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

to the side the way that Hawk demanded I do. Instead, I take a step up to him, too close for my own good, because his scent washes over me again.

“We’re all going to go into my apartment and we’re going to talk about what is going on,” I calmly explain.

I watch as a muscle jumps in Hawk’s cheek, but he doesn’t refuse. Without turning my head, I ask Keaston to grab my purse from his place.

Hawk’s gaze narrows and his eyes darken even more at the mention of my things in Keaston’s apartment, but I don’t really care about Hawk’s feelings right now. I just want this spectacle to be taken out of the hallway and behind closed doors so that I can explain everything to Hawk.

Once we’re inside my place, Keaston closes the door. The room is bathed in tension and silence, both make me supremely uncomfortable.

“What are you doing here?” I ask as I turn to Hawk.

He shakes his head, crossing his arms over his chest, but doesn’t answer immediately. He tilts his head to the side, his gaze never leaving mine as he just watches me, silently. It’s a bit unnerving and I press my lips together before I bite the inside of my cheek and wait for him to speak.

“I came here because you didn’t return my calls or my texts. I wanted to make sure you were okay, now I see you were busy being your normal whore self.”

I gasp at the same time Keaston growls somewhere behind me. Taking a step toward Hawk, I reach back, my palm slicing across the air and landing on his cheek with a crack that bounces off of the surrounding walls.

“Fuck you, Hawk,” I grind out. “Fuck you.”

“Been there, babe.”

“You better just walk the fuck out. You’re making a goddamn fool outta yourself,” Keaston mumbles.

Hawk’s eyes flick behind me, then come back down to meet my own gaze. He doesn’t say anything right away, his silence is deafening though and my legs start to tremble, threatening to give out on me for the third time today.

Keaston and Hawk are in yet another pissing match. I’m tempted not to tell Hawk anything, to force him to leave and walk away from me once and for all, but the thought of seeing his retreating form makes my heart squeeze in pain.

“I’m being stalked,” I blurt out.

Hawk’s entire body jerks, his head swings down and his eyes find mine. “What?” he shouts.

“I’m being threatened and stalked. Keaston figured it out a few days ago and he’s been protecting me.”

Keaston grunts behind me, obviously not happy that I admitted my problems to Hawk, probably wanting me to force him to leave, to walk away and never look back. I don’t know if I could sleep at night knowing that I did that to Hawk though, knowing that I didn’t tell him the truth.

HAWK

Anger immediately evaporates from my entire body in one single second. I stare at Avah in surprise. Stalked. Who the fuck would be stalking her? Shaking my head, I try to get the images of someone harming her out of my mind, I need to get the details of what the fuck is going on here and I need them without this jackass breathing down her neck.

“You can go,” I grumble, flicking my gaze from her to this fucker behind her.

He smirks, tilting his head to the side and shakes it once in denial. “Don’t think I will,” he drawls.

Avah sucks in a breath, sinking her teeth in her bottom lip, then slowly turns around to face the fucker. I watch as she walks up to him, lifts her hand and places her palm against his chest as she tilts her head back to look up into his eyes.

“Keaston, I need to talk to Hawk and it’s obvious we can’t do much talking all together this way.”

The fucker looks at me, then smiles softly as he shifts his gaze down to meet hers. My entire body tenses as he lifts his hand and curves his fingers around the side of her throat.

“Yeah, babe. You come on over when you’re done, okay?”

She nods her head, but doesn’t verbally agree, the only reason I don’t absolutely beat the goddamn shit out of him right here in her living room. His hand falls from her neck, but not before he jerks his chin toward me and gives me an eat-shit grin. I watch as he spins around and walks out of the room.

Avah flips the door locked as soon as he’s out of the room, then spins around and her heated gaze meets mine. I know when she wants to fuck and there’s no doubt, she’s pissed off at me, but beneath her layer of pissed is a layer of desire and I smile just thinking about being inside of her soon.

“He callin’ you babe for a reason?” I ask, keeping my voice low.

She rolls her eyes to the ceiling, then brings her gaze back to meet mine. “Hawk, why are you really here?”

“I told you. Called you several times, you never answered or returned my calls or texts.”

“I’ve been stressed,” she rasps. “I honestly haven’t even looked at my personal phone much the past few days.”

Nodding my head, I dip my chin, my gaze finding hers and holding it. Those green eyes, fuck me, but I’ve missed them, I’ve missed everything about her. Every goddamn thing.

“Come here, Avah,” I softly demand.

She shakes her head. “We need to talk, Hawk, and then you’re going to leave.”

I let out a snort. “Honey, if you think I’m leaving you here, letting you walk into another man’s arms and bed, you’ve lost your goddamn mind.”

“He’s who I want,” she lies.

“Bull’s ass, Avah.”

She bites the inside of her cheek as she watches me, her lies consuming her. I’m not stupid. He wants her, but nothing about her body language or the way she looked at him suggested she wanted anything to do with him.

“I’m not