The silence that followed was thick.
Heavy.
Then his voice came back rougher than before.
“You’re mine.”
The words hit like a spark in gasoline.
Heat rushed straight through me.
I swallowed it down and forced a smile into my voice.
“In your dreams.”
Then I hung up.
The phone went silent in my hand.
For a second I just stood there in the quiet kitchen, staring at the dark screen.
My heart was beating a little faster than it should have been.
But a slow smile spread across my face anyway.
Because if the sound of his voice was anything to go by…
Hawk was absolutely furious.
And somehow…
That made it even more fun.
Sixteen
Hawk
My phone buzzed against the table, a relentless reminder that the world outside was still turning. I ignored it, forcing myself to focus on the sprawling map laid out before me. Knox was halfway through explaining the canyon route, and I was trying—really trying—to concentrate on the details that mattered.
Red lines cut through Idaho like veins, marking fuel stops, drop points, and timing windows. This was important shit—the kind of planning that keeps men alive and product moving. Normally, I could drown in the details, but tonight? My brain wouldn’t cooperate.
The phone buzzed again, piercing through my concentration. Then again.
Diesel glanced at it, then shot a look my way. “Your girlfriend’s calling.”
I didn’t even bother to look up. “Shut up.”
Ghost didn’t lift his eyes from his laptop, fingers still moving across the keyboard. “That’s not a call.”
Another buzz.
Text.
Finally, I grabbed the phone, my jaw tightening before I even opened it. The name on the screen was from a prospect, one of the younger guys stationed near Emma’s street.
Prez… she brought cinnamon rolls.
The room fell silent for a heartbeat, the air thickening with anticipation. Then another message came through.
