His body shuddering as he came, his face twisted into a feral snarl of desire. “Good, in that case my name is Tiff.” She told him and held her hand out for him to shake. By the time she had reached him Hawk had stripped naked. With a sigh, Owl slid his hand into his pack and pulled out the shotgun aiming it at Hawk. The woman’s attention flicked to Swift then back to Hawk and Owl. The woman’s attention flicked to Swift then back to Hawk and Owl. Instantly he regretted pulling the alarm. “Go back, get away from here,” Owl added. The woman’s eyes shut tight as she realised he was not going to stop. Either you just let us leave, or I force you to let us leave and that is going to get bloody.” Hawk’s eyes tightened as he glared at the gun. Once he was certain Owl was playing ball Hawk looked back to the woman.
