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  Hawk

  The Devil’s Disciples MC

  Book One

  Eden Rose

  Hawk

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are all products of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblances to persons, organizations, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.

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  Hawk

  The Devil’s Disciples MC

  Book One

  Eden Rose

  1

  Maci

  The whole courtroom waits with bated breath as the jury deliberates. It has been a total of three hours since they have left the courtroom to discuss the evidence we all presented.

  If you ask me, it is an open and shut case. We all know Savros is guilty and we all know he had motive to kill this innocent family.

  We have been in trial for weeks discussing every piece of evidence we all have. We have been examining the witnesses, going over video footage and we have been going over the financial statements that prove money has been traded.

  Everything is in line for the case. But why am I so nervous?

  I sit in the front row, first chair of the prosecutor side and watch everyone in the room look at their phones and around them to entertain themselves. I should be prepping for any final arguments needed today, but I’m too nervous.

  It is not every day a brand new Assistant District Attorney is able to prosecute a capital offense.

  I look at my nailbeds that are flawless at the moment since I splurged and got a manicure and pedicure over the weekend. I needed something to get my mind off this trial.

  “Do you think he’s guilty?” One of the people in the audience asks another.

  “Damn right! He totally murdered that family. And for what? Because they were at the wrong place at the wrong time?” Another answers.

  “Why would they put out a hit on someone’s family like this?”

  “Can you guys shut up? I don’t want to hear you discuss the inner workings of the mafia!” Someone yells out.

  The defendant, Savros Vitali, was ushered out of the courtroom right before the jury left to go and deliberate. It was nice to see they had him in chains since he’s totally guilty of the crime.

  Six months ago, he murdered an entire family of seven. Two parents along with their five children. It has got to be the most disturbing case this city has seen in years. No one knew how out of control this family was.

  What’s worse? They are not even part of the mafia. There has been no linking the Vitali family with any known mafia family in our city and/or our state. No one can figure out what the hell is wrong with these people and it’s scaring everyone.

  I bundle my long blonde hair in one hand and look over to the left of me to see the defense attorney, Jerome Bates, looking at me sideways. We actually went to law school together but he had other plans than I did. I could have never been a defense attorney for the obvious reasons. I would rather represent the people.

  Ten minutes ago, we were all called to come back to the courtroom because the jury has decided on their verdict.

  Everyone in this courtroom is nervous for their own reasons. I’m nervous because my boss is sitting next to me looking at all of the notes I have taken during the trial. The trial that has taken two weeks.

  One of the longest trials of my career. Well, that’s not saying much since I’m younger than most people who work for the court. However, this is a high-profiled case.

  This is the case that can make or break my career.

  My supervisor, Mary, is busy playing on her phone. I look at the woman with short brown hair and notice how old she is looking since the last time I saw her a month ago. She leaves for a month every so often to go and do something but never shares the details.

  “You did good work, Maci,” she mumbles with her smoker’s voice. The woman smokes way too many cigarettes for being one to boast about the health of our bodies.

  “Thanks,” I grumble nervously. I needed the reassurance but I need this trial to be over as soon as I can get it over with.

  Judge Malcolm enters the room with a grim smile on his robust face. He sits back at his seat and nods over to the bailiff to let back in the jury. I have seen this song and dance before. However, this is the first time I can feel pressure of having to do well.

  One by one, all twelve jurors come out from the side room just to sit in their original seats they were in hours ago. A man is holding the piece of paper with a slight grin on his face.

  “Has the jury made a decision for the case of Savros Vitali?” Judge asks the jury once they are seated down.

  “We have, your honor.”

  The juror gives the verdict to a known bailiff in the room the piece of paper. We all wait.

  “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, we would like to thank you for your participation and willing to be here,” the judge says apprehensively. “In charges of first-degree murder, how does the jury find the defendant?”

  “Guilty on all accounts, your honor.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” Everyone screams in the courtroom.

  My mouth opens and shuts like a damn fish. I never would have expected him the jury to come back with all guilty verdicts. Especially since who they are deeming guilty has some very large pockets.

  “This is fucking crazy!” Someone yells in the room.

  I’m seated as I stare at the judge waiting for her to say something else. Anything else about the verdict.

  “We will meet in two weeks to discuss sentencing. The court would like to thank the jurors for being here and their honest feedback regarding the case. Bailiff, please take the defendant into custody.”

  Savros jumps out of his chair before the bailiff even gets his hands on him. Even in his chains, he still moves rather quick as he jumps into my face. As hard as he can, he head butts me in the head causing me to slide back in my wheelie chair. My body is hurled into the siderail that separates the members of the court and the bystanders.

  “You’re dead! Everyone you love is dead! Everything you have ever loved and wanted in your life is dead! You stupid, fucking bitch! How could you do this to me? You don’t know shit about shit! Dead! Everything!” Savros yells in my face and then spits on me.

