Page 37 of Scream Little Sister

I switch off the engine and knock the kickstand down. It barely touches the ground before Hawk storms toward me. He shoves his tinted visor up, exposing his narrowed eyes. “I should kick your ass for making us wait hours to learn what the hell you meant bykeeping our eyes peeled. The fuck is going on, bro?”

I dismount my Suzuki and flip my visor so I don’t have to yell for him to hear me. “Someone’s been watching us.”

Hawk freezes.

“Who?” Aiden says. He stalks to Hawk’s side and folds his arms over his chest.

I shrug. “I don’t know. Otherwise, I would have given you a name.”

“Tell us everything,” Hawk says.

“Jerry got word about Mickey’s death. There’s no way information can travel that fast in just a few hours. Someone was watching.” I purposely leave out the details about Jerry’s plan to punish me for Mickey’s death. It’s not a burden I want to put on them. Besides, I can handle it on my own.

Hawk’s shoulders stiffen.

“The fuck?” Aiden snarls. “I didn’t see anyone at Jaxon’s place while waiting for you and Hawk.”

“There weren’t any fucking cars,” Hawk says. “They would have to be stupid to walk into our neighborhood.”

“What about the cameras?” I ask.

“I’ll check.” Hawk fishes his phone out of his riding jacket and taps the screen with his gloved finger.

Aiden winces.

I raise an eyebrow. “What’s that look for, Aiden?”

He chuckles and rubs the back of his helmet. “I may have forgotten to set up the cameras by Jaxon’s house.”

Hawk sighs and lowers his phone as he looks past me with blank eyes. “You’re fucking kidding me.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” Aiden throws his hands in the air and drops them to his sides. “I got distracted, and it slipped my mind. Shit happens.”

Hawk turns to Aiden and shoves a finger in his direction. “Forgetting to bring beer to a bonfire is a shit-happens moment. This is different, bro.”

“No one’s dead,” Aiden says. “Don’t put that shit on me.”

“Dahlia and Jax almost died this morning!” Hawk invades Aiden’s personal space, his stiff shoulders raised enough to brush against the underside of his helmet.

I step toward them and reach out to yank Hawk away from Aiden. Hawk shrugs off my hand and pushes closer to Aiden. The switch in his mood is concerning. He’s good at holding it together, so I’m not sure what’s going on, but whatever it is, Aiden doesn’t deserve to be the punching bag.

“I want to bitch-smack you so fucking bad, I swear to god.” Hawk raises his gloved hand and curls his fingers into a tight fist.

“Do it!” Aiden closes the tiny gap between them, and their helmets clash. “If it makes you feel better, then do it.”

Hawk steps back and swings at the same time. His fist crashes against the side of Aiden’s helmet. Aiden stumbles to the side, and laughter spills out of him.

“This isn’t funny, man!” Hawk roars.

Aiden shakes his head and straightens, his laughter softening. “You’re right. It isn’t.”

“Then quit fucking laughing!” Hawk shoves Aiden. “They could have died!”

“I know!” Aiden yells, his voice catching. Pain flares in his eyes.

I shove myself between them and hold Hawk back from attacking Aiden again. Hawk’s chest and shoulders rise and fall with quick, shallow breaths as he scowls at me.

“Check the other camera angles,” I say. “See if you can find anyone sneaking around, but don’t take this out on Aiden.”