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“What the hell were you doing in a bar?” Hawk barks back.
“What do you think, smart ass? Getting drunk,” she says matter-of-factly. It makes me sad that she’s ruining her life way before she’s even been able to start it. When she looks between the two of us, she huffs again. “Don’t you two start on me. There’s no way you two didn’t drink when you were my age. Hypocritical doesn’t look good on either of you.”
I glance to Hawk. I’m sure we’re both thinking the same thing. “Rhea, it’s not just that, but Jesus, you’re drunk more than you’re sober,” Hawk tells her.
“You don’t know that. You don’t know me,” she bites back.
He lets out a frustrated sigh. “That may be right, but the times I’ve seen you, you haven’t exactly been sober.”
“My mom has been sick for a very long time. My sister walks on water, my father–”
“You’ve told me this, and those are only excuses. Do you know what Rose said once you left the room today?” When she doesn’t respond, he continues. “She said that it’s her fault you’re like this. So when she’s lucid, she knows that you’re drinking and she feels responsible.”
“Maybe because she is.”
“Bullshit!”
She huffs and turns to leave, but he takes hold of her arm.
“That right there tells me that you’re not mature enough to handle the dangers that drinking can bring. No one is responsible for your actions, but you. I don’t give a shit what life has dished out. That gives you no excuse to find your sanctuary at the bottom of a bottle. It doesn’t work that way. Your mother is an alcoholic, alcoholism runs in your family, and you’re too damn young to have to deal with that shit.”
She pulls her arm from his grasp, and she closes her eyes as tears slide down her cheeks. “I’m so alone,” she whispers. She sounds so childlike, and I understand where she’s coming from. Since the moment I found out Sienna was killed, I’ve felt alone.
“You’re not, Rhea.” He pulls her to him, and she goes willingly, grabbing at his T-shirt as she weeps into his chest. “We’ll get through this. Don’t worry, we’ll get through it.” He runs his hand down the length of her brown hair.
I clear my throat. “I need to get back to work. Martha can only cover for me for so long.”
“Are you working tonight?” he asks.
“Yea, but I’m not closing, so I should be home a little after midnight.”
“I’ll be at your house,” he says over his sister’s head.
I give him a small smile and rub my hand down Rhea’s back before I turn and make my way back to my job.
Hawk
Tessa snuggles into my side. Her breathing has been steady for almost an hour now, but I’ve got too much shit on my mind to be able to sleep which is going to be a pain in the ass tomorrow, or should I say later today when I need to function.
As soon as she walked in the door, I was on her. I needed to get lost in her. I needed to feel the softness of her skin against mine. I needed to hear her moans as I delved balls deep into her sweet pussy. It’s fucking heaven, and if I had my way, I’d fucking keep her wrapped around my dick all damn day.
It took everything in me not to pound her unconscious. To mark her skin, to leave a red mark on her neck, so every fucking prick out there knows she’s off limits. To show that fucker, Phil, if he’s dumb enough to approach her, that she’s off the market and that he never had a chance. This possessives that I feel burning in my veins is all consuming. There’s no fucking way that I’d ever walk away from her.
My phone vibrating across the nightstand has me jumping. The screen lights up, indicating that someone is now calling me and not just texting. I look at the screen and see that it’s Cut calling.
“What’s up, man?” I whisper as I roll Tessa from my body. She groans and wraps her arms around her pillow.
“We’ve got a problem, Hawk,” Cut says on the other end.
“What’s up? Did Jr. back out of the deal?” I slowly get to bed and quietly walk towards the bedroom door.
“Wait, go back,” I tell him.
“Yeah, I’m not fucking joking, Hawk. Tyson grabbed Savannah from my mom’s house. Bubba was on watch.”
Fucking Bubba.
“Where’s Sin?”
