Craving Hawk: The Aces' Sons by Nicole Jacquelyn

Author:Nicole Jacquelyn [Jacquelyn, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance
Publisher: Nicole Jacquelyn
Published: 2016-07-30T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Thomas

“Lookin’ for your mom,” my dad said abruptly the moment I answered my phone that afternoon. I was staring at the black button down and new pair of jeans I’d bought, hoping like hell I’d gotten the right thing. I hadn’t bought anything but t-shirts, hoodies and work pants in years and I had a feeling I was going to look like a douchebag at my own wedding.

“She’s with Heather and the girls,” I told him, glancing at my boots by the front door. They were scuffed as hell, but I could probably get most of the dirt off of them. Heather was just going to have to deal.

“What?” my dad barked. “What girls?”

“Aunt Farrah, Cecilia, Brenna, Trix, her sister and Molly,” I rattled off, grabbing the shirt off the bed to hang it up. I sure as shit wasn’t ironing the thing, so hopefully keeping it hung up would work.

“What the fuck?” my dad bellowed, startling the shit out of me.

“What?”

“We were pretty fuckin’ clear when we told everyone not to be havin’ get togethers off club grounds,” my dad said, making me freeze. “You know where they’re at?”

“They were helpin’ Heather out with wedding stuff.”

“Of-fuckin’-course they are,” he snapped, before breaking the connection.

Shit. Things had been pretty quiet for the last couple of days, but I knew there was shit I didn’t know about going on behind the scenes. I had a feeling they were keeping even more from us prospects than usual. My dad knew something he wasn’t telling me.

I dialed Heather and she picked up after just one ring.

“Where are you?” I asked, already sliding my boots back on.

“I’m at your aunt’s house, doing flowers,” she said dryly. “Where are you?”

Ah, shit. My hands shook as I locked the door behind me and jogged down the stairs outside. I fucking hated my uncle and aunt’s house. Didn’t like being there, and really didn’t like Heather there.

“I’m on my way,” I said as I climbed on my bike.

“What? Why?”

I didn’t answer her, just ended the call and put my phone in my pocket.

When my dad and the guys got there all hell was going to break loose.

* * *

When I pulled up in front of my aunt’s house, Casper and Dragon’s bikes were already parked out front, but thankfully, my dad’s wasn’t. I walked up the stairs quickly and let myself in without knocking when I heard Dragon’s raised voice coming from inside.

“…told you not to be havin’ fuckin’ hen parties when we’re dealin’ with this shit, Brenna!”

“No, you didn’t!” she yelled back, making me cringe. She was the only person I’d ever heard talk to Dragon like that. Ever. In my life. “You told us not to have parties off club grounds! We went wedding shopping! We just got here and I was getting ready to call you!”

“You think they’re gonna care where you’re at?” he bellowed as I walked into the kitchen. They were staring at each other from across my aunt’s dining room table and the women sitting at the table were caught in the fucking crossfire.

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