UnWreck Me (Savage Beast MC Book 7) by Hayley Faiman (top e book reader .TXT) 📗

this. I chose to wait too long last time. Almost got our women hurt. Jaguar is there and he says he’s in it to help us, whatever he needs but he’s got a situation on the inside that’s keeping him from walking away.”

“That sounds like bullshit,” Silver barks.

“It kind of does,” I admit on a grunt.

Dragon shakes his head. “He’s stayed in constant contact. He knows he was wrong with what he did to Eagle, but he also wants to face his punishment. Claims he still has loyalties for his brothers. Says he wants to be in good standing again.”

“Should skin him alive for what he did,” Wolfe grinds out.

“Doesn’t matter right now, all I know is we need to get those fuckers under thumb or we look weak and not to them, but to everyone. I don’t want some other club thinking that they can come in here and fuck around because we’ve somehow lost our edge.”

Standing, I place my fists on the table and lean over slightly. “I’ll skin them alive and let their bodies sway in the goddamn breeze, take video and upload that shit to the internet. I am not weak, the Beasts are not weak, and the Donkey Punchers will fucking pay for what they did.”

Chapter Six

AVAH

Keaston watches me from a barstool. I’m making breakfast. It’s an odd feeling, being domestic with a man. The only man that I have been remotely domestic with is Hawk, and even then, it wasn’t much. There were no shared meals in my kitchen. I wasn’t much of a cook and even months after being in this situation of a lifestyle change, I’m still not.

“You really can’t cook, can you?” he asks.

Pressing my lips together, I attempt to move the eggs around in the pan. Toast and scrambled eggs, those are the only two things that I can make taste edible. Turning my head, I look over my shoulder at him.

“I really can’t,” I admit.

He chuckles. “I’ll get some food, bring it over, cook for you tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow night?” I ask on a breath.

He winks in my direction, a smile curving on his lips. He hasn’t left since he informed me of my stalker. In fact, he forced me to go to bed, and he sat on the couch and watched television while I slept. When I woke up, I was starving, so even though it’s late afternoon, eggs and toast it is. Not that I could make anything else.

“You think I’m going to allow you to sit around alone while some fuck is stalking you?” he growls. “No way, babe.”

“So, you’re going to what? Stare at me day in and day out, don’t you have a life?” I ask as I plate my shitty eggs and toast for both of us.

Sliding the plate across the bar, I bite my bottom lip at the sight of my crappy eggs and toast. I’m unable to hide the pink in my cheeks as it rises and crawls over my entire face, I look down at the countertop, refusing to lift my gaze.

“I have a life, Avah,” he says, his voice softer than I imagined he could even muster. “But, I can’t have a woman as pretty as you be hurt, not the way I imagine some sick stalker fuck would hurt you.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Keaston. I’m not the gentle flower you’re painting me as,” I admit.

He clears his throat, his arm extending as his finger touches beneath my chin. Lifting my head, my eyes find his. He is smirking across from me, his lips twitching before he shrugs a shoulder.

“Babe, there’s a lot you don’t know about me either. Doesn’t fucking matter. You’re a woman living here alone. I’m not going to let some sick fuck do whatever sick fucks do and hurt you. Not when I can possibly stop it.”

“Keaston,” I rasp.

His thumb shifts and he pinches my chin before he releases it. Clearing his throat, I am unable to look away from him, his gaze has me completely arrested.

Sucking in a breath, I hold it as I continue to stare at him. He’s gorgeous and I wish that I could feel anything for him, anything at all, because this is a man that I should be falling for.

“Who is he?” he asks, his voice raspy and sexy.

“He, who?” I ask, knowing damn well what he’s asking me.

He lets out a chuckle, his hand falling from my chin. “The man you’re in love with, babe.”

“Why do you think there is someone?” I ask.

He watches me for a moment, then his brow lifts. “Been trying to get you to go out with me for months. I can tell you’re into me, but you never accept. You don’t go out with anyone else that I can see, so there’s something, someone, holding you back.”

“Hawk,” I answer immediately, without hesitation, and I slap my hand over my mouth instantly.

His eyes widen and he clears his throat. “Guessing he doesn’t know about any of this stalking shit?” he asks.

Shaking my head, I press my lips together as my hand falls down from my lips.

Keaston snorts. “Thought as much.”

“It wouldn’t matter if he knew,” I lie.

I know that it would matter., He would be here in a heartbeat, but if he was, then I would do what I want to do. I would beg him to come back into my bed—I would welcome him. Then, I would hate myself because I would fall farther.

“Woman, you are a shit liar.”

I gasp, my eyes opening wide as I feign shock and surprise. He chuckles, lifting a shoulder as his eyes continue to stay connected to mine. They are unwavering, unmoving, and it’s this moment that I, once again, wish I felt anything for him at all.

“Yeah,” I sigh. “I am. Doesn’t matter though, I can’t let him come back.”

“Because?”

Shaking my head, I press my lips together and roll them a few times. “Doesn’t matter,” I exhale.

“It does, babe. He can’t