Diablo's MC: Hawk's Angel

Chapter Seven

I wanted to take a shower, but with my injuries, Raven advised against it. Instead, she kicked Hawk, much to his protest, out so she and Firecracker could help me get cleaned up and wash my hair. As I loosened my hair, I noticed dried blood still clinging to it.

"Don’t worry, sweetheart, we will get it out," Raven tells me, helping me get undressed. She carefully helped me lean back and washed my hair for me while Firecracker washed me up.

Half an hour later, I felt much better; the remnants of the beating washed off my body. Raven slipped a clean T-shirt on me, covered me up, and Firecracker opened the door, with Hawk standing there with a tray with some food.

"I talked to Doc, and he told me to bring her some broth and crackers," he said as he walked in. "I figured she would be hungry after being out for a week."

He set the tray down on the bedside table, pulled the chair closer, and placed the tray across my lap.

"I can help you if you want me to," he says to me.

I gave him a smile. A complete stranger is willing to spoon-feed me broth as I lie here in bed.

"Hawk, give the girl some breathing room," Raven scolded him. "She just woke up and doesn’t need you to be up her ass."

I giggled as she scolded him. Honestly, I think it is cute that he wanted to help me.

"Fine," he said, getting up from the chair and moving it across the room, sitting down and watching me as I ate.

Raven gave him an annoyed look and shook her head.

"Men," she whispered, and I giggled again. "I think Hawk is smitten with you. This is the first time I have seen him interested in a girl. Hell, the club girls couldn’t ever get his attention, like he was waiting for someone special. I think you are his someone special."

"We know nothing about each other," I told her. "How can he feel attracted to me when he hasn’t gotten to know me?"

"Sometimes you just know," she says. She patted my leg and left the room, confident that Hawk would take good care of me.

I picked up the spoon, scooped up some broth, and put it to my mouth. With my hand shaking a little, some spilled onto the blanket, and I could see him wanting to come over and help me.

"Do you want me to help you?" he finally asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "Looks like you are getting more on the blanket than in your mouth."

I set the spoon down and nodded. He got up, picked the chair up, and carried it back to the side of the bed. Once he settled in the chair, he picked up the spoon and hand-fed me the broth. I could only eat so much before I was full. He removed the tray and helped me get more comfortable, as exhaustion was setting in.

"Will you stay?" I asked him, rolling over to my good side. My ribs screamed out, and I winced in pain.

Hawk’s face contorted in pain with me, as he was experiencing it with me. He took my hand into his large hand and looked at me.

"Little one, I will never leave your side," he assured me. "No one will ever hurt you again. Now, sleep. You need the rest."

A huge yawn escaped, and he chuckled.

"Is Hawk your real name?" I asked him once I was comfortable without being in pain.

"No, it’s my club nickname. My name is Antonio," he tells me. "Everyone here calls me Hawk."

"Antonio," I whispered, and I fell asleep with him by my side.

A few hours later, I woke up to find Hawk slumped over on the bed, sleeping while holding my hand. He kept his promise, and he didn’t leave me.

I slowly moved my free hand, reaching for the glass of water on the table. My movement must have woken him because his head shot up, and he reached over, grabbing the glass.

"Here, let me help you," he said, bringing it to my lips. I took a couple of drinks, not realizing how thirsty I was.

"Slow down," he says to me. "Don’t want you to choke."

"I need to use the bathroom," I told him. He nodded, pulled out his phone, and texted someone. Probably Raven.

She came into the room a few minutes later with a smile on her face.

"I see that the two of you are awake," she says as she came to the bed. She pulled the covers back and helped me to the bathroom. Hawk tried to follow us, but Raven stopped him before he got to the door.

"Give this girl some privacy," she warned him. He grunted and went back to his chair. Raven closed the door and smiled.

"That boy is head over heels for you," she giggled.

I shook my head, and Raven helped me use the bathroom. After I was done, we walked back into the room, and Hawk was gone.

"Where did he go?" I asked her.

Raven shrugged her shoulders and helped me back into bed. Handing me the remote, she mentioned she would be back soon. She stepped out, leaving me alone in the room.

With the remote in my hand, I turned it on, and there on national news was Rodney’s boss, surrounded by the cops, with Rodney walking behind him with the lawyers. Do I have some time now, with Rodney dealing with the law with his boss? I hope so.

"What are you watching?"

I heard from the door.

I looked up and pointed to the TV.

Hawk came in and looked at the TV.

"They arrested Moretti?" he asked me. "Who’s that behind him?"

"The asshole who did this to me," I explained to him. "This might buy me some time to find somewhere safe. I can’t stay here very long."

He sat on the bed next to me and took my hand again.

"Arielle, you are safe here," he reassured me. "No one messes with the club and lives to tell the tale. Moretti’s men won’t be getting in here."

"But-"

"Arielle, I know you have just met a few of us, especially me, but I would like you to trust me on this. You are safe here. If not here, we have safe houses for you to hide in if needed. You don’t need to run," he explains to me. “Please stay. At least long enough to get to know the club and me. If you become a part of the club, my brothers and sisters will lay down their lives for you.”