Hawk is the Sargent at Arms of the Sons Of Lucifer Motorcycle Club. Being an ex military sniper makes him a deadly force but also a haunted one. He's never shown much interest in women so his brothers are shocked when his sight locks on to Bluebell...
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Hawk "What can I do for you boys tonight?" A velvety smooth voice broke into my thoughts as my brothers all hollered at the blue hair beauty that stood before us. Her lily white skin and slim build made her seem doll like but the tattoos running the length of both her arms added a hardened edge to her otherwise innocent look.
"You can swing that sweet ass of yours on my lap darlin," Arrow grinned at the girl causing an involuntary growl to rip from my throat.
"No!" I bit out as my brothers curious gazes landed on me. I clenched my jaw and tried to remind myself she's a stripper and it's her job to be all over my brothers but for some reason I hated it. Her deep blue eyes snapped to me at my outburst.
"It's alright sugar I've got time for all you boys so there's no need to argue" she purred at us. Her body and words were saying all the right things but her eyes captivated me. They seemed vacant as if she was functioning on autopilot while her mind was elsewhere. A surge of protectiveness rushed over me as I realised that she didn't belong here and she definitely didn't seem to want to be here.
"Ah it's alright darlin. Grab us a round of bourbon instead," Arrow told the girl after catching my glare directed at him.
None of my brothers seemed interested in lap dances from the blue haired girl after my outburst. They all knew I hated joints like this and only just managed to persuade me to come tonight so they must have decided it was in their best interested to enjoy the show on stage instead of risk pissing me off further.
The girl served the boys round after round of drinks and served me an icy cold glare anytime I looked in her direction. She knew I had scared the boys out lap dances and was obviously not impressed that she would miss out on the extra money from them. The boys tipped the girls on stage generously but blue hair didn't get a whole lot for just bringing drinks. I felt way too guilty for ruining her pay for the night.
Bluebell "Who the fuck does that guy think he is!" I grumbled as I gathered the next round of drinks for the bikers.
"What's going on girl? Why are no laps being danced on?" Josie asked me.
"Some dickhead seems to have warned the rest of them off but hasn't taken me to a private room or even asked for a lap dance for himself," I spat out.
"Ugh bastard," Josie voiced my annoyance for me.
"And get this... he's not even ordered a drink all night! He has literally come to a strip club just to sit and look pissed off," I said to Josie before grabbing the tray of drinks and heading back to the bikers.
As I passed another table a hand shot out and roughly grabbed my arm causing me to flinch slightly at the unexpected contact.
"Venus I think you and I have a date in a private room," Barry sneered at me as his grip on my arm tightened. Barry was a regular at the lounge that I had been avoiding for the four years I've worked here. He was know for being way too rough with the girls he took to the private rooms but he payed Mr Montarrio hundreds of dollars to make him look the other way every time. There was even rumours that he had raped a few of the girls that had refused him the 'whole' experience.
"Sorry Barry but I've got to get these drinks to the Sons," I tried to give him my sweetest smile and turned to walk away. He tugged me towards him harshly causing the tray to slip from my hand and the glasses to shatter on the floor. I expected him to drag me to one of the rooms in the back and have his way without any interference. I definitely didn't expect a large muscular body to shove its way between us.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing," the voice belonging to the tall frame in front of me growled lowly at Barry. I stood behind the man completely confused as I recognised the patch on the back of the leather jacket labelled the man as a member of the Sons of Lucifer. Why would a Son be defending me?
"Just organising a private dance with Venus here," Barry choked out in a fear laced voice. Everyone in this town knew that you simply don't get on the wrong side of the Sons and expect to live.
"You spilled our fucking drinks," the man growled out. The whole situation now made a whole lot more sense to me. The Son wasn't angry that I was being handled roughly. He was just pissed that it caused their drinks to spill. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the rest of the members stand up from the tables ready to launch into a fight.
"Terribly sorry my friend! Here have the next round on me," Barry said as he passed a hundred dollar bill to the man in front of me.
The Son nodded at Barry and his hand landed on the small of my back as he guided me back towards the bar. "And don't touch Venus. She's ours tonight," he threw over his shoulder at Barry as we walked away.
I flicked my gaze up to him only to be met with the intense green eyes of the dickhead who had been ruining my night. I stepped away from him and up to the bar to grab the drinks for the rest of his club members.
"Woah girl that was a close call! Barry so would have dragged your ass away and done god knows what to you if that Son hadn't stepped in," Josie whisper yelled at me as she passed the drinks over the counter. I simply nodded at her as I turned to take the new drinks to the bikers.
To my surprise the green eyed biker was still standing behind me. My eyes roamed over his tall frame appreciating how impressive his broad shoulders appeared in the leather jacket. Dragging my gaze down his arms I took in how large his biceps seemed and then noticed his hands were balled in tight fists and his knuckles were turning white. I wondered why he seemed so agitated. Surely what Josie had said didn't bother him. He did belong to an notorious motorcycle club after all. The rough way men treated women can't be a new concept to him. A grunt from him interrupted my appraisal of the mans body. Realising that I had just openly ogled him I slammed my cold distant expression back onto my face and made my way towards the tables to give the others there drinks. I realised Barry had left the Lounge after his confrontation with the angry biker.
"Hawk, brother what was that about?" one of the other men asked as Hawk rejoined there table and I passed at the drinks. His name suited him I thought to myself. His sharp green gaze could definitely be likened to a bird of prey.
"He spilled our drinks," was all Hawk offered with a shrug of his shoulders as he lounged back in his seat. A few of the men shook their heads as if they were also confused by their brothers actions. His intense gaze was locked onto me for the rest of the night as I brought drinks to and collected empty glasses from their tables.
Finally 3am had rolled around and Josie yelled last call for drinks. The Sons had made their way out and it was time to collect any last tips and clear the tables. There on the table Hawk had been sitting at was five hundred dollars. I had no idea what I'd done to get such a huge tip but I was stoked! After cleaning up I headed back to the change room and pulled on my dark acid washed jeans and light pink leather jacket before heading out into the crisp night air.
