Hawk_Devil's Fury Book 3 Read online

  Contents

  Warning

  Acknowledgments

  Note to reader

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  Chapter 64

  Chapter 65

  Chapter 66

  Chapter 67

  Chapter 68

  Chapter 69

  Chapter 70

  Chapter 71

  Chapter 72

  Chapter 73

  Chapter 74

  Chapter 75

  Chapter 76

  Chapter 77

  Chapter 78

  Chapter 79

  Chapter 80

  Chapter 81

  Chapter 82

  Chapter 83

  Chapter 84

  Chapter 85

  Chapter 86

  Chapter 87

  Chapter 88

  Chapter 89

  Chapter 90

  Chapter 91

  Epilogue

  Also by Torrie Robles

  About the Author

  Warning: This contains sexual and explicit content that is not intended for those under the age of 18. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual event, locales, or person living or dead are coincidental.

  Hawk

  Copyright © 2018

  By: Torrie Robles

  Editing by: Jennifer Roberts-Hall

  Photograph by: Golden Czermak

  Cover Model: Josh McCann

  Cover Design: Judi Perkins with Concierge Literary Designs & Photography

  Formatting by: Mermaid Publishing House

  This novel contains intense sexual violence. If you are sensitive to storylines that include rape, violence, and extreme language, please proceed with caution.

  I’ve spent the past four years in the indie community and every year only gets better. We all grow as authors, our support system changes and strengthens with every new friendship we make. I’m excited about what the future holds for me.

  Jenni – My little southern spitfire. Love is such an inadequate word to describe what I feel for you, but I’ll tell you anyway. I love you, girl! You’re not only a part of my tribe, but you’re my family. Thank you, as always, for putting up with my freak outs. Thank you for having the patience that I need to be able to get this book where I wanted it to be. But most of all, thank you for still reading my rough versions, even though I tell you I proof them before I send them when you and I both know that’s not true. #SorryNotSorry #IJustCantDoIt

  The Girls – Thank you for listening to me complain about writing. Thank you for being understanding when my books come before our lunches or time spent. I’m grateful for your support and friendship.

  The Squad - Angie, and Nicole, you’d never know that it’s only been months since we became friends. You both are the definition of a support team. I’m so grateful that you’ve both come into my life. Thank you for letting me know that I’m not on this journey alone. I wouldn’t want to travel it with anyone else. #Squad

  Natasha – I’m writing this while you’re waiting for me to send you Hawk so you can proof it. I love you. Thank you for volunteering to read my books and help me make them as perfect as they can be. I appreciate all the time you spend.

  Jennifer – I have to say, I feel that I was a little more patient with this book than I was with Lick. Thank you for putting up with my constant messages. I love the way you work. I love how you always know what to do to make my books flow. You are a gem, and I’m so thankful that you’re in my corner.

  Parts of this story concur with the first two books in the series, and for the best reader enjoyment should be read in order.

  Remember, as with the other stories in this series, there is extreme situations, please read with caution.

  Tessa

  There’s always been an air about him. An easiness that I’ve craved. Even as kids, his boyish smile made me feel things I didn’t understand. Now, we’re almost out of high school, and my feelings for him have intensified. Only he doesn’t know it.

  “What are you looking at?” Sienna, my best friend, asks.

  “The boys.” I lift my head toward Sienna’s brothers, Matthew and Devin Jr., who are standing with Keith, Hawking, and Tylan.

  We’re at the lake. The first somewhat warm day of the season, and we’ve decided to spend it out on the water. Matthew enlisted in the army, and this is his last weekend before he ships off. Sienna hasn’t been happy about it. Not that I can blame her. If either of my two brothers were to leave home, I’d be devastated, and we aren’t nearly as close as she and Matt are.

  Sienna and I have opted to spend some time in the water on the rafts while the boys toss a Frisbee around on the sand. Of course, they aren’t alone. Those boys rarely go a day without having some girl hanging from their arm.

  “I hope you’re not staring at my brothers because that would be gross.” She shakes her body, making the plastic raft dance in the water.

  I laugh. “Not your brothers, squirt.” I nudge her raft with my foot. I like to call her squirt even though she’s technically older than I am. Only by weeks, but still.