  I’m still in my chair with my eyes widened. His spit hits me on the cheek making me want to gag but I’m more afraid of his threat. The last people that he threatened, he killed them. Every last member of their family.

  2

  Hawk

  “We’ve been havin’ problems down at the restaurant next to the Pussy Cat Club over the past couple’a weeks,” Capone says casually.

  Capone has always taken it upon himself to watch out for the Pussy Cat Club since his baby mama, Beth, works there. I thought for sure he was going to have an aneurysm when he found out she got a job there after they split.

  I take a look at my vice president. He’s always been there for me and I know he wants to make sure his baby mama is safe.

  “What kinda problems?” I ask taking a hit off the blunt. I’m needing something to calm my nerves tonight. I don’t know what it is, but something has me on edge.

  Five years ago, I took over The Devil’s Disciples MC and knew I had some work to do. The last president, Aldie, was a fuckin
’ psychopath who decided to set bombs and kill people off randomly for no reason. Needless to say, when he was in jail, he was offed rather quickly. The club is my home and the brothers of my club know how much I care about this club.

  When I took the club over, I also took over all of the businesses the club has under their wing. I now run a strip club, diner, an auto repair store and a tattoo parlor. Since I’m a tattoo artist, I spend most of my time there and let the guys fight out doing the other shit.

  “From what Beth was sayin’, there’s been a guy who has been followin’ her around the club and over into the diner. He’s tryin’ to get her to leave with him.”

  “Do we still have the cameras outside near the alleyway?” I question. I spent a fortune on those fuckin’ cameras and called in a lot of favors to get them installed so quick. The only problem is the fact the cameras and all of the recording gears are at the restaurant.

  “They should still be workin’,” Capone answers.

  Gear is the next one to speak up. He has such a bad attitude and rarely ever says anything but the bitches love him for some reason. He growls at them but they still line up to suck his dick. “Is she actually tellin’ the truth or is she on that shit again?”

  It is well known that Beth is a crackhead. She’s been on that shit since after she had Dolan, Capone’s son. It was sad to see how far she has fallen. On the upside, she makes the club a lot of money.

  “Look, I don’t know if the bitch is still on the shit. I do know I don’t want Dolan’s ma to be fuckin’ raped or have some weirdo make a skin suit out of her.”

  I raise my hand to get everyone to shut the fuck up. “Regardless if Beth is still doin’ the bumps, we have to protect our girls from weirdos. What time is it?” I question and puff on the last of my blunt. These meetings keep taking longer and longer as we fight other clubs for our territory.

  My phone’s over on the desk, but I don’t want to roll over there and grab it right now.

  “A little after ten,” Adams answers me. Leave it to Adams to be up on his shit to give me the time!

  “Thanks, dude. Any new business?” I ask while putting the roach in the ashtray off to the side.

  “What are we gonna do with the fucktards who are tryin’ to get our lines?” Adams throws out.

  I shake my head. “Dude, I wanna smoke them and get it over with. Those assholes have been pushin’ my every nerve since they have come to our side.”

  The “fucktards” Adams is talking about, is this motorcycle club who thinks they have big enough balls to fuck with us. We’ve been fencing a lot of product and a lot of shit over the past few years and don’t need some dick heads coming into our land. The Crawlers MC haven’t been around long enough to make that big of a name for themselves and they are trying to do it by taking us on. I’m not one to roll over and show him my belly.

  Fuck no.

  And neither are any of my guys. We’re not the type to let people come in and try to take shit that doesn’t belong to them.

  Gear grunts under his breath. “Recons?”

  I shrug. “They come any farther into our land, push their asses out. I don’t give a fuck. I gotta go to the club and look at the shit. Any other business?”

  No one says anything and I raise my hand. “All right. You fuckers hear anything else, you let me know. We don’t want the fucktards to come any farther into our land.”

  “Prez! I’ll go with ya,” Capone invites himself.

  “We’re goin’ to check the cameras, not to check on your baby mama. You got me?”

  He pushes his shoulder into mine. “Whatever.”

  The drive to the club and diner doesn’t take too long. It’s only about ten minutes away from the club since we gotta be ready to pounce if some shady shit happens. When Aldie constructed all of the businesses, he didn’t want to have everything spread out. The man was lazy as fuck. We all knew it and he knew it, too.

  We pull into towards the back of the diner and club to check the angles on the cameras. After cutting the engines off, we climb off the bike.

  “Looks like they are still here, prez,” Capone calls out as he checks the one of the right end of the building.

  I’m on the left doing the same thing. The last thing we want is from some crackhead or loser thinking they can swipe it and sell it at the pawn shop. They would be too stupid to check that our logo is on the cameras. A bunch of assholes for thinking they can steal from a motorcycle club.

