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“Small world,” the blonde said as she flicked her head, sending her hair flying off her shoulders. “I’m mad you never called. Why didn’t you? Didn’t you have fun with me?”
Rather than get into what happened months ago, Hawk stayed silent. No point poking the bear.
“I’d love to reconnect with you.” The brunette gestured toward Addison. “She was just telling us about the Invitations to Escape. Do you do those?”
He slid his gaze to Addison. “I do—”
“Yes!” hissed the blonde. “I’m in. You owe me.”
“—with Addison,” he said, finishing his sentence.
Addison clasped his pinky, gave him a quick squeeze before letting go. He loved that about her. An understated action that let him know she liked what she heard.
Both clubbers gawked at her. “You are one lucky girl,” said the blonde. “That man can fuck.”
Jesus, have some class, will ya?
“I know, right?” added the brunette. “He’s off the market, is there even a reason to join?”
Tony, the bouncer, strode down the hall. “We got a problem outside.”
“Let us know if you want to sign up,” Addison said.
As she and Hawk followed Tony out front, Addison removed her mask.
Two men were standing in the parking lot, both armed with switchblades. They were circling each other like two bulls about to charge.
“Thanks, Tony,” Hawk said. “Keep everyone away.”
“Absolutely,” Tony replied as he corralled people back in line.
“Ready?” Hawk asked Addison.
She shot him a quick nod.
Walking side by side, they approached the men.
“Hey, guys, what’s going on?” Hawk asked.
“This dude asked my girl to hook up in your fucking club!” hollered the larger man.
“If I’d known she was yours, asshole, I wouldn’t have asked,” replied the slender guy. “She coulda said no, but she didn’t. Guess you’re not enough for her.”
“Fuck,” Hawk grumbled. The smaller one was goading the larger one.
“Put your weapons away,” Addison said, her commanding voice catching their attention.
“Get lost, lady,” said the smaller one.
“We’re the owners,” Hawk said. “If you don’t listen to her, we call the cops. You got three seconds to put the knives away.”
“Tell this motherfucker to stay away from my woman.” The big one was waving his arms, the knife’s blade catching the light from the parking lot lamp.
“I asked, she accepted,” said the slight man, “You ain’t my problem.”
The bigger man lunged, his blade pointed out.
“Now,” Hawk blurted.
