Hawk’s Property(16)

Turning around, he saw Lola standing behind him. Frowning and folding his arms across his chest, he shook his head. Leaning into him, Lola scratched his back with her fingernails. “Are you sure?”

“Go downstairs. There’re a lot of brothers who would love your company. Not interested.”

“I don’t want none of them. I want you, Hawk. I love the way you fucked me. I’ve been thinkin’ about it and been missin’ you.” She licked her red-tipped finger.

“I’m tired. Don’t piss me off.”

Seeing Hawk’s menacing glare, Lola pulled away from him and retreated.

In his room, he put his jacket and cut on the chair. Lying down on his bed, he smiled as he remembered how aggressive Cara had been in court earlier that day, and how she had that DA pussy-whipped. The way she kept leaning forward, pressing her breasts together with her arms—that judge’s eyes never left her tits. That fucking DA never had a chance against Cara, not with her beautiful face, her sexy cleavage, and her feisty attitude. Hawk was ready to fuck her right there on the floor, in front of the pimpled-faced DA, the lecherous judge, the prim court reporter, and those asshole bailiffs.

The way that black-robed jerk kept looking at her during the bail hearing drove Hawk crazy, and he started thinking all kinds of shit, like she and the judge were fucking, or they had a fling in the past. He hoped she hadn’t fucked the judge because he didn’t like the idea of other men seeing Cara’s delectable tits, kissing her full lips, or stroking her wet pussy.

Rolling over on his side, Hawk punched his pillow, stretched his legs, and fought to be comfortable. Cara buzzed in his head, and he couldn’t stop the thoughts. I am totally fucked. He thought about her all the time. Even during church he focused on her, wondering what she was doing. In all his life, he had never met a woman like her, or one who held his interest for so long—one he had yet to fuck. He wanted to be inside her, and he knew she wanted it, too. The fact that she held back pissed him off, yet also enticed the shit out of him.

Hawk unzipped his jeans to take the pressure off his erection, wishing Cara were there to suck his dick and play with his balls. Sleep eluding him, he sat up. He could open his door and have any of the club whores ease the tension in his hardness, but he didn’t want any of them—he wanted Cara.

Fuck! What the hell was his problem? He’d always been a fuck-’em-and-leave-’em kind of guy, and he viewed sluts as holes he screwed and nothing more. Since he loved pussy so much, any bitch would do, but since he met Cara, the only pussy he wanted was hers. Dammit to hell, he never felt such a pull with any other woman, and, yeah, it figured that he had a primal attraction to a wealthy, stuck-up chick who thought her shit didn’t stink. What the hell was he doing? She was out of his league, but her kisses and moans told him she wanted him and he may have a chance. He figured they needed to fuck good and hard to rid the sexual tension that was between them. Yeah, that was all he needed: one night of banging his hot attorney, and he’d be back to normal.

Sighing, Hawk slipped off his pants and went into the bathroom to take a shower.





Chapter Eight





Hannah Jackson trembled as tears rolled down her sun-kissed cheeks, their wetness bringing some comfort to her dry lips. The man’s back was to her, and she knew he was going to do horrible things to her. Already, he’d burned her with his cigarettes, the round, angry marks spotting her body. The pain had been excruciating, so she’d screamed. The louder she shrieked, the more he burned her, so she had bit her lips and tried to muffle her cries.

Hannah wished she hadn’t decided to walk home after working at Della’s Sandwich Shop. She should have waited for her brother to come pick her up, but Ricky, the guy she’d had a crush on since high school, said he’d come by, so she wanted to get home sooner to shower and change. Since she didn’t want him to see her in her uniform, she didn’t wait for her brother to pick her up, and then this guy drove up asking for directions. He had a map, and his overhead light was on. She couldn’t see the map so well, and when he’d asked her to get in the car to show him where he was, she jumped in. She wasn’t afraid of him at all—he had a nice face.

After showing him his destination, she reached to open the door when he stopped her. Before she reacted, he took out a gun, saying in a low, cruel voice, “Scream and your brains will be in your lap.” Hannah looked at him, and his kind features had contorted into something evil. Shivers ran up the back of her neck, and as they drove away from her town, Hannah wondered if she’d ever see her parents again.