  “Yeah, looks like it here, too. Let’s go inside.”

  We get to the front of the diner and am immediately greeted by Beth.

  “You came!” She cheers while trying to throw herself into Capone’s arms.

  He doesn’t take the bait. After everything Beth has done and continues to do, I doubt they would ever try again.

  “Yeah,” he mutters and walks past her.

  Kaylie sees us the second we walk into the diner. She’s a pretty girl, but has had a thing with for Capone for years. He won’t give her the time of the day, though.

  Since she has become manager of the diner, we haven’t seen her around too much. However, the chick is really smart and has been running the diner as if she owns it.

  “What brings you by, Hawk?” She asks cheerfully.

  The pretty red head is always smiling whenever she sees us. I think it’s because she wants to prove how competent she is to be the manager. All we care about is the money that lines up at the end of the day. That and our girls are safe.

  “Hey, gorgeous. We’re here to check the cameras in the back,” I inform her with my hand around her waist.

  She smiles. “All right, you know the way. I have a new girl filling out paperwork back there. Be nice to her!”

  I shrug her off. I’m always nice.

  Every club has the signature bad boy of the club and that’s not me. I’m the flirt. I love the thrill of the hunt and knowing the chick wants me. I’m not one of the assholes like Gear who fucks them and kicks them out. They know what they sign up for when they come to bed with me. I’m not interested in an ol’ lady. Just a good time.

  The waitresses and even some of the people in here stop and greet us as we walk through. I make small talk as much as I can but my focus is on the cameras. I need to make sure my girls are okay if they are going to be here.

  “You want anything to drink, Hawk?” Capone asks while open the office door.

  “Yeah, I’ll take a coffee. It’s gonna be a long night,” I call back.

  “Uh, hi,” a feminine voice calls out to me.

  Holy fuckin’ shit. This girl is smokin’ hot.

  3

  Maci

  For the one-hundredth time tonight I ask myself why the fuck I’m here.

  I’m a prosecutor not a waitress.

  I filling out this bogus W-2 for a diner I have no interest in working at. This is only to keep my image. If I acclimate myself into this small town, people won’t start to ask questions about where I came from.

  Maybe they will be more welcoming, as well.

  A loud man’s voice is what shakes me from writing down this bull shit identity I’m supposed to have.

  “Uh, hi,” I call out to let him know he’s not in here alone.

  When the man turns to look at me, I about swallow my tongue. Where I’m used to meeting men wearing suits and jackets, this man is wearing the complete opposite.

  Tattoos cover every visible place on his body besides his face. He looks rough. He looks dangerous. He looks totally fuckable in a way I never thought I would be interested in a man.

  I toss my newly colored long brown hair over my shoulder to greet the man. He’s looking at me as if I’m a snack and I can’t wait to be eaten by him.

  “Who’re you?” He questions, leaning against the doorjamb.

  “Maci. I just started. I’m filling out paperwork,” I hold up the stack of papers in front of me.

  He smirks in a way that promises dirty pleasures. “Let me see what you got,”
he states while walking towards me.

  I’m suddenly aware of how small the office is. I’m also suddenly aware of how horny I am. It has been forever since I had sex, but he’s making me think about having him throw me on the desk.

  What the fuck happened to me?

  “I’m sorry, you are?” I blurt.

  The man grins and winks. “The name’s Hawk. I’m the owner.”

  “Did your mother give you that name?” I blurt again.

  Hawk chuckles. “Something like that, doll face. You didn’t indicate what shift you want here. Or what position you want, either.”

  I don’t miss the innuendo in his statement.

  “I’m pretty open,” I answer knowing full well I need something to do to keep from dying of boredom.

  Hawk gets closer to me. He’s seated right next to me and I can feel his jean clad thigh against my yoga pants. His touch is making my body feel like it is on fire.

  “Is that so?”

  “Hawk, you got the cameras up?” Another man asks.

  This one is equally dangerous looking but doesn’t seem to have the same charm as Hawk. Hawk has a way about him that makes me want to flirt. Hell, he has a way about him that makes me want to crawl over to him and touch his body. His legs are as big as my chest!

  “Uh,” I mutter and look up at him from my seated position.

  Hawk’s smile on his face tells me he knows how uncomfortable I am at the moment. What wouldn’t I be? I’m in a room with two men who could do whatever they wanted to me.

  For the first time since I got here, I feel scared.

  Shit.

  “I’m Capone. Who’re you?”

  The man’s lips twitch as he looks me up and down. He looks rough around the edges, but there is something else about him. I can’t tell what it is just yet, but he has heartbreak written all over him.

  “I’m Maci. I’m the new waitress.”

  “For real?”

  I wave the W-2 in the air to signify I’m telling the truth.

  Hawk looks over at his friend and nods his head to get out of the office. Capone chuckles to himself saying something about Hawk getting all of the luck.