RECKLESS IN INK (BOOK TWO)

B5/C13

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Third-person pov

Mireya checked her rearview mirror every few seconds as she drove throughout New York, her heart was pumping fast thinking that the Red Dragons would see her but she was driving Mel's car. The windows were tinted black so no one could see inside. Mireya drove another 30 minutes towards the warehouse that her father would go to. She finally pulled up and climbed out of the car, the place was quiet. Mireya banged on the front door when it opened, a gun was aimed at her until Juan saw that it was her. 

He quickly pulled her inside and hugged her. Once she pulled back she saw the bandage wrapped around his arm "I'm fine, flesh wound" he says, easing her mind. Juan led Mireya down the hall to one of the back rooms. "Your brother hasn't left her side," Juan says, squeezing her shoulder. Mireya nodded her head and slowly opened the door, she saw Miguel holding Ava's hand as it looked like they were both sleeping. 

As Mireya stepped closer to them, she saw Ava's shirt had been ripped open showing her midsection. They had tried to work on her but it had been too late. Mireya closed her eyes for a moment before opening them and placed a hand on her brother's shoulder, shaking him slightly to wake him. "Mireya… what.. What are you doing here?" He asked once he saw her.

"Juan called me… I'm so sorry Miguel" she says to her brother, tearing up. Miguel looked away from his sister towards the girl he was in love with. They had been together for 7 years, they had dreams of having children, getting married and growing old together. But now they would only be dreams to Miguel. 

"Did you know she was pregnant?..." Miguel asked his sister as he looked at Ava. 

"No, I didn't know…" Mireya says as she sighed, wiping the tears away. Ava had like a big sister to her, always caring, always smiling. She was welcomed with open arms into the family. Watching her brother hang his head broke her heart, she placed her hand on his shoulder before he turned to her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

They both cried for their lost.

Back in Vermont Twitch sat at the bar in an old rundown town, he was staring at the 6th beer bottle he had in front of him before taking a sip from it. He had been sitting there for a few hours, he had turned off his phone as Whiskey kept trying to contact him. His hands were uncontrollable as he kept clenching them into fists. 

Twitch wanted to drink his sorrows away but flashes of her smile were clouding his mind. As the bartender placed another beer in front of him he was bumped in the back by somebody, which he immediately stood up to face the guy who held a smirk. "Well if isn't stutter boy, long time man," Jacob says as Twitch glares at him. Jacob tries to pat him on the shoulder but Twitch dodges it pushing his hand away. "Aw come on man, no hard feelings." 

Twitch wasn't in the mood. All he could remember was what had happened in high school. Twitch knew he should have just walked away but because he had been so angry, he was looking for a fight. Anything to burn this fury that sat in body, crawling to get out. Twitch pulled back his fist and slammed it straight into Jacob's face, the sound of the broken nose could be heard since Twitch wore rings on his fingers, there would be more damage this time.

"No hard feelings right?" Twitch asked, watching Jacob stand up from his spot on the floor. People around the place had become quiet now as they watched the scene unfold. 

"Your nothing but trailer park trash, too bad you don't have that big girl hanging around ya huh? She was too good to pass up" Jacob smirks knowing he was pushing his limits, Twitch slammed his fist again into Jacob's face but this time he didn't stop until the police had shown up and pulled him away. They had cuffed Twitch and placed him in the back of the car before taking him to lock up. 

Once Mel had dropped her son off at his grandparent's place for a night, she had driven home. After the whole thing with Hawk, she wanted to be alone but when she pulled into the driveway of their house she sighed when she saw Hawk's motorcycle sitting there. Wondering if she should just back out and go somewhere else but she knew she had to face soon. 

Mel placed her keys and bag down on the counter by the front door when she walked inside the house. Once she walked into the kitchen she saw Hawk sitting at the kitchen table, he looked up when he saw her "Hey" he mumbled but Mel just stood there without a word on her lips. Hawk saw the red mark that she still had on her face, he slowly stood up and walked to her but Mel backed away from him, making Hawk stop. "Mel I'm sorry. I didn't…" Hawk sighed, he knew he fucked up and he didn't know how to fix it. "I didn't mean to hit you…" 

"I'm not a member of your club Beau. I am your wife, the mother of your son" Mel told him as she folded her arms across her chest.

"I know," Hawk nods his head "I know. I fucked up badly and there is no excuse to explain why I did what I did. I told you from the start I would never hurt you and I did, I understand if you want to pack a bag and leave." 

"I've been hurt in the past but I never thought you would…" Mel says before biting her lip, she sighed "I married a man that I fell in love with. We fight and we make up; it's just part of who we are." She says stepping forward, Mel looked up at her husband seeing the sadness in his eyes, the worrying as well. "I'm not leaving but if you hit me again I'll cut your balls off" she places her hands on his chest, raising an eyebrow at him "Got it?"

"Yes ma'am," Hawk says, grabbing a hold of her hips. 

"Good" she leaned up and kissed his lips but they were interrupted by his cell phone ringing. When he answered it, it was the local sheriff telling him that Twitch was in lock-up and needed a lawyer. Hawk pitched the bridge of his nose and sighed before telling the sheriff that he would get it sorted. 

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