Sinful Rewards 3 by Cynthia Sax

Author:Cynthia Sax
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: HarperCollins

Chapter Six

DAWG TAKES HIS assignment very seriously. He tells everyone we meet that I’m Hawke’s girl, this introduction earning me instant respect sprinkled with a healthy smattering of fear. He then sits me at the end of the bar, next to the wall, and claims the seat beside me, growling at anyone who dares to approach us.

Cyndi immediately disappears with Cole, leaving me as she always does. To ease my rapidly multiplying doubts, I order a shot of whatever they have and down it, the alcohol burning my throat.

The bartender replaces the empty glass with a full one, refusing my credit card. Cyndi is right. I don’t have to pay for drinks.

My misgivings return. I swallow the second shot as quickly as the first, the glass magically refilling. I nurse this third shot, trying to slow my alcohol consumption, the room already spinning around me.

Rough, tough men play pool in the corner, smacking the balls with a resounding crack. Money is exchanged on every game. A collection of leather-clad couples sways on the tiny dance floor, the women wearing fishnet stockings and way too much hair spray. On the bar stools around me, there is talk of bikes, battles, and the treatment of veterans. Alcohol, leather, and machinery scent the air. The bar smells like Hawke, the aroma arousing me.

“Did you serve with Hawke?” I ask Dawg, my appointed protector.

“Nah. Didn’t know him then.” He chews on a toothpick, his gaze roving the space. “We met after he got out. I was angry and bitter.” The older man scowls. “A road gator, like many of the veterans here.”

“A road gator?” I lift my eyebrows, having never heard of the term.

“A dangerous scrap of tire left on the pavement.” He narrows his eyes, and a scary-looking man changes direction, avoiding our end of the bar. “It was only a matter of time before I caused casualties. Hawke saw that, snagged me a placement in the Organization.”

“What’s the Organization?” I’ve heard that mentioned before today.

Dawg shifts on his bar stool. “Best to ask Hawke that question, miss.”

My tattooed biker has more secrets. I stare into my tiny glass of alcohol, searching my brain. “Do you know Ellen?” When I called the emergency number in Nicolas’s phone, Ellen answered. She talked about the Organization also.

“Don’t think anyone knows Ellen.” Dawg laughs, the braying sound turning heads.

Ellen works for the Organization. I blink rapidly, trying to follow the logic trail. Nicolas has its number listed in his phone. He’s a billionaire, owning too many companies for me to keep track of. The Organization is Hawke’s employer. Is Nicolas Hawke’s boss?

Will this make trouble for Hawke? I wrinkle my nose, not liking that thought. Nicolas is a possessive bastard, but he doesn’t like me as more than a friend. He made that clear tonight. No, he shouldn’t care whom I have sex with.

Dawg’s donkey-like laughter finally fades. “The little I do know about Ellen scares the shit out of me.” He says this with pride. “Pardon my language.

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