Page 86 of Outlaw Xmas
“You’re the one who attacked Cherri, you sick bastard?” Hawk sunk his fist into Evan’s belly.
Gasping for air, he shook his head vigorously. “I didn’t know she was home,” he sputtered.
“Bullshit!” Hawk whacked him on the jaw, knocking him out. He gave Evan a hard kick on the side and went back to the mattress, picking up Braxton. The young boy stirred and his eyes fluttered open. Hawk kissed his cheek. “How’re you feeling?”
“Tired,” Braxton’s lids closed again.
“Don’t fall asleep on me. I’m gonna hand you over to Tiny. He’ll take you outside for some fresh air, okay?”
“Okay, Daddy.” He yawned and rested his head against Hawk’s shoulder. He handed his son to Tiny. “Did Banger get a hold of Doc?”
“Yeah. He’s talking to him now. Doc’s on his way over here.”
“Good. If Braxton’s breathing gets slow or his heartbeat races, get me. I need to finish up in here.” Tiny lifted his chin and left the room.
“Please don’t hurt me. I swear I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I won’t tell anyone what happened. I just needed some extra money. I didn’t know they were your kids.” Garret stood against the wall, scratching his arms until they bled.
Hawk believed him: he was a junkie and Christiansen fed his habit. He felt a twinge of regret that they’d have to kill him, but they couldn’t leave any witnesses. Besides, junkies were the worst. Hawk had no doubt that Garret would try and blackmail the club once he needed money for his next fix. They couldn’t have a loose thread like Garret.Junkies can never be trusted.
Looking at Rock, he shook his head. “You know what to do,” he said in a low voice.
Rock quirked his lips and pulled Garret into a choke hold. The man struggled and gasped as Rock’s arm tightened. Hawk turned away and went over to Evan who had come to and was sitting on the couch, his head between his hands.
“Now I know why his wife’s so horny for me,” Throttle said.
Evan looked up at him. “So you’re the one she keeps talking about?”
“Shut the fuck up! How much Benadryl did you give the boys?” Hawk loomed over him, and a surge of pleasure zipped through him when he saw fear in the Crazed Grinch’s eyes.
“About four capfuls. I wasn’t going to hurt them. I intended to call Cara and Belle and have them pick the children up. It was a stupid joke. I apologize for it.”
“Yeah… it was a fuckin’ stupid thing to do. The problem is I don’t like jokes. What about you, Throttle? Are you a joke man?”
Throttle scrunched his face while he slowly shook his head. “Nah. I don’t go in for them. Seems like no one’s laughing here, ass wipe.”
“I didn’t hurt them. Ask them. I just had a stupid moment. I shouldn’t have done it.”
“I’d say giving them a shit load of Benadryl is hurting ’em. What do you think, Throttle?”
Nodding, he rocked back on his boots. “I’d have to agree with you, Hawk. I’m fuckin’ pissed about it so I can only imagine how you must feel.”
Evan’s eyes darted from Hawk’s face to Throttle’s and back to Hawk’s. “How can I make this up to you? I really like Cara and Belle. I can’t believe I did something so stupid.”
“Stop saying my wife’s name or I’m gonna punch you in the throat to shut you the fuck up.” Anger roared through him.
“Okay, okay.” Evan tried to stand, but Throttle shoved him back.
“Doc’s here.” Tiny’s voice broke through Hawk’s fury.
“I’ll be right back.” As he walked out of the room, he saw Garret’s body in a heap on the floor and Rock bending over it.
The frosty wind made Hawk’s eyes water and he blinked several times as he walked over to Doc’s car. Banger sat in the front seat and Doc was in the back.
“How the hell are they?” Hawk asked as he slid inside the Land Rover.
“Do you know how much cold medicine they took?” Doc asked.
“The fucker said four of those cups that come with the medicine.”
