Chapter 8 Callie #2
WHEN I OPENED MY EYES, I could see night had fallen.
The room had darkened, and only shadows populated the space beyond the bed.
I inhaled a deep breath, relieved not to feel the same level of pain as I had before Falcon arrived.
He did good. My body would take some time to finish the healing process, but it wouldn’t be long.
Falcon’s healing energy soaked into my skin as he removed the bullet and stitched up the wound, ensuring I could leave this bar on my own within a few hours.
Perfect. I had shit to do once Callie was safe.
I’d deal with the Dirty Death and the fucker that shot me, but for now, I focused on the delicate scent of citrus, sunshine, and female.
A soft sigh escaped as Callie rolled onto her back. My hand slipped from her upper abdomen to her lower belly. I let my palm rest there, wondering what it would be like to put a baby inside her and watch my child grow in her womb.
Wait. What the fuck?
When the hell did that thought form in my head? Nu-uh. I didn’t want kids. Shit. I didn’t want an ol’ lady. I had a terrible fucking father, and there was no way I would be good at it.
What the hell was happening to me? Where did all these mushy feelings come from?
I yanked my hand away, forming a fist. This shit was too much.
Mate. The word popped into my head.
Nope. I wasn’t indulging in this. I got carried away yesterday. Too much adrenaline and shit. It meant nothing. I wasn’t looking for anything but a good time. Get my dick wet, and get the fuck out. I didn’t need—
Callie’s pretty gray eyes slowly opened, and a tiny smile formed on her lips. “Hi.”
My hand relaxed. “Hey.”
“How are you feeling, Hawk?”
Fuck. Me. Her raspy, sleep-laden voice did wicked things to my body. My cock agreed, swelling with the idea that keeping Callie between the sheets until I knocked her up was a fantastic idea.
I was so fucked. So. Fucked.
“All good,” I croaked.
“You sure? You sound pained.”
Oh, I was, but not like she thought.
My dick was so fucking hard that I could use it like a goddamn hammer right now. I ached to plunge into her pussy and feel her clench around me.
Stop thinking about sex, you stupid motherfucker.
“I’m fine,” I lied, watching as her little pink tongue swept across her bottom lip. Christ. Why was that so fucking sexy?
The thought that Callie didn’t have a lot of sexual experience popped into my head. I hoped she wasn’t a virgin. That shit was too much to deal with. But then the idea of it turned me on even more. Fuck. I’d like to be the only man she let between those thick, toned thighs.
Holy shit. I needed to get a fucking grip on myself.
“I wonder where Falcon went.” I had to change the subject. Think about anything other than Callie and how badly I wanted her. Puppies. Rain. A cloudy sky. Gray eyes. Callie!
Shit!
My Harley. Riding into the wind. The rumble of my bike’s engine. The smell of gasoline. Warm breath on the back of my neck. A sexy voice saying my name. Callie!
For fuck’s sake.
Her gaze locked on mine. “I think he’s at the bar.” Her soft fingers reached out and rested on my hand. “You seem agitated.”
She wasn’t wrong.
“Just thinking about Undertaker and his club.”
Yeah, that did it—no more thoughts of sex with Callie.
“I don’t blame you. They shot you!” She looked upset.
Damn. I didn’t like her feeling that way. “Hey, it’s gonna be alright. You’ll see.”
“That’s not what worries me, Hawk.”
“What’s on your mind?” I asked, tugging her close enough to feel her tits pressing against my chest. Dirty fucker.
“You said they probably know who I am since I worked at the mayor’s office. Does that mean they’ll come after me now?”
Sonofabitch.
“I hope not, but if they do, they’ll have to go through my whole fucking club to get to you. And that’s only if I’m not still breathin’, Callie.”
She shook her head. “I think they have my sister.”
Fuck. I forgot all about her missing sister. “Why do you believe that?”
“Because Sadie is an escort for the DOLL Agency. She got too close to the mayor. He’s been using her services, and she disappeared, just like the others.
Bree found evidence that he’s been working closely with the Dirty Death MC and an unknown entity trafficking girls out of Nevada.
That’s not all, though. My sister mentioned Undertaker’s name.
Sadie said she met him, and he liked her.
What if she learned something she wasn’t supposed to know? ”
Sadie. It couldn’t be the same girl. No fucking way.
“You have a sister named Sadie? What’s your last name?” I sat up, pulling Callie beside me. “It’s important.”
“Withers. Sadie Withers.”
Mindfuckingblown.
I turned, jumping up from the mattress to pick up my cut, pointing to my road name. HAWK. “You see this?”
“Of course, I have, Hawk. What are you trying to say? I don’t, oh wow. No way.” She scrambled from the bed, connecting the dots. “You’re the biker that saved Sadie? The one who beat Jed’s ass?”
Nodding, I swallowed loudly, wondering how we both missed this before now. Of course, I didn’t remember ever hearing her sister’s name, and she didn’t mention it until now. Still, what a small fucking world. “Yeah. I sure the fuck did. The abusive fucker got what he deserved.”
Callie rushed in my direction, throwing her arms around me.
“You went to jail and helped a woman you didn’t know.
You vindicated her and set my sister on a better path.
Jed probably would have hunted her down and killed her if you didn’t intervene that day.
” She lifted her head, staring into my face as tears slipped down her cheeks.
“I don’t know how to thank you enough for what you did.
You saved the person I love most in this world. You’re my hero, Hawk.”
I didn’t know how to respond. “I only did what needed to be done. It wasn’t a hard decision. I’m no hero, beautiful, but it sure strokes my ego that you think so,” I joked.
Compliments made me uncomfortable. Maybe that originated from my old man and how he always tried to make me feel beat down, worthless, and stupid. Took a lot of years to believe all that shit wasn’t true. Sometimes I still struggled with the verbal abuse more than the physical.
My head lowered, and my lips brushed Callie’s in a tender kiss. “I don’t like to see those pretty eyes shed tears. It’s just not right.”
She tried to smile and failed. “I need your help, Hawk. I have to find Sadie before it’s too late. You’re the only one who understands what she’s up against. I can’t lose her.”
No. I couldn’t let that happen. My choice five years ago ensured my involvement, and it was too late to turn my back now.
Not that I would. The sisters needed a miracle.
They got one. A biker, sinner, and outlaw.
A man society deemed a villain. But fuck if I wasn’t the perfect asshole to get the job done.
“You won’t. I’ll raise hell to bring her back to you.”