Page 69 of Wrecked
Hawk logged out of ALPHA’s secure website, shut his laptop.
“I was planning on swinging by Lost Souls tonight,” Tommy said. “Were you able to get me on the list?”
“Bro, I forgot.” Hawk pulled up the app on his phone and added Tommy as his guest. “Done.”
“How do I become a member?”
“I’ll sign you up later.”
Tommy pushed out of his chair. “Do you have to sponsor me?”
“No, but I’m one of the owners.”
Tommy’s eyes widened. “No shit. Why didn’t you say anything? Did Addison sell out?”
“Addison’s business partner sold me her half. I couldn’t say anything until we did the deed.” A very sexy Addison, going down on him, flashed in his mind.
He loved women, he loved showing them a good time, but he never thought about ‘em after. With Addison, it was the exact opposite. He couldn’tstopthinking about her.
The only thing he couldn’t get past was how hehadn’ttaken care of her. That was about to change, first chance he got.
“Are you swinging by the club?” Tommy asked, plucking him from his sexy thoughts.
“Not ‘til later. I’m headed to the farmhouse. Granddad’s been looking to hire someone, but he hasn’t found anyone. I’ve been swinging by a coupla times a week to help them out. Can you meet me there?”
“Where’s Prescott?” Tommy asked.
“He’ll be there.”
“Yeah, so I’m gonna pass. The farmhouse has never really been my jam, but I’ll catch you tonight.” After pushing out of his chair, Tommy left the room.
In the parking lot, Hawk mounted his motorcycle as Cooper, Danielle, Tommy, and two other Operatives exited the building.
“Wow, you bought it,” Danielle said. “That is sick. I’d love to borrow it sometime.”
“Anytime, babe,” Hawk replied.
“Nice bike,” Tommy said. “What is it?”
“Harley Davidson Low Rider ST,” Hawk replied.
“Whad’ya do with El Diablo?” Cooper asked.
“Sold it,” Hawk replied.
“I don’t remember you owning a motorcycle,” Tommy said.
“My friend, Sin, got me into riding.”
Tommy’s eyes widened. “As in Sinclair Develin? You know the Fixer?”
“I know the Fixer, babe.” Hawk pulled on the helmet, flashed a peace sign. “I’m out.”
He started the bike and its distinctive low rumble vibrated through him. He dropped it into gear, gunned the engine while letting out the clutch, and roared out of the parking lot.
Not long after, he arrived at his grandparents’ farmhouse, parked out front, and went inside.
The house was quiet and dark, so he flipped on lights as he made his way toward the kitchen. It was only ten after six in the evening, but he expected to see them eating dinner.
