Page 36 of Wrecked
“Hey, Tony, I’ve got a meeting with Liv. Dude told me to wait in line. He tried to hit me, so I stopped him.”
The bouncer bit back a smile before eyeing the member. “You okay, man?”
The man had gotten his breath back, but he was glaring at Hawk. “I’m gonna sue you.”
Hawk got up in his face, stared down at him. “Enjoy your evening. Don’t bother coming back. You just lost your membership.”
“Who the fuck are you?” the guy yelled.
“The new owner.” Hawk flicked his gaze to the bouncer. “Handle this.” He walked to the front door, yanked it open, and went inside.
Lost Souls wastheplace to be for cosplay in the DMV—the District, Maryland, Virginia. At the hostess stand, he held his phone under the scanner. The light turned green, but the hostess asked to see what was in the bags.
“Tomatoes.” He showed her.
With a smile, she waved him through, and he set off into the crowd, thick with costumed people.
Good for biz.
He swung by the bar, caught the bartender’s attention. She was an attractive woman—taller than average—with dark hair, dark eyes, and a warm smile. Addison and Liv had hired her a few months back, when their head bartender had quit. So far, so good.
“Hey, Hawk,” she said. “What can I get you?”
“A bottle of champagne.”
She rattled off two brands. Neither were top shelf, but it didn’t matter. He selected one, along with a small bottle of sparkling water.
“Four glasses,” he added.
She smiled. “Someone’s celebrating. I’ll have one of the servers bring them over to you.”
As he bulled his way through the throng of clubbers, he heard, “Yo, Hawk!” Jericho waved him over. He and Liv were sitting at a four-top tucked in the corner.
After setting the bags on the table, he eased down. “From the farm.”
Liv peeked into one of them. “I’ll take a bag.”
“Is Addison meeting us?” Hawk asked.
“That’s the plan,” Liv replied. “Is this one for her?”
“Yup,” Hawk bit out. “She here?”
“Not yet.” Liv studied him. “You okay?”
“Never fuckin’ better,” Hawk replied.
“What crawled upyourass and died?” Jericho asked.
A server appeared with the champagne, a small bottle of sparkling water, and four flutes. “Do you want me to open these?”
“We got it, babe,” Hawk replied. After the server left, he eyed Liv’s expanding tummy. “Can’t fit in a booth, can ya?”
Jericho and Liv laughed. “No, I can’t,” she replied.
“How’s ‘lil Savage doing?” Hawk asked.
While Jericho and Liv knew the gender of their baby, they were keeping it a secret.
