Hawk: Skulls The Early Years (Skulls MC Romance Book 27) by Jessie Cooke & J. S. Cooke

Author:Jessie Cooke & J. S. Cooke [Cooke, Jessie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Redline Publishing
Published: 2019-09-11T18:30:00+00:00

The first person Grant saw when he walked into the Wrench was Ajei. She’d been glowing all week because her old man was about to get sprung from county. He was happy for her, but he kind of wished the son of a bitch would get hit by a train when he walked out the doors. She smiled and waved at him. He gave her a little nod of his head and then he looked around for Dolly and saw her sitting near the back in a booth. He wiped the sweat off his palms before walking over toward the table. As soon as he sat down, Amy, another of the bartenders was there. “You want your beer?” she asked Hawk.

“Yeah.” He looked at Dolly and she said:

“Can I have a Coke?”

“Sure.” Amy smiled at her, sweetly but Hawk knew what the girls were like. Before the night was over, Jamie would be blowing up his phone, asking who the blonde was that he had with him at the bar. Once Amy was gone Dolly started talking,

“I went to Mississippi. Mom worked for this really nice family there when I was a kid. It wouldn’t have been my first choice,” she said. “A lot of ghosts there, but I didn’t know anyone anyplace else and I was scared shitless.”

“Ghosts?”

She waited for Amy to put their drinks down and leave before she said, “My dad...he still haunts me sometimes, but never as much as when I see the swamps.”

“Your mom told me he drowned.”

“Yeah.” She took a long drink of her Coke and then said, “I always wanted to talk to you about him, but honestly, I spent so much of my life trying to deny that night ever really happened. In my head, it was just a horrible dream. Something a scared kid had concocted in her head...a recurring nightmare. Mom just simply told person after person that he’d gotten drunk, fallen overboard, and drowned. I was afraid, I guess, if I talked about it out loud that I’d have to admit that it was real, and not just a bad dream.”

“I don’t understand.”

She took another drink of her Coke and then she said, “My father was a drunk, and he was abusive. I don’t remember a lot because I was really young...but I have flashes of memory of him, always yelling, hurting my mom. One night things were really bad. He’d beaten her unconscious and she was on the deck of the houseboat and I looked out and he was just kicking her over and over. I was so scared of him, but I knew I had to do something. I had to help her. So while he was occupied with trying to kill her, I took off. The closest neighbor was a trailer, pretty far away, or at the time it seemed far to me. I guess it was maybe only a mile or so, thinking about it now. It was through the swamp and it was dark and I was so scared, but I just remember running and not stopping until I got there.

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