Hawk’s bike crashed to the ground, but he didn’t care, as he tore across the wet grass and headed for the body lying on the front steps. He dropped to the grass, ignoring the shouts from the club members that were pulling up. The other men were careful to shut down their Harley’s, and kick down the stand, before moving to form a protective barrier around him. He didn’t acknowledge them, as he pulled the lifeless body to chest, and roared out his pain. The men surrounding him bowed their heads and stood guard.
It had been fifteen minutes since he had got the call from a neighbour. Mrs. Roberts had been his neighbour since childhood, and after his parent’s death, she had kept an eye on him and his brother. He had stayed with his brother until he was old enough to fend for himself, and then Hawk had left to join the marines. When his platoon was caught in a roadside bomb, and Hawk had taken a piece of shrapnel to the face, he got out. When he came home, the Devils Soldiers MC was the perfect place for him. He was scarred, he was angry, and he needed to be close to men that had gone through similar experiences as him. It had been the best choice he’d ever made.
His brother had taken a different route. He understood Hawk’s choice, but he had his mind set on being a cop. A man had entered a liquor store one day with a gun. He was strung out, and desperate to steal money so he could buy his next fix. The junky had killed everyone inside, including their parents. Hawk had been eighteen and his younger brother Jeremy had been sixteen. His brother had sailed through the academy and had been hired onto the local force. But he hadn’t been happy doing regular work. He chose to go undercover, and join a team intent on taking down the local mob boss, Marshal Colton.
Marshal was a spoiled rich kid, who had a shit ton of money. Instead of going to college and getting a decent job, he bought most of the businesses in town. Then he opened strip clubs and dance clubs. The last straw was when he sold drugs, and they caught wind he was selling young girls as well. Jeremy was determined to do whatever was necessary to get him shut down. He was hired on as a fighter, something both brothers had trained in all their life, and was becoming a trusted employee.
But something had gone wrong, and somehow Marshal had discovered that Jeremy was a cop. That was when Mrs. Roberts had called him, to say a van had pulled up to the house and they had dumped a body on the lawn. He pulled back slightly to stare at the still warm body of his brother. Blood covered his face, and someone riddled his bare chest with bruises. It obvious to Hawk his brother had been badly beaten before they shot him in the head.
A heavy hand landed on his shoulder. He ignored it. His brother was dead, and he felt like someone had ripped his heart out. He wouldn’t show weakness in front of his club, but he was breaking. His brother was the only blood family he had, and now he was gone.
“We need to get out of here,” Diesel, his club president and best friend growled. “Whoever dumped him could be back, we need to be gone before then.”
Hawk knew he was right. His brother had taken pains to make sure Hawk was left out of this. No one knew they were brothers. As soon as Jeremy had started undercover work, his department had changed all its records so it appeared Hawk had died in the liquor store shooting with his parents. It would never do if they discovered Hawk now. He placed his arms under his brothers back and legs, then pushed himself off the ground. He pulled his brother close to his chest, uncaring of the blood that was coating him.
The bikers continued to surround him as he made his way to a waiting van. As soon as he reached it, the doors were thrown open and strong hands helped him climb inside. He moved into the furthest corner and sat, refusing to release Jeremy. He wasn’t surprised when Diesel and Wolf jumped in with him.
“Half the men will get our bikes back to the compound, and clean out the house,” Diesel told him. “The rest will protect us and make sure we get back to the compound safely.”
Hawk, didn’t even acknowledge his words. He was shutting down, and he knew from his time in the marines, that he should try to stop it. Unfortunately, he didn’t care, he needed to shut down, before he lost it. If that happened, the men would have no choice but to contain him, and that wasn’t fucking happening.
“I want the man responsible for this,” he growled.
“You’ll get him,” Diesel promised. “Let’s get your brother sorted and make sure he’s given a proper burial first. You need time to sort yourself, then we’ll make plans.”
“I don’t need time,” Hawk sneered. “I need fucking vengeance. I’ll take tonight, but tomorrow I’m going after the fucker with or without your help.”
“You’ll have the entire club’s help,” Wolf vowed. “But we do this smart, and we do this together. We’re not fucking watching you go in guns blazing and getting killed. You shut us down, you’ll know what happens.”
Hawk raised his head and started at Diesel and Wolf. “You won’t fucking lock me up,” he growled.
“Then don’t even think about being an ass,” Diesel warned. “You’re in this club for a reason, and you’re the fucking VP, the rest of the men will be watching you.”
Hawk ignored him, and dropped his head once more to his brothers chest, signifying he was done with the conversation.