  Glancing her way, I witness her shaking her head. “I don’t see why you bother with Hawking, Tessa. He doesn’t give you the time of day. He’s too busy sticking his package into worn out club snatch.”

  “I’m gonna marry that boy, I tell ya, Sienna. One day I’m gonna marry him.”

  “If you say so.” She shrugs.

  “I don’t just say so, I know so. I can feel it in my soul.”

  It’s destiny. I don’t care what anyone says.

  Tessa

  “It’s gonna be killer tonight. The party is supposed to be off the hook,” Sienna says as we leave the mall. The sun is slowly setting in the west allowing the golden glow of the parking lot lights to illuminate the blacktop. The air is still warm even though it’s the beginning of fall, but that’s what we expect in New Mexico.

  “Devin said he’ll cover for me, so I don’t have to hav
e someone from the club following us.”

  “You mean you.”

  “Yeah.” She shrugs. “Whatever.”

  “Is that why we don’t have a babysitter now?”

  When we aren’t with her brothers, then someone from their MC is with us—except today. Protection, Devin Sr. says. It’s the only way he’ll allow his little girl to have somewhat of a life. Even at the age of twenty, she still has to have someone close by. I don’t pretend to know how it is to live as a daughter of an MC president. My mama has told me time and time again to keep my head down when I’m around the clubhouse or even the members. I’m surprised she’s allowed me to continue my friendship with Sienna all these years.

  “Hey, chicas. Que pasa? What’s up?”

  My eyes shoot up to a group of guys walking towards us. The lights shine above them, causing dark shadows to fall upon each of their faces. They’re all wearing black leather vests, which only means one thing in these parts—MC club. The hairs on the back of my neck raise, an uneasy feeling comes over me as they continue to get closer. From my peripheral vision, I see more guys surround us.

  “Looks like they’re all by their lonesome,” the second guy says as he scans the area.

  “Tsk, tsk tsk, where’s your Papi, little lady?” Another guy asks.

  Sienna’s hand grabs my wrist. Her nails dig into my skin.

  “You’re a pretty little thing, aren’t cha?” Another guy steps closer, taking her hair between his fingers, bringing it to his face before he inhales. “Hmmm… No wonder the Prez has a thing for the Sinclair ladies. They are some fine ass bitches.” He tilts his head back and hoots into the air, making me jump.

  “What do you want?” Sienna snaps while I stand there, silent. My heart is pounding within my chest, my blood rushing through my ears.

  “Well, that’s a damn good question.” The one who still has Sienna’s hair in his hands answers. He eyes her up and down, licking his lips. Without warning, he tugs on her hair, pulling her body to his. Her back hits his chest, making her yelp. “Now, now, little lady. Let’s keep this little exchange quiet, shall we?” he speaks in her ear, while he stares at me. Slowly I watch as his hand comes up and squeezes her breast. Tears instantly form in her eyes before they roll down her cheeks.

  “You aren’t a Sinclair, are you?” The voice coming from the left asks me.

  Turning my head, a man stands next to me. His eyes are crazed as he takes in my body. I start to shudder in fear as he runs his fingers up and down my arm. Sienna’s cries are muffled. I shake my head no.

  “He only said he wanted the Sinclair bitch.” He takes a step closer to me, wrapping his hand around my waist, tugging me to his body. Dragging his nose up my neck, my body breaks out in chills. I close my eyes when I feel the wet of his tongue touch my skin.

  “I say Prez can have the Sinclair bitch, and we’ll take this one.”

  “Yeah,” another one sneers, “We can have our own little party.”

  “Hell yeah, let’s fuck her.”

  My eyes snap open as I sit up, gasping for air. My body is clammy from the sweat of my nightmare. It’s been years since I’ve had that dream. Since I felt the way, his breath snaked along my skin. The feel of his hands, no their hands as they slithered across my body, taking everything from me. Taking a deep breath, I calm myself. It doesn’t do me any good to dwell on the past. What’s done is done.

  I’m stronger now.

  I will not be broken.

  Concentrate on the present, on my life, on my responsibilities.

  On my future.

  “Hey, Tessa,” Martha, the charge nurse, greets me as I enter through the swinging doors. My cart, full of cleaning supplies, barely moves beneath its weight.

  “Hey, Martha,” I grit as I push.

