Chapter Ten

It was done.

Hawk got rid of the evidence by fire and as he walked away, he felt a great deal of satisfaction that the man who’d tormented Sky was dead.

Of course, Sky hadn’t told him the real story, but from the nightmares and the twisted sheets with the young man crying out “no, no!” it didn’t take a fucking scientist to figure out that Sky had been abused.

Hawk hadn’t found out that Sky had been raped until Franklin blubbered an apology. It had taken Hawk seconds to decide that he’d prolong the fucker’s agony and as a last hurrah, he had used every trick of torture in his arsenal, drawing a sinister delight from Franklin’s screams of terror.

Smoke and flames billowed behind him as he left the area on a stolen crotch rocket.

“What’s this?” Jaxon West frowned at the long white envelope Hawk held out.

“I need a favor.”

“Dave said you quit.”

“I did. This isn’t for Dave. I need you to deliver it to that address.”

“It’s a hotel.” The former Erebus assassin squinted and smacked the envelope against his palm. “What if the person is not there.”

“Sky.”

Jaxon smirked and quirked one eyebrow at him. “Sky…”

“Skylar Thomas,” Hawk said with a small nod. “If he’s checked out, I need you to find him and deliver that. You owe me that much at least.”

“I will,” Jaxon said. He owed Hawk a hell of a lot more than an envelope delivered, so that was the least he could do. “You don’t need to worry.”

Hawk clamped a hand on Jaxon’s shoulder for one moment and then turned and walked away.

Sky saw the fire on the evening news.

One part of him was fiercely glad that the fucker, Franklin, was gone, the other part was devastated. He sure the hell didn’t care about Franklin, but he knew the charred remains of the house he’d once lived in meant Hawk had completed his promise.

It also meant Hawk was gone.

That thought alone left Sky feeling bereft and he flung his small items into the backpack Hawk had bought him and slung it over his shoulder. He picked up a white envelope he hadn’t seen until now and opened it. Inside was several thousand dollars and his eyes stung. Hawk would have known how much he needed this to have a fresh start. With his mom dead and the money gone, he had to make some hard decisions. However, one thing he didn’t need to do was run.

He could take the money Hawk gave him and get a place and a job.

Pausing at the hotel door, he glanced back at the two queen beds. Should he hang around?

No.

He knew in his heart that Hawk wasn’t coming back.

Closing the door, he turned to find a tall, good-looking biker dude with dark blond hair walking toward him.

“Skylar Thomas? I’m Jaxon, a friend of Hawk’s.