At that moment, Hannah’s abductor moved toward her with a stun gun and two oversized dildos. Her eyes widened in fear as he knelt next to her prone form. Her arms were tied above her head and her legs fastened spread-eagle. He wiped away the tears on her cheeks and ran his fingers through her long, blonde hair.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said in a low, soft voice. Touching her, he placed a soft kiss on the base of her throat and she cringed. Sucking in his breath, his eyes misted with lust, he caressed her right breast then brought his mouth down over her burnt nipple, biting down hard. Hannah gasped from the pain.

When her torturer’s smooth hand found her genitals, he rubbed his finger up and down, tugging at the light hair on her dry lips. Lifting his head, he stared into her watery blue eyes. With a cruel smile, he brought the stun gun up to her breast and zapped her. Unbearable pain ripped through her body, and she screamed. Laughing without humor, he zapped her again. Her delicate body convulsed, her mouth went dry, all her muscles tightened, and as she was reeling from the pain, the monster grasped one of the dildos and shoved it into her private parts. Searing pain shot straight through to her head as her hymen broke. As she cried out, he jammed the dildo in her even harder and deeper.

“I’m going to fuck every hole you have, slut!”

When he forced the dildo higher, Hannah realized she was going to die. She knew her last moments on Earth were going to be agonizing, and all the things she wanted to do—fall in love, finish college, have a family—would never happen. She was going to die on that dirty mat in a cold warehouse, and her damaged and bruised body would be the last image anyone would see. Terror’s icy fingers seized her; she didn’t want to die. The agony came in torrents, and she longed for the torture to stop. The pain numbed her brain, and darkness took over as Hannah slipped away.

* * *

“What do they mean, they lost the pre-raid photos?” Cara said.

“That’s what they told me. I quote, ‘The pre-raid photos have been misplaced,’ end of quote,” Asher answered.

“That’s a crock of shit! Maybe these photos were ‘misplaced’ because they don’t show any ammo on the table pre-raid? Dammit!”

“I know, boss. It sucks.”

“It more than sucks. I need to get those pictures. Neither of us believes this bullshit story, right?”

Asher nodded. Cara threw her legal pad across her desk. All of her suspicions of a frame job were confirmed. This was bogus. She had to get a hold of those photos.

“I think I’ll give Josh a call.”

Asher raised his eyebrows. “Do you think you should start that up again?”

“Josh and I are friends. We haven’t been romantic since before law school, like, seven years ago.”

“He still carries a torch for you.”

“Even better, because I need his help. Anyway, I’m hooking him up with Sherrie. She goes for guys in uniforms.” Cara picked up the phone.

“I thought she liked the bartender at the biker bar.”

“She’s moved on. He was too busy gawking at all the girls. I’ve got to call her. Ugh, I’m too busy.”

“With the biker boys.”

Cara rolled her eyes. “Make yourself useful and follow-up on the DNA testing in the Osman case. He goes to preliminary hearing in three days.”

Laughing, Asher left Cara’s office to start his work. Cara smiled to herself, thinking how she’d lucked out with Asher as her legal assistant. He was a perfect match for her personality.

Cara dialed Josh’s number. “Josh, hiya, this is Cara. It’s been a while, but I have a huge favor to ask you.”

* * *

Hawk, rubbing his pulsing temples, cursed under his breath when he heard a knock on his bedroom door. Opening the door with a towel around his waist, he motioned for Banger to come in. The president entered the small room, sat on a cushioned chair by the window, and looked out at the hints of yellow dotting the mountains. “Fall’s comin’ early this year.”

Hawk grunted. “I don’t think you came here to take in the view. What’s on your mind?”

“I thought I’d be interrupting a pussy session.” Hawk stared, stone-faced, so Banger continued, “I guess I should be wonderin’ why you ain’t eatin’ pussy right now. Shit, there’re ’bout four whores downstairs who are dyin’ to be ridin’ your cock. What the fuck?”

“You came all the way up here to find out if I was fuckin’ a slut? Why aren’t you fuckin’ one of them?”

“Already did.”