Two Hitmen: A Double Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Lawless Book 1)

by Alice May Ball

  Midge’s face reddened. Hammer voice was low and firm. “Hawk, as you are a guest from another club, and one with rank, there is no way that I would insult you and call you a cheat.”

  Hawk’s eyes danced. His jaw clenched.

  “So, if you were to cheat,” Hammer went on evenly, “I’d have no other option than to kill you.”

  Hawks lips tightened and he bared his teeth. “Big talk, Hammer.” A grin widened across his face. Midge shook with his whitening knuckles on the green felt of the table.

  Hammer said, “So, Hawk, you want to play that hand again, or is there maybe something you’d want to share with us. Something tucked in your right cuff perhaps?”

  Hawk’s buckles jingled and the leather creaked as he stood. All of the bikers’ chairs slid back and they all rose immediately. Hawk reached into his sleeve. The left sleeve, though, not the right.

  “Why don’t we share this, motherfucker.”

  He produced a long, wide, glinting blade.

  The other bikers all moved back to clear space. Hawk held the blade towards Hammer. The tip pointed at Hammer’s face. “I’ll have this end,” Hawk growled, “you can have the other,” and he waved the blade.

  Beanie was near, and he made a move towards Hawk. With no sign of hurry, Hammer lifted a hand. Beanie stopped. Hammer took an easy step around the table to Hawk. Hawk turned to keep his face to Hammer. The point of the knife stayed aimed at Hammer’s nose.

  Hawk shifted his grip on the handle and Hammer paused in front of him. Hammer’s expression softened and his voice quieted. “We don’t pull weapons in the clubhouse, Hawk.”

  “You call a man a cheat, you’ll need to back it up, Hammer.”

  “You know I’m ready to do that, Hawk,” Hammer’s tone was mild. Easy. “You want to make a beef, we can take it to the barn.”

  Hawk snarled, “You afraid to fight me like a man, Hammer?”

  “No, Hawk,” Hammer sounded like he was speaking kindly to a child, “If that’s what you want, that’s how we’ll settle it. Man to man and hand to hand.” He held Hawk’s eye. “Not with blades, though. And not in the clubhouse.”

  Hawk looked back at him. His grip moved on the knife handle and the blade twitched. It swished as it cut through the air when he pulled the blade down by his side.

  Hammer’s smile was gentle. “The barn then, Hawk?” Hawk nodded.

  Hammer stretched his arm towards the door and his body turned. Hawk lunged with the blade forwards.

  Beanie brought his hands down fast on Hawk’s arm and twisted it back. Beanie’s head snapped back as the cutting edge swished past his face.

  He twisted Hawk’s arm and the big knife clattered to the floor.

  Beanie’s lips tightened as he held his grip on Hawk’s arm. Veins pumped on Hawk’s red face as he stared into Beanie’s eye. He was a lot wider and heavier than Beanie.

  Hammer smiled and laid a big hand gently on Hawk’s shoulder. “A bout on the canvas is just the relaxation you need.”

  The other bikers watched Hawk. One had scooped up the knife and it was out of sight now. Their eyes all flicked to Beanie, like they were seeing him in a new light.

  Hammer held the door open. His voice raised and it was like a rumble of distant thunder. “A’ight. We end this. Now.”

  Smoke thickened the dark air in the high barn. Muffled echoes swelled as bikers came in from the clubhouse. They sensed the fight coming.

  At the far end, Hammer paced and prowled the perimeter of the low platform. Stripped out of his shirt, his powerful muscles rippled under the storybook of ink that ranged over the ridges of his torso. His hands were wrapped tight in white linen tape.

  A sheen caught the light as the damp skin on his six-pack rolled with his easy prowl. As Hammer’s muscles flexed, my breath caught in my throat. A pungent, earthy musk wafted on the air.

  Jascinta’s honeyed voice in my ear startled me. “Careful what you wish for, Belle.” Her eyes smoldered. I couldn’t tell if she was giving me a warning me for my own sake, or if she had an agenda of her own.

