Hawk..... She has a child?
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CHAPTER 4
HAWK’S POV
I stared down at the woman who was licking my d**k inside my office.
Her name is Dotty. She is just a regular club w***e who thought she could be my ol’ lady.
She wanted that title by any means possible, and she doesn’t miss an opportunity to come over and suck my d**k. A lot of men in the club like her, but she is just too bland for my taste. Last time I checked, she was in her early twenties but had the skills of a woman with four decades of experience.
Her mouth was like a suction cup and could take on any size, but somehow it just bored the hell out of me, and I was losing my erection quickly. A few years back, I used to love club whores and could handle three a day or even more, as long as their p*ssy were juicy enough for my taste.
But now priorities have changed. I was no longer just a normal biker in the Reed MC club.
I was now the president of the Reed Biker's Club!
“Get the f*ck off, Dot,” I snapped, pulling my d**k back and putting it into my pants. I sighed, running my hand through my hair. I should have never let her into my office to blow me in the first place.
I was thinking about a lot right now. Since the BBB… ‘Bastard Biker's Club’ attacked one of my brothers for flying his vest downtown, I had been thinking about the right punishment for those motherf*ckers. I was considering going there with some of my brothers and blowing the whole place up with bullets or burning them alive so they could feel the wrath of coming for anything that belongs to me.
“Please, I promise I can do better. Just let me try again,” Dotty pleaded, running her hands up and down my thighs. Since I was the prez of the MC, she really wanted to please me, but f*ck that. I had more important things to do.
“Get the f*ck out of my office this minute, or I will make sure you never touch another club d*ck!”
She scurried away.
Everything about Reed MC had changed since I became president and made my brothers high-ranking officers. One rule I established was: never come for what is mine.
I was tired of those old men ruling and allowing other MCs to trample over us.
So I took the title of president.
Yes, I shot our former prez in the chest, and I watched the old motherf*cker bleed to death.
He deserved it… too scared to make decisions!
The ringing tone of Liam (Gunner’s) phone jolted me out of my thoughts, and I reached for the phone.
What motherf*cker was calling him on a weekend?
As I reached for the phone, once I saw the name in front of it, my eyes widened, and my pulse quickened with excitement.
Fatty?
Why was she calling Gunner's phone?
After six years, she still has his number. My lips curled into a smile; I knew she hate to speak to me and would expect to hear Gunner's voice.
Well, she was in for a cheap surprise today.
I answered the call, and a masculine voice came through.I knew something was wrong. “Hello, Mr. Liam. Please, we have been trying to reach you for a while.”
My back snapped straight, and every muscle in my body tensed.
That little d*ck she calls Prince Charming must have put his hands on her.
That was the first thought that crossed my mind.
And if he did, I would slit his f*cking throat.
“The owner of this phone survived a fire outbreak, but we need a family member to come sign the agreement before we can proceed with some important treatments,” the man said, and I gritted my teeth.
Shit.
A f*cking fire outbreak? Are they kidding me right now?
Where the hell was her stupid husband when she got into a fire, and where is he now that she is in the hospital?
“Commence the treatments and send me your address,” I roared, about to toss the phone aside when his voice came again.
“Sir, this is a serious matter, and I hope you’ll be here soon enough.”
“MOTHERF*CKER!” I yelled, rising from the table. “Do as I said. I will be there soon!”
With that, I sighed, tossing the phone aside and rushing toward the exit. My heart squeezed inside my chest, and I didn’t know why I suddenly felt this way. Not that I really liked Fatty.
She was a pain in my ass, always rattling me out to the widow, but I hated the Dontons.
If her husband had messed with her, then he had me to answer to.
The doctor sounded like she was dying, but I knew Fatty. She is a fighter.
She would always pull through. The next minute, a message chimed in, and it was the address of the hospital.
That would take us about four hours by bike or even more. We were crossing territories and breaking the rules, but I didn’t care.
I slammed my door and rushed outside without saying a word to anyone. I quickly picked up my keys and soon roared into the night, firing up my engine in preparation for the journey ahead.
I breathed in, taking in some oxygen to calm myself because right now, I felt like I was losing my s**t. And if I fully lost it and let that monstrous part of me out, I didn’t know what fate awaited a lot of people because I wasn’t sure I could let him back in once he came out.
As I roared my bike, three other bikes roared beside me.
Bennie on my right, Zipco—the youngest of the club—on my left; he was just a few months younger than Liam. And Zipco right at my back.
Their gazes fell on me, meeting my sharp gaze before I hit the throttle and moved forward.
My brothers had my back even without me asking. They knew I was pissed, and it was something important.
I didn't have time to say a f*****g word to them! That's deep loyalty that can't be bought.
F*ck it. The Dontons—or whoever those motherfuckers were—had messed up by messing with Fatty. She's mine.
A few hours later, we arrived at the hospital where Fatty was admitted. I turned my bike off and parked it in front of the driveway. The other three bikers also parked their bikes in front of the hospital.
Anyone who passed would see our logo and step back or prepare to meet their maker.
“This is the hospital, Prez?” Bennie asked as we made our way in through the main entrance.
I could see the surprised looks on the faces of everyone in the hospital. Gasps rippled through as they stared at us. I guess they had never seen bikers before, or perhaps bikers built this way—huge, clean, and dangerous.
We weaved through the crowd and made our way inside after asking for the doctor's office. The security guards didn't try to stop us. Many would say they didn’t perceive us as threats since we wanted to see the doctor, but I’d say they were just too scared to approach us.
When I got to the office, the door swung open even before I touched it. A man in a white coat walked out, and I figured he was the doctor. My eyes swept over him, and I chuckled. He had the features of a brunette rather than a man.
“Excuse me?” he said in a shaky voice. “Are you Mr. Liam?”
“Take me to where she is and quit boring me with questions, man,” I sighed, and he flashed me a smile out of fear.
I could tell when men were scared of me. And for this Mr. Brunette right here? I bet he was almost pissing his pants.
“I'm sorry, but Mr. Liam, she can't see anyone now. The nurses will give you the documents to sign and hand her daughter over to you.”
I froze, my eyes wide with shock.
Fatty has a daughter?
Shit. When did she get pregnant? Her body isn’t strong enough to push out a baby yet.
I followed the doctor to where a little pretty girl was seated with another nurse trying to cheer her up.
I didn't know what to expect, but a real baby? Dressed in purple clothes and making little sounds in response to playing with the nurse? Never in a million years would I have expected that from her.
When did Fatty get brave enough to have a baby?
I stared at the little girl for a while, and I was sure Bennie and the others were equally stunned to see a baby. The life we live keeps us apart from things like this, and we see a baby only once every two years when one of the club workers comes to accuse one of the bikers of nutting in her pvssy and not paying for child support.
“Who is she?” I turned to the doctor nonchalantly.
He almost gasped. “I thought she was your daughter?”
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