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

I know her, she’ll still be at work. It’s not too late, yet. Guiding my bike toward the dealership where I know she’s been selling cars the past few months, I’m careful not to get too close.

I see her almost immediately after I park.

That cunt.

I knew something was up. I knew it, but I didn’t want to believe it, not even when I saw it with my own eyes. After the meeting with everyone this morning, I packed a small bag and left knowing that there is a plan in place now, I can deal with Avah before that plan is implemented.

It took me nine hours to ride to the border agent’s place, to deal with him, nine hours on my bike of thinking about her. Then I park outside her work just to watch her walk out of the building with another man. To watch him touch her face, tuck her into her car, then watch them walk into her apartment together.

I have no right to be angry.

She’s not claimed, she’s not branded, she’s not mine.

But she is.

She is fucking mine, even if she’s none of those other things, she’s still mine.

Clearing my throat, I continue to watch, wondering when I’ll be calm enough to make my way up to her apartment. Then I decide, I could wait a lifetime and I wouldn’t be calm enough to confront her, especially because some fuck is sticking his dick in my cunt.

Parking my bike, I climb off of it and head inside of her building. A building that isn’t secure by any fucking means. It doesn’t take me long to climb the stairs to her floor, marching down the hall, I growl to myself as I approach her door.

I’m pumped. I’m ready to beat this fuck’s face in. I will too, beat the fucking shit out of him for even looking at her, let alone touching her.

Another big mistake that I made was allowing her to be with that goddamn border agent, because she’s mine, she’s off of the fucking table to all other men, has been since I laid eyes on her the first fucking moment.

Chapter Nine

AVAH

I hear a loud banging out in the hall. My entire body jerks at the sound and I stand up, running toward the peephole. Placing my hand on the doorknob, I don’t turn it or even make a move to open it as I stare at the back of the figure banging on my door.

“Don’t go out there,” Keaston says, shoving me to the side. I watch as he presses his face to the door and growls at the sight of the man banging against the door.

I can’t make a move, not a single one, because although I didn’t see his face, I saw enough of him. The Savage Beast emblem and name emblazoned on the back of his leather cut told me everything that I need to know.

Daddy’s home.

Keaston growls, wrenching the door open and I watch as he stomps out into the hallway. Then I hear him shout, and that’s when my feet start to move. I’m still wearing my clothes from work, my shoes have been kicked off, but my skirt and blouse are still perfectly intact.

“Who the fuck are you?” Hawk barks as he spins around.

“You don’t need to shout down the whole goddamn floor. Christ, what the fuck, man?”

Keaston knows who this is, he has to. I hide behind his frame, waiting to hear what Hawk has to say. He makes a low growl in the back of his throat before he speaks again.

“Where the fuck is my woman?” Hawk asks.

Keaston sucks in a breath, but before he can respond, I step out from behind him.

“Your woman?” I demand, placing my hand on my hip, my trauma from earlier somehow gone and replacing my terror is straight-up anger and rage. “What the fuck?”

He starts to make his way toward me, his face turning red with his anger, but I don’t make a move, not a single one. He can fuck himself if he thinks he’s going to intimidate me. Although, I can’t deny that my thighs shake a bit as he gets closer and his scent washes over me.

He smells like leather and cigar smoke, he smells like oil and man. He smells like he should throw me against the wall and fuck me until I’m screaming his name.

“Yeah,” he barks, reaching out and wrapping his hand around the side of my neck. “Mine.”

Everything around me completely vanishes, it melts away at the sight of this man. This beautiful man in front of me. I have wanted to see him right here, claiming me, wanting me, needing me just as badly as I need him, but now that he’s here, he’s pissing me right the fuck off.

I open my mouth to tell him to fuck off, but Keaston beats me to it. He wraps his arm around my chest from behind and tugs me backward. I’m pulled off balance and fall back against his chest.

My gaze doesn’t break away from Hawk’s and watching his eyes turn completely black at the sight of Keaston’s arm around me, it makes my entire body stiffen. His cheeks turn bright red and he takes a step toward us, his hands balled into fists at his sides.

“She ain’t yours, if she was, you’d have been seeing to her,” Keaston advises.

Hawk shakes his head once, slowly, too slowly. He takes another step forward, then another, before he leans forward, his gaze focused on mine. “Step aside, Avah,” he rasps.

“You don’t understand,” I say in a pleading tone.

“I don’t give a fuck, you can explain that shit to me when you’re done sucking my dick as your apology.”

“Hawk,” I snap at the same time Keaston growls.

There is a moment of silence while the two men stare one another down in their pissing contest of sorts. Rolling my eyes, I pull down on Keaston’s arm and he releases me, but I don’t make a move