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

already is. Stoney’s charter is already causing waves. So are the Inferno’s Clutch now that they know what direction to look toward. Right now, we’ve got enough shit on our plate to deal with. Let’s have Cy get in on this and look further into them and see how deep they are. This whole thing with the Supreme Masters, it’s bigger than we all thought it was, and they target one they’re coming after all,” I growl, not liking this shit show we’re gonna be heading into.

“Way this world is with corruption everywhere, it’s gonna take a hell of a lot of firepower to take these fuckers down even a notch,” Malice says gravelly.

“You’re right, but until that time, brother, let’s deal with what we can for now. We’re sending Simone to this facility that gets her out of our hair. Now it’s a matter of finding this fuckin’ punk-ass gang who want to fuck with us and throw them out of our fuckin’ territory,” I say, curling my lip in anger and disgust as I mention the gang we need to find.

“We’ll find them, and we’ll get the asshole who trashed Avery’s house too,” Malice mutters.

Not many people get in on my VP’s good side; however, Avery, she’s got every one of my brothers’ attention because of who she is. This is not about her being mine but because she’s sweet and has tried to take care of all of us while she’s here at the clubhouse. Dead on her feet, she comes in with a smile on her face and offers to fix dinner when Leanna hasn’t come in.

Leanna met her and also fell under Avery’s spell. Sweet and innocent isn’t something we see around here, and I don’t want that shit to ever be taken away from who my woman really is.

“Oh, you can count on that, brother. I’ll find who did this, and I’ll make them pay,” I mutter, knowing I will do whatever it takes to find them. I haven’t found out anything about Avery’s past yet, and I know I need to soon, but I’ve been trying to gain her trust fully.

That shit with Cheeks and Bunny, I think, still fucks with her head, and I need to set things straight once and for all. She has nothing to worry about. Those two bitches are nothing compared to the beauty that’s Avery. Small and dainty with hips I can hold onto while slamming my cock into her. Her tits might be smaller than I normally go for, but I don’t give a fuck about that, not when they’re the perfect size to fit her body.

Tonight, I’ll have to show her she can trust me, and when she can admit it, then I’m takin’ what I’ve claimed as mine.

Chapter Eleven

Avery

“Willow, I think Avery’s gonna die of sexual frustration,” Quinn remarks for not the first time today. I guess you can say I’ve been one moody woman since coming in. Sure, I’ve been my usual nice with the customers, but a certain Quinn tells no lies, I could right now die of sexual frustration, and that is driving me nuts.

“Quinn, she’s more or less going batty,” Willow retorts, giggling.

The two of them stand near the doorway leading to the front while I work in the kitchen area preparing more pastries for not just the front case but also for the club. I’d found out that the guys love sweets. Well, some of them do, whereas the others have all but commanded me to bring coffee to the clubhouse and make it before I leave in the morning.

Since everything happened with my house and it being trashed to Hammer carting me back to the clubhouse on his bike a few days ago from here, I’ve wanted more. But I don’t want to seem like a floozy when it comes to pushing for more. I get he’s in a motorcycle club. That’s something else he’s taken the time to explain to me: they’re a brotherhood and nothing like a gang. Hammer didn’t go into detail on what they do as a club, but he did tell me about the businesses they own in town and around it. To hear him say they own restaurants and bars along with a strip club shocked me. I figured the rough and gruff men would stick with garages and things like that. Instead, they have several profitable businesses.

I don’t know how it’s happened or how I could allow myself to let it happen, but Hammer has weaseled his way under my skin. If I wasn’t a scaredy-cat, I’d jump his bones at a moment’s notice. Yeah, we’ve had some seriously hot and heavy make-out sessions, sessions he stops before it gets any further.

Hence the reason I’m so frustrated and Quinn and Willow are making fun of me. I’m horny for a man who keeps pulling back rather than taking it the distance and letting me find my release.

“Both of you can bite me,” I mutter and go about what I’m doing, trying to ignore them.

“Come on, babe, you need to loosen up,” Quinn says, and I hear her step further into the room.

“I’m fine,” I grumble without lifting my head to meet her gaze.

“If you were fine, you’d be out of here right now trying to get a hold of that man of yours and dragging him to whatever closed-off space you could and have your wicked way with him. I know that’s what I would be doing if I were you,” Quinn snorts.

“Hammer’s not my man, and I’m not going to be doing anything with anyone,” I mutter in protest though it guts me to say he’s not mine. Why? Because I can’t be his. I mean, seriously, who wants a woman who comes from a home that’s nothing but trash. I’m sure in some way that trash is sticking to me, and soon he’ll smell it and decide I’m not what he wants.

“Babe, you’re loco