  My knees felt weak and I was drawn to the stage. The little skirt seemed more inadequate than ever now and I felt the air move around the tops of my thighs. It was a shock to realize how hot I was down there. And how wet. My mouth was dry and I licked my lips. Probably too much.

  Hawk was off the podium to one side. Stripped to the waist, his massive chest heaved and glistened. Angular patterns of ink on the bulges of his pecs and his rippling biceps were frosted with tiny drops of moisture.

  Under his dark, heavy brow, his hard eyes swept the room and penetrated the smoky gloom.

  He pulled strips of tape taught over his knuckles and his big hands. Over the thickness of his neck and the mounds of his shoulders, an angry rash spread in a ‘V’ down his back. His arms and his chest were massive. As he limbered up, his movements were angular, explosive jolts.

  Bikers crowded the front of the platform. Beanie hung at the edge. Midge skulked alone in the shadows by the wall. I was pressed in the crowd but still I pushed forwards, drawn by the tension.

  Hammer kept his eyes downwards, but the surge around him was clearly a home crowd. A rustle waved through the throng and my thighs trembled as Hawk’s bulk bounded up onto the platform.

  He was thicker, taller and heavier than Hammer, by a lot. The two men circled each other. It looked like the beginning of a long dance.

  Then Hawk lunged and slung a fast backhand at Hammer. Hammer moved back to dodge and Hawk slammed a fist in his path.

  Caught on the side of the head, Hammer faltered as he moved back. He retreated fast. Hawk moved in with one hand out and a fist cocked.

  Hammer was ready and powered a low blow into Hawk's stomach. Hawk didn't falter and lashed out straight at Hammer's jaw. Hammer dodged him, but he had to retreat once more.

  Carlie slid in through the knot of bikers at the edge of the podium. She wriggled as she passed each man. Tense furrows creased the foreheads of the bikers and they shouted, waved their fists. All the men that I heard were shouting for Hammer.

  Carlie squeezed her way to the front. Still naked under the bike jacket, the shreds of her sheer panties still hanging from her waist, she leaned forward with her hands on the podium. She shouted encouragement to Hammer. At least, that was what it sounded like. Her words were unrecognizable and her mouth slackened open.

  Hammer was still dodging. He connected two savage blows, one on the side of Hawk’s head and another one hard on his chin. The bigger man barely registered the force.

  Hawk’s eyes flashed and his movements sped up. He fired off jabs at a rattling rate. He didn't land many, but every contact he made rang in the dusty barn like a dark omen.

  Carlie writhed and sprang like she was electrified. She squealed and her hands spread back over all the men nearby. Her legs were farther apart. Her ass rubbed and writhed against the bikers behind her.

  She shouted every time Hammer ducked or feinted. When Hawk got a fist on Hammer, she howled and groaned.

  The two men lunged at each other and collided to grapple. Rapid elbows and knees cannoned in and out of the four-legged bundle, until they rolled to the mat and over.

  Hammer was on top and slammed both fists at the side of Hawk's head. Hawk's forearm craned almost lazily up to knock Hammer to the floor and Hawk rolled on top of him.

  Hammer's knee jerked into Hawk's gut. Hawk wrenched Hammer's leg. Hammer tried to roll Hawk over, but the man was too heavy.

  Hammer's wrist landed at the side of Hawk's temple. Hawk didn't even notice as he threw down his forearm at Hammer's face. Hammer jerked and barely evaded him.

  Hawk bounced on Hammer's chest. The thud and the wet, sinuous crunch were sickening. Carlie banged her fists on the canvas and she yowled. The biker behind her rubbed the hard mound in his denims right into the crack of her pert ass.

  Hawk's eyes stretched wider and wilder. They bulged, bloodshot and his lips curled back. He heard Carlie shout and slam
her hand on the canvas and he started towards her.

  Hammer took the chance to slide himself free. As he hauled himself up to his feet, Hawk barely registered that he was moving. Then a manic fury lit his face and he puffed even redder.

