigh gusted over the line.
“Sorry, Hawk, that was uncalled for. Blame it on the long damned night I’m having.”
“What do you mean night? Are you telling me you haven’t been to bed yet? Jesus, Dom, it’s five in the afternoon. You need to get some sleep. You can’t run an organisation like yours without sleep, you’ll make fucked up decisions if you do.”
Dom sighed and Hawk could hear the weariness in the tone of the sigh.
“I have so much going on right now that sleep is not something I’m getting very often. Hopefully as soon as I have things calmed down I’ll be able to catch a few hours. Now, back to our problem. Gideon reached out to Mason but his phone is either turned off or dead. We’ll keep trying, in the meantime, should you clash with those bastards, try and keep my man alive, please. He’s a good man and a great operative. And Gideon will be highly pissed off if anything happens to him. He’s a friend.”
“I can’t promise anything, Dom. What I can give you is a general location for your man. Ziggy will send you the coordinates shortly. Pull him out before it’s too late.”
They exchanged a few more words before Hawk ended the call and threw his phone on his desk. Dom had to know that the bitch had deep connections to the Harrisons, so why not grab her and pull what he needed out of her head?
Pushing himself up he picked up his phone and slipped it into his pocket. He had enough of handling problems today. Right now he was going to turn off the shit in his head, have a beer and relax.
He needed just a tiny bit of calm before the madness that would take over the clubhouse as the party progressed.
How strange that he now saw it as madness when not very long ago he would have been looking forward to the party and finding a wet pussy or two to sink into.
Something he no longer thought about or wanted. And he had his little bird to thank for that.
And he did. He thanked the fates for sending her to him every single day.
Three hours later Hawk sat at the bar with his old lady next to him and wished like hell he could just throw her over his shoulder and spend the rest of the night making love to her.
But he couldn’t because he had to do the official patch over in about ten minutes. Maybe afterwards he could slip out with his old lady and shut the world out for a while.
Looking at the end of the bar he frowned. Jagger stood with his arms crossed over his chest and a highly pissed off look on his face as two women tried to chat him up. It happened all the time, the party girls all vied to try and get him to fuck them. He never did.
Catching Chris’s eye he tilted his head to the end of the bar and she gave him a little nod. She had already seen that her brother needed someone to send the bitches packing.
Before Chris could make a move one of the girls who had come in with the Herons walked up to the small group and made shooing movements with her hands. Strangely the two women backed off immediately. Hawk watched as she turned to Jagger and said something. His brother shook his head as he answered and the woman smiled gave a small nod then sat down on the barstool beside him.
Chris shot over there and leant over the bar saying something to the woman. Words were exchanged and then Chris was pouring a drink for her while Jagger ignored them both. His eyes were on the room, scanning it, never relaxing.
Lifting a hand he waved at Chris who nodded, finished pouring the drink and came over to him.
He leant over the bar so as not to raise his voice and his little bird was right there with him.
“Who is she and what is she doing with Jag?”
“She’s apparently a Herons party girl. Hangs out with them when she feels like a party, but apparently she’s not one of their club whores. Those two she chased off are club whores and she said they are nasty bitches. She told me she liked the look of Jag but he told her he has a woman and wasn’t interested. She said she never touches a man who has a woman.”
He opened his mouth but his little bird got there first.
“Men lie, how would she know if they had a woman or not?”
Chris shrugged, wordlessly letting them know that she didn’t know the answer to the question.
“Did she give you a name?”
“Ja, she said she’s Snow. She sort of looks like she could be the naughty version of Snow White don’t you think?”
His woman tapped the top of the bar a couple of times as if thinking then slipped off her stool. Hawk was about to follow her when Ice slapped a hand on his shoulder.
“I think it’s time to get this done, Prez. Everyone’s eaten and the party is about to get rowdy.”
Giving his woman one last look Hawk got up and walked over to where the rest of the officers, including Jagger, were waiting for him.
Sin nodded at Damon who had been watching them and he instantly cut the music.
Beast gave a piercing whistle and silence fell over the room.
Hawk waited a few seconds before he started.
“Everyone here knows why we are here tonight. You have recently met or you know the men from the Flying Herons MC and you see them here tonight without their club colours. Those colours were removed because they are now members of the Iron Dogz MC and our new brothers. They will retain their road names as they were given those names by their brothers who are now our brothers. It is my honour as their new president to present them with their new colours tonight. Before we start there is one rule our new brothers have not been made aware of. The rule is as follows. If you piss me off I will not give you a fine or some sissy bullshit like that. You will meet me in the ring and we won’t step out until I say so. Piss me off enough and you’ll be pissing blood for a couple of days. But the minute we step out of that ring all is forgiven and we don’t talk about it again. It’s behind us, done. So, it’s easy, if you don’t want to meet me in the ring, don’t piss me off.”
