Poisoned Rose (Dark Roses #1) Read Free Page A

you want me to do and…’
                  Hawk held up his hand.
                  ‘Kid, this isn’t a job interview.  I have no use for you.  Now do yourself a favor and get out of my face.’
                  ‘You have to let me join or I’ll go to the cops.’
                  Hawk took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling.  Why couldn’t the stupid kid have kept his mouth shut? He moved towards Luke, grabbed his shirt and yanked him up so that his feet were dangling in the air, his face inches from Hawk’s.  The confidence across Luke’s face was replaced with fear as Hawk’s mismatched eyes locked onto Luke’s brown eyes.
                  ‘I own the fucking cops.’
                  He head butted Luke unconscious and let the body slump to the ground.
                  ‘Get him out of here.’
                  No sooner had Hawk stepped outside the office than he was approached by a blonde, who introduced herself and told him she’d seen him there before.  His cell rang and he dismissed the woman with a wave.  It was one of his soldiers calling from the Mason owned strip club known as The Den.
                  ‘That group of guys you asked us to look out for are here.  What do you want me to do Captain?’
                  ‘I’m on my way.’
                  He raced across the city on his black Ninja and pulled up at the end of the street where The Den was located.  From his vantage point, he was able to scope out the street while remaining inconspicuous. He took his time taking off his helmet and spotted a black Chrysler parked three cars down from The Den’s entrance.  The windows were dark but not dark enough to obstruct his view of the four men inside.  It was almost two in the morning and the street was close to deserted, which meant that that was the car waiting for the boys.
                  He cradled his helmet under his left arm, leaving his leather jacket on and his right hand free to grab the Beretta at the small of his back.  He stalked towards the club, his boots thumping against the pavement and announcing his presence.  If the thugs in the Chrysler were thinking of doing the hit in his venue, there was no way they’d dare to with him there.  Before he reached the front door he approached the driver, who was leaning against the car.
                  ‘You waiting for someone?’
                  The man dropped his cigarette and before he was able to plaster on his poker face, Hawk registered a blink of recognition in his eyes.  But he recovered quickly and shook his head.
                  ‘I don’t smoke in my car man, custom seats cost a fucking fortune.’
                  Hawk didn’t respond.  He reached The Den and stopped in front of the entrance to shake hands with his soldier and ask if the group was still inside, not bothering with small talk.  The soldier led the way into the club and nodded towards a group of boys sitting in a booth towards the back.  Hawk dropped down onto an empty stool, placed his helmet on the bar and turned to face the group.  He’d just leant back on his elbows when the bartender asked if she could get him anything.  The women who worked in Mason establishments knew better than to try and hit on him.
                  ‘Just water.’
                  She handed him the glass and he took it without breaking his gaze at the table across the floor.  There were three boys, although the soldier had told him there were another six glued to the stage and one in the private booths.  Hawk wasn’t concerned with the boys by the stage as his gut told him it was one of the other four that had the hit on their head.  They looked straight laced to him and he wondered what they’d done to make someone want to kill them.  He could