  Both arms came up and back, over his head. His hands were gripped. He was poised to bring his whole weight and strength down on Carlie. She looked up, frozen and her jaw sagged.

  Hammer swung his arms out to the left and clasped his hands together, like a southpaw at bat. He paused a spilt second and then swung.

  Hammer's two fists slammed the side of Hawk's throat. Hawk sagged like he'd been poleaxed. He swung on his knees and fell like a pine tree.

  Hawk's head dropped towards the edge of the podium. Hammer lunged forward to catch him. He gently turned the unconscious biker over and his ear went quickly to Hawk's chest.

  Hawk was carried back into the clubhouse, to a room in he back with a cot. Carlie and Hammer were more concerned bout him than anyone else. The anxiety on Carlie's face was touching, considering that he might have crushed her if Hammer hadn't laid him out.

  On the way to the room, I said to Hammer, “Hawk got lost in a ’roid rage, right?”

  He looked in my eyes like he was seeing me for the first time and he nodded. Some of Larry’s card-playing buddies used anabolic steroids. The redness and the violent mood-swings were always the clues to stay out of the way, when hey had been doing too many.

  Jascinta had given the whole group of us some pretty intense looks as we closed the door to the room, but she made no move to join us.

  My legs still trembled and my breath shook. Hammer’s tenderness in caring for Hawk made me want to wrap my body around him and slide down the slopes of his pulsing muscles.

  As Hawk groaned and blinked, his hard eye fixed on me and my hand went up to my throat, then through my hair. My hand shook as I reached for the bourbon bottle. I took a slug straight from the neck. Hawk’s jeans tightened from the huge bulge at the front. It stirred as I watched.

  Beanie held Carlie’s shoulders and I handed her the bottle. As she took it, her hand touched mine. I almost jumped, I was so charged up and hyper-sensitive. Carlie gave me her pretty smile as she stroked Beanie’s ass and pulled him to her.

  Hammer’s voice was soft and low. “You okay, Hawk?”

  “Yeah,” he leaned up on his elbows. “I guess the bout was yours, Hammer. I got no beef about it.”

  He shook his head and said, “I feel kind of an ass about the card game, bro.”

  Hammer said, “Hawk, it’s all done.” He paused for a moment. He looked into Hawk’s eyes. “You got to ride your own road, and I’m not one to judge. You might want to ease off on the ’roids, though.”

  “I’ve been pushing the training some. Could be I’ve been overdoing it.” My stomach melted a little when he said to Beanie, “You stepped up there, bro. Sorry about the blade.”

  Carlie pressed back against Beanie. Hammer said, “Didn’t go unnoticed, Beanie. Could be you earned your top rocker there.”

  Hammer’s dark eyes fixed me. My stomach dropped and my knees felt like they turned to liquid. He said, “Hawk’s still our guest. Might be time to do some earning yourself.”

  I looked at him, not sure that I understood. His voice rumbled. “Hawk could do with having some hospitality demonstrated.” Hawk rose up. So did the bulge in his pants.

  All the time I’d been in the club I knew that I might be called on for sexual favors. While it was an abstract idea, I hadn’t had to confront my feelings. Now there wasn’t time and I felt unprepared.

  Watching Hawk’s huge chest as he stamped around the ring, feeling the shock of his powerful thighs as the floor shook, I was insanely turned on. During the fight, as I saw Carlie absently run her hands all over the men around her, my hips squirmed and my thighs parted and flexed.

  I wanted to do the same. To feel the bulk of a strange cock harden as I squeezed and stroked. I yearned to feel my breasts press up against hard flesh. The sight of Hawk’s big, hard hands made me want to feel him force his way up my skirt, up my thighs and up me.

  Now I was nervous and indecisive. My head was shaking, but it was only a reflex from the confusion. As my head shook, though, a light gleamed in Hawk’s eye. If I was, or if I seemed to be unwilling, the way he bared his teeth said that would be fine with him.

  I let out a groan and took a small step back. Hawk grabbed my hair. I looked in his eyes as I said, “No.” But I didn’t move, except to lift the bottle to my lips.