His brothers laughed and howled and Hawk grinned and shrugged. Yes, he had a quick temper, but he got over it quickly as well, and their new brothers would learn about it soon enough.
“Let’s get this done.” He turned to Kahn and nodded.
He called the names one by one, starting with Breker and finally only their prospect remained. Hawk had a chat with Breker and Puzzle about the man. He had been with the Herons for almost six months and had served them well. He had already been given a road name by their late prez and Hawk would be sticking with it. Even if he wanted to he couldn’t patch the man in because he had to serve his time with his new club.
“We have one last piece of business. Prospect, step up here.”
Hawk had been watching the man all night and had to agree with his road name. The prospect had worked around the men and women here tonight and no one had noticed him. He had silently gone about his duties but had been watchful and ready for anything.
Ice handed him the leather kutte and he stood waiting as the prospect walked up to him wearing the denim kutte the Herons prospects apparently wore until they were patched in.
“The Iron Dogz MC have a different tradition concerning prospects. If we invite you to prospect with us you are given a leather kutte to which you will add your prospect patch and if you already have a road name, a patch with your name.”
He held the brand new leather kutte high and watched the prospect’s eyes widen.
“The day you earn your patch the prospect patch comes off and your colours go on. The kutt
e you start with as a prospect is the kutte you have on your back for the rest of your life. Your kutte becomes part of the history of your club, becomes a part of you. Treat it with the respect it deserves.”
Lowering his arm he looked at the prospect and grinned.
“Brothers, meet your newest prospect, Adder! Treat him well, use him well and teach him to howl with the big dogs!”
Hawk held the kutte out to Adder and watched as Breker helped him out of the old one and on with the new.
The minute he had the kutte on his back his brothers started howling. Throwing his head back Hawk joined them.
Stepping away from the celebrations going on in the middle of the room he headed back to the bar. His old lady was still chatting to the club girl. They looked damned cosy and he wondered what the hell his woman was cooking up this time.
Not that he was worried, he was sure he would find out eventually. He was just about to sitdown when a frantic Devon pushed through the crowd towards him.
What now?
“Prez, there’s a woman at the gate insisting we have her daughter locked up in here. She’s with some dangerous looking people and the more we said we don’t know what she’s talking about the more she insists on coming in.” Devon gave a quick glance to the side and dropped his voice. “I think she’s talking about Jagger’s lady.”
“Go back. Tell her I’m on my way.” He had lowered his voice as he gave the order.
The minute Devon turned to leave he was looking for the three men who would accompany him down to the gate. He chose Ice, Beast and Sin because he didn’t want to involve Jagger in the shit that would be going down.
It didn’t take them long to walk down to the gate, especially not when they were all pissed off as hell.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Hawk demanded.
A heavily made up woman sauntered up to the partly open gate with what she most probably thought was a sexy walk but all it did was make her look stupid. She was dressed in a flowing dress with flat sandals and her hair was wild and messy. When she reached him she held out a photograph and he glanced at it without taking it from her.
“Hello Handsome, I’m here to see my daughter and once I’m sure she’s not being held against her will you and I can explore this chemistry I feel between us.” Her voice was husky and in another life he might have liked it. But not anymore, now it just pissed him off.
“Whoever that is, she’s not here. No one in my clubhouse is here against their will. They are all invited guests. You are not. Get back in your cars and get the fuck off my property.”
The bitch dropped the sexpot act immediately and her true colours came shining through. Venom laced the words falling from her lips.
“I have it on good authority that you and your filthy club abducted my daughter. You will release her right now or I’m calling the police!”
Hawk laughed and so did his men, even those watching from the wall.
“Go ahead, call the pigs and see what that gets you.” Beast leant forward as he hissed the words at her. “Nothing, it will get you nothing, because there’s nothing to get. We don’t have your daughter, bitch. Listen to my Prez and get your worn out old ass off our property before we call the pigs on you.”
She was hissing like a boiler about to explode when Ice calmly deflated her anger with his upper class lawyer’s voice. “Ma’am, I don’t know who sent you on this wild goose chase but I promise you, your daughter isn’t in our clubhouse. If she was we would have gladly brought her to you. Now, I suggest you and your companions leave before we are forced to have you removed.”
Hawk silently watched as the painted up whore allowed one of the men with her to help her back to the car. Just before she reached it she turned and threw a final threat at them.
“If I find out she’s here and you lied to me I will come back with the police and have you arrested for kidnapping.”
The man whispered something and she slid into the passenger seat of the car with an angry huff.
Hawk, Ice and Beast and the men at the gate and on the walls watched as the two cars drove away. Only when Devon reported that the cars were back on the road and driving away from the property did they turn and walk back to the clubhouse.
“Are you going to tell Jagger about this?” Ice asked quietly.
