Hammer's Pride by E.C. Land (top non fiction books of all time .txt) 📗

gaze, I square my shoulders and ask the room in general, “Does anyone need coffee?”

Chapter Eight

Hammer

Wakin’ up after a shit night of sleeping on my couch in the office put me in a foul mood from the get-go. What the fuck was I thinkin’ not getting my ass back to my bed?

Oh right, I had a woman in my room sleeping, and I needed to figure out what to do with her.

Avery. Fuck, thinking of her in my bed causes my cock to jerk to attention behind my jeans.

Getting up, I twist my neck side to side, loosening the kink I’d given myself. I stand and get ready to leave my office when a knock sounds, and Malice steps into the room before I can speak up.

“What?” I demand, seeing the hardened look on his face.

“Heads up, brother, you’re not gonna like what I’m about to tell you,” he mutters gravelly.

“Tell me what?” My gut tightens, and my shitty mood grows tenfold at what it could be.

“Avery’s gone,” Malice announces. “She left around two this morning and brace, Prez, because this shit is gonna piss you off even more; Cheeks and Bunny are back. Came back last night, and Cy caught them on the video feed going into one of the rooms right before you get to the main room. They did this mere seconds before Avery left the clubhouse.”

“What the fuck? All clubwhores were supposed to be gone all night,” I snarl, not even allowing the last bit about Avery to sink home yet. My shit mood peaking even higher.

“Don’t know, Prez,” my VP mutters. “Know they were pissed when they heard you had a woman in your room and then were beside themselves with glee snickering about how you weren’t in there with her and that she needed to learn a lesson about not being the only one you fuck.”

“You’ve got to be fuckin’ kiddin’ me. I passed out on my couch in here after drinkin’ three-fourths of a bottle of my Wild Turkey at my desk while given her some motherfuckin’ space, and they want to pull this shit,” I growl, not liking this bit of information Malice has given me. Those two cunts crossed a serious line with this stunt. Let alone being here in the first damn place when we’d told all the whores to stay gone last night.

“Those two are pissed because they’ve been your go-to whores for a while now and seem to think they got a claim on you,” Malice informs me.

Fuck.

“Where’s Avery now?” Her ass had best still be here, though I know she’s not. Swear to fuckin’ god the woman is gonna do my head in, and I barely know her from Eden.

“Knuckles went to town and said she’s at the coffee shop,” Malice announces, and I nearly see red. The woman is bound and determined to kill herself in that place. I could see it in the exhausted state she’d been in last night. And I’m sure she didn’t get any sleep. Again, on that, though, my anger grows. My fist clench at my sides, and I’m ready to beat the shit out of someone or take my hand to a certain woman’s ass for leaving here.

“Find those two cunts, we’ll deal with them, and then I’ll deal with Avery. Tell me Knuckles is still on her,” I grind out, deciding I better handle the whores before going to my woman.

Motherfuckin’ shit. My woman.

My brother had been right in what he said about meeting the right one. Granted, I’m not feeling the joyous feelings shit he did at the moment.

“Yeah, he’s sitting outside the tattoo shop, keeping an eye out on the place until you or someone else can get there,” Malice confirms. “As for Bunny and Cheeks, what do you wanna do?”

“Until I know what the fuck they’re up to, I don’t fuckin’ know. But we’ll see what they have to say. I know the brothers would be happy to continue fuckin’ them cause I’m not going there anymore,” I growl with a jerk of my chin and storm forward and throw the door open. Those two bitches weren’t even supposed to be here last night, and I want to fuckin’ know what the hell they’re up to.

Stalking down the hall toward the rooms that hold all the clubwhores. We keep them separated from the rest of our rooms so they know where they belong. Bunny and Cheeks both share a room, and as I step in front of it, I twist the knob for it to open. The door slams against the wall as I push it open. Both clubwhores scream as they sit up in the bed.

“You two cunts get your fuckin’ asses out here and into the main room now,” I order with a curl of my lip at the sight of them and the fear in their gazes.

Turning on my heel, I stalk back into the main room to find my brothers, all of them, standing around the room looking pissed.

“Hammer,” Cheeks says hesitantly as she comes out into the main room in nothing but a shirt and thong. Bunny is dressed the same way, looking scared of what’s about to happen.

“You wanna tell me what the fuck you two are doing here at the clubhouse when you’re not supposed to be here, considering the club told you to go stay somewhere else,” I sneer.

“But, Hammer, we didn’t want to be away from you,” Bunny says, giving me a smile that has never worked on me in the first place.

“Why were you in the hall near my room?” I demand.

“We . . . came in there to check on you after hearing you weren’t in your room,” Cheeks states in response. A look of hurt, no matter how fake, crosses her features.

“Cheeks, don’t pull that shit; I told your ass to get the fuck out when you two bitches came strutting your asses in here drunk as fuck. You