  Rolling her eyes, she shakes her head. “I don’t know why you insist on overloading that cart, honey. One of these days you’re gonna pull something and end up as a patient and not a housekeeper.”

  I stop at the nurses’ station that she’s currently sitting behind and adjust the messy knot on the top of my head. “The faster I can make it through my rounds, the sooner I can get home.”

  “Yeah, baby. I get it. But there’s only one of you, and you can’t afford to be laid up because you think you’re superwoman.”

  “I know. Thanks for looking out for me.” I start the task of pushing the cart towards the rooms I need to clean.

  “Oh, Tessa, wait a second.” Her words make me stop, pulling at my cart in the process. “We’ve got a new resident in room nine. Her name’s Rose Calhoon. She was just transferred from the county–severe acute alcohol poisoning and chronic alcohol abuse.”

  My steps stutter with apprehension, turning towards Martha. “Is it all right if I go in? Is it safe?”

  “Yeah, sweetie, she’s been sedated since she was transferred.”

  I turn back around to carry on with my shift. Making my way down the hallway, I walk into the common room to grab a soda. Most of the patients here are capable of getting around on their own, and this is the place where they can get together and play games, watch television, or visit with family. It’s also that place that houses the best vending machines.

  In the corner of the room, out of the way of everyone else, sits a woman and her daughter. Sandy has been here for a couple of years now. When she first arrived, she was in the beginning stages of dementia. Now, unable to move on her own, she’s towards the end of her life.

  I take in the moment between Sandy and her daughter, Nora. Sandy sits in her wheelchair, mouth slightly open, staring out onto the grounds of the home while her daughter sits next to her, moving her hand, lovingly down the woman’s hair while she talks to her with a smile on her face. Nora is here, every day, without fail. I’ve seen her bring her kids with her, and sometimes her husband and every single one of them dote on Sandy even though most the time Sandy has no clue who they are. Not all of the days are pleasant like this. Some days the woman screams to leave her alone, and other days are spent with both of them in tears. But no matter how hard it gets, the daughter always comes back.

  My chest clenches at the loving bond between this mother and daughter. I’m envious of it. I don’t have that bond with my mother. For the past seven years, I haven’t had a mother. Not because of death, but because she chose to turn her back on me when I needed her most. Mothers don’t do that. They don’t turn their backs on their children. They don’t tell them they’re no longer their child. They don’t make it so the child has no other option, but to run.

  As a child, my mother taught me a lot of things, but most importantly, as an adult, she taught me to never be like her.

  Tessa

  “Mom!” I hear his voice as soon as I close the door behind me. The stomping of his tennis shoes echo down the hardwood floors of our apartment. “You’re home!” he squeals as he races towards me. Before he gets a chance to wrap his arms around my waist, I drop to my knees so I can get the full force of his hug.

  “Hi, baby,” I say as I bury my face into his hair.

  He giggles. “I’m not a baby. I’m six!” He squirms as he tries to get out of my hold.

  “How was your morning?” I ask as I pull him back to inspect his face. “Did you brush your teeth?”

  “He did right after breakfast,” Sarah, my neighbor, says as she comes from the kitchen. “I made soup, it’s on the stove.” She gives me a smile as she grabs her jacket from the couch.

  “You didn’t have to do that. You do enough for us.” I stand, and my son leans into my side.

  “I’m glad to help. You know that.” She whips her jacket around, shoving each of her arms in it before pulling her chestnut hair from beneath the fabric.

  Sarah’s a college student. She attends the local community college two nights a week and takes the rest of her classes online. Without her, I’m not sure I’d be able to hold down two jobs. If I didn’t have two jobs, I wouldn’t have the money for my son to eat…or have a roof ove
r his head.

  She walks over, tapping Sam’s nose as she passes and heads for the door. “I’ll be back tonight, little guy. See ya, Tessa.” She squeezes my hand before she opens the door, quickly stepping through and closing it behind her.

  “So,” I turn towards my son, “Let’s eat some soup, then I thought we’d head out and enjoy the day.”

  “Yes!” He fist pumps the air.

  “Did you know there are one hundred and twenty-nine species of mammals that live in the ocean?” Sam asks before he plops a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. He smiles and the vanilla ice cream drips from the corners of his mouth.

  “I didn’t know that, buddy.” I take the napkin from the table, wiping the mess from his mouth. “How did you know?”