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

shakes her head. “That’s rich,” she says as her laughter dies. “You calling me a whore, when that’s exactly what you are, too. It’s okay, hon. You can be in denial all you want, but if you truly want out of the life, Hawk isn’t the one for you. You’ll always be his whore, but Keaston wants a wife and a family.”

Without giving me the option to respond, though I’m not quite sure what I would even say, she turns and walks out of the room. I stand, staring after her in shock, the same way I stared after Hawk when he left the bedroom a few hours ago.

Shit.

Maybe the bitch is right.

HAWK

Fire rages throughout my whole body as I walk out of the clubhouse and into the cool, dark night. The music is starting to get louder at the bar, bodies are beginning to strip out of their clothes and I’m just so fucking pissed off that none of it goddamn matters.

“You ain’t up there with your girl,” a deep voice rumbles.

I don’t bother looking over my shoulder, I know who it is, it’s Mamba. Staying looking straight ahead, I can’t help but snort. Like the rest of the brothers, he’s around my age, but just like them, I don’t need relationship advice from him.

“Ain’t you supposed to be with your woman and her dude?”

Mamba grunts, but doesn’t respond to my words, at least not immediately. We both stay in our spots, me about ten feet in front of him and him leaning against the wall of the clubhouse. The moon is bright, too fucking bright, and it’s close to being full which means we need to strike soon. Those Puncher fucks, if they’re going to do anything, it’ll be during a full moon.

“They’re spending some one-on-one time together,” he mumbles.

At that, I turn around, arching my brow in surprise. He presses his lips together, tipping his chin to spit on the ground before he covers it up with dirt. Slowly, he lifts his gaze up to meet mine.

“Not that it’s your business, but we have three different things that happen. Them, her with me, and us.”

“Sounds like a lot of fuckin’ work.”

Mamba snorts. “You have no idea.”

“You workin’ on getting it good again.” His brows snap together. Shaking my head, I chuckle. “Brother, everyone knows shit wasn’t good for a while there. You can’t hide things from us.”

His eyes flash, then his lips turn up into a grin. “Neither can you, brother.”

“Yeah,” I agree.

“You claimin’ Avah, making it official?”

I shrug a shoulder, looking up at the moon again. The anger hasn’t left, it’s only just boiling instead of raging throughout my entire body. I don’t know if it will go away, and if it does, I’m not sure when.

“Yeah.”

Mamba pushes off of the wall, his steps slow and steady as he makes his way toward me. He stops just in front of me, his eyes blazing with something unreadable. There’s a moment of pause before he speaks.

“No, yeah, brother. You want her, you take her. Don’t fuck around with that one. She’ll turn around and she won’t look back. Aren’t you a little old to play that back and forth shit anyway?”

Pressing my lips together, I don’t answer him, at least not right away. I open my mouth to say something, but he just shakes his head. “Hawk. You fucked up with Savanna and Trista. That’s life, but don’t do that shit again, not when it looks like you feel a lot fucking more for Avah than you ever did for Sav.”

I start to respond when a woman’s voice calls out his name. “Mamba,” she cries. He turns his head and looks up and over his shoulder. It’s Maria, and she’s topless as she hangs out of the window. “Come on, we need you.”

I hear the hitch of his breath as he watches her. Then Gator’s head leans out from next to her. “C’mon brother, got her ass all primed for you.”

Mamba doesn’t even waste a second. He takes off like a fucking shot and I can’t help but chuckle at the sight of him practically sprinting to his woman and man. My laughter dies when I shift my gaze to the side and see Avah standing in the doorway.

She’s wearing a pair of too fucking short shorts and a tank top, I can also tell even from the distance that she’s not wearing a fucking bra.

Growling, I don’t move, afraid that I’ll take my anger out on her again. I was pissed at her, but I wasn’t that pissed at her. She was talking to my daughter, enjoying herself, but the fight with Dragon just sent me over the edge. Now, she’s just pissing me off all over again.

“You’re here because?” I ask, arching a brow.

She tilts her head to the side, her gaze searching mine. I watch as she licks her lips, noticing that all of her makeup is gone and her lips are no longer bright red. I liked the red, especially when they were wrapped around my cock.

“You’ve proven your point,” she announces as she starts to make her way toward me.

“My point?” I ask.

She nods her head, stopping directly in front of me. “Yeah, your point. You’re the big bad man, you punished me for disobeying you. I’m your whore, I won’t forget that. You brought Keaston here, fucked me in front of him, and supplied him with clubwhores to kill any illusions he once