  I made an elaborate show of sealing my lips around the neck of the bottle then slipping it in before I took a great gulp. Hawk’s hot breath and his scent intoxicated me.

  The bourbon went off like a crackling string of firecrackers on my tongue, on the back of my mouth. It tipped a cascade of fire down my throat. Over Hawk’s shoulder I saw Hammer watch me. Now, Hawk stood and dragged me by my hair, down onto my knees.

  Carlie turned to Beanie with her hands on his chest. Beanie watched me as she stroked his chest. She slid her arms into his jacket, then she opened hers to press her big, bare breasts against him. His eyelids lowered, but he still kept looking at me.

  Carlie didn’t mind. She slid down his legs.

  Carlie hauled out Beanie’s cock, and I freed Hawk’s beast, almost like we were dancers with a rehearsed routine. I held Hawk’s hard, fat mast up straight and felt its pulses zing. I drank in the dark musk from his velvety ridges as I licked him from head to sac.

  Hawk’s thighs parted wider and he pulled my mouth over the slick, bulging head. The smoky tang of precum slid along my tongue as he forced the hot shaft into the back of my throat.

  My eyes were wide and sweet saliva gushed like a faucet as he jammed his bulb into the soft, wet contractions of my neck. To my side, Carlie had her mouth wide and her lips all the way down over Beanie’s pole. Her nose nuzzled in his wiry pubes and her head ducked along him.

  From the corner of my eye, I saw that even while he gasped and groaned, Beanie still watched me. Hawk jerked my head savagely on his cock and drove it into my throat without hesitation. He took what he wanted and that was all.

  He leaned over to slide his hands down my t-shirt. When his fingers got tangled at the scooped neck, he just ripped the shirt. He pulled me up so that my breasts pressed against the bulging denim on his thighs.

  My nipples stung and elongated from the friction. I pulled on them, hard. Hawk’s hands went back into my hair and he gripped as he slammed his hips into my reddening wet face. His balls bounced under my chin.

  As he pushed in even harder, he leaned over to smack my ass and my tits. At each strangled yelp from my throat, every time my neck contracted on his pulsing cock, he rammed himself harder, deeper into my face.

  He growled as he piled harder and I felt my front teeth drag into the skin at his haft. He roared like a burned bear and his big hand whacked against the side of my head.

  It jerked me sideways, and my vision and hearing were momentarily blurred. I looked up and saw Hawk’s neck was swollen and red. His eyes blazed.

  I was unsteady on my knees and my arms waved uselessly. He gripped my hair at the back of my head with one hand. The other hand raised high above his head.

  “HAWK!” Hammer’s voice shocked the air and Hawk momentarily froze. He stretched his arm farther back to swing. The air rushed at my face ahead of his hand.

  It all felt like a slow-mo movie sequence. Through nothing but unbalance and lost coordination, I had slipped sideways. At once I felt the pain of my hair tearing in the back of my head and the hard breeze as Hawk’s fist missed my cheek by millimeters.

  Through it all was the grating noise of Hawk’s growls and roar. Just as suddenly, Hawk’s fingers fell open and his muscles all relaxed. Beanie stood behind him. He held a piece of two-by-four like a bat.

  On the sharp, angled edge near the end was a patch of dark red. Hawk turned unnaturally slowly. He lunged at Beanie. The wood made a dull thud and a crack a
s swung under his ear. Hawk’s head bobbed comically sideways.

  Hammer called a contact at Hawk’s club.

  “I wouldn’t call, bro, but we’ve had to knock him out twice in less than an hour. If he’s here much longer, I’m worried you could get him back in a bag.” He paused, “Right. And as a guest here, I’d sooner say ‘so long’ while he’s still breathing… yeah… hospitality. Exactly.”

  Two bikers arrived with a van to carry Hawk away. Fortunately he remained out cold the whole time.

  After Hammer closed the door on them, he looked around at Carlie, Beanie and I. “I’d say we’re in need of some recuperative recreation.”