“Not tonight. I’ll talk to him tomorrow.”
All Hawk wanted was to get back inside and to his old lady. Walking inside he made his way through his partying brothers and their women to where his old lady was still sitting talking to the club girl.
“Prez.” Jagger’s voice came from beside him and he stopped.
“Ja, brother, what can I do for you?
Jagger smiled. “Nothing, Boss, just here to tell you I’m heading out.”
Hawk frowned. “Already? You in a hurry to get home?”
Then Jagger did something he did not expect. He grinned, shrugged then winked.
“Ja, I am. Got a woman waiting on me and I’d rather be with her than here watching my brothers get shitfaced and fucking random bitches.”
Hawk gave a short nod. “I get it, bro. Go, get out of here, but I need to see you and the rest of the officers in my office tomorrow. I will text you a time. Now go, get back to your woman.”
He saw the questions in Jagger’s eyes but he ignored them as he clapped him on the shoulder then moved to where his old lady sat chatting with a fucking club whore.
Stepping up against her back he wrapped his arms around his old lady, kissed her neck and whispered against her ear.
“You’re drinking?”
He felt her body shaking with laughter then she tilted her head back to look up at him.
“Chris made me a lime and soda because I don’t feel like drinking tonight, baby.” She pointed at the woman sitting next to her who was watching them with interested eyes. “This is Snow, she’s a Herons girl and came over to party with the guys.”
Hawk gave her a short nod but his old lady wasn’t done.
“Snow, this is my old man, Hawk, your new President if you choose to make it so” She didn’t stop at an introduction.
Fuck. If the brothers heard what she said they would not be happy.
“I really think you should re-think this whole club girl bullshit. Don’t make it official. Keep your freedom and hang out when you feel like it. There are some good girls here but there are some slutty bitches as well. Do you really want to take a dick that’s been plunging into one of those? Rather hangaround, take your time to check out the brothers who don’t fuck those easy twats over there. You’re quality and you need them to earn the right to get their dicks wet. At least that’s how I see it.”
His old lady shrugged then lifted her glass and drank the last of her drink, put the glass down and gave the woman sitting next to her a soft tap on the shoulder.
“Glad I met you and thanks for getting those two sluts to back off Jagger. We’ll chat again. Now I’m off to practice making babies with my old man. Have a good night, Snow White.”
The woman gave them a rather stunned look then nodded.
“Pleased to have met both of you and thanks for the advice, DC. I promise I’ll give it some serious thought.”
Shoving her wildly curly hair away from her face his old lady gave a slow nod, then hopped off her chair and dragged him away and up to their room. And he didn’t stop her because that’s exactly where he wanted to be as well.
And he wasn’t practising making a baby. He was working hard at making the real thing.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Bart
“I’m sick and fucking tired of waiting for those nature fucks to drop their guard. We’re going to go into that bleeding heart animal farm and take what we want.”
The bitch gave a condescending laugh and he wanted to slam his fist in her face hard enough to make her swallow her too white teeth, the laugh and the attitude. He had no idea how the biker had put up with her shit for so long. He had heard she was a good f
uck but that condescending arrogance of hers killed his hard on, every time.
“Don’t be stupid, Bart. You go storming in there with all the security they have right now and you will die instead of the animals. We need to play this very, very carefully. When nothing happens they will drop their guard and that’s what we want. We want them to get complacent and that’s when we strike.”
Fuck, she was such a know it all. Those bastards are aware now and won’t be dropping their vigilance. Not for a very, very long time. If ever.
“Call me stupid one more time and you’ll regret it. The longer we hang around here the more chances there are of those bloody bikers finding us, and I can’t leave until the little bitch is dead.”
She huffed out an irritated breath. And once again he had to restrain himself not the wrap his hands around her neck and squeeze until she stopped breathing.
“Those bikers are stupid as hell and they’ll never realise you’re hiding right under their noses. You need to be patient. I know you want to get this done and get out of the country but we have to time this just right. If we wait to strike at that ugly little bitch the ones at the sanctuary will assume the threat is gone, that’s when we get in, kill the cats, take what we want and get out. Easy.”
She had no idea what she was talking about. If those cats had been in a nature reserve it would have been a different story. But they were being watched closely by well-trained men, men who wouldn’t hesitate to shoot to kill. He was about to let the bitch have it when a cold as ice voice stopped every thought in his head and held him frozen in place.
“It’s not as easy as you think, Celestine.”
Celeste gasped and swung towards the doorway, her eyes wide with fear.
“Godmother! What are you doing here? It’s too dangerous for you around here.”
“Nonsense. I’ve been listening to the two of you arguing over minutiae and wasting time. Time I do not have to give you.”
Bart dropped his head at the rebuke in her voice. They were both fucked if she no longer needed them.
“Bart, who do you have on those filthy bikers?”
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