Shit.
“Right,” Smithie whispered.
“For that man on the mark, it isn’t about getting the targetto safety.It’s about taking the bulletforhis mark.You with me?”Hawk asked.
That Mo guy was a leviathan, but he wasn’t bulletproof.
Goddamnedshit.
“I’m with you,” Smithie confirmed, because he had no choice.
Hawk studied him before he noted, “You haven’t asked me howmuch this is going to cost.”
“That’s because I don’t care,” Smithie told him.
They held eyes.
Hawk broke it by lifting his chin and exiting the room.
He shut the door behind him.
Slowly, Smithie sat in his chair.
He’d had trouble in the club from some assholes not longago.
At the time, it had nearly broken him.He’d thought it hadcome in the form of a man’s worst nightmare about what could happen to women heheld in his heart.
He’d been wrong.
Chapter Two
As Often as I Could
Lottie
When the doorbell rang, I was already mildly freakingout.
When I looked through the peephole and saw nothing but ablack compression shirt covering a muscled chest, I got even more freaked out.
I was barefoot.My peephole was nearly at eye level.Regardless, it magnified the area outside it.
And still, all I saw was chest.
Right…
How bigwasthis guy?
“Who is it?”I shouted through the door.
“Mo!”was grunted back.
Okay, that was the name I was given.
“Squat down, I can’t see your face!”I yelled, still lookingthrough the peephole.
The chest moved, and a thick, ropy throat came into viewbefore I got a face.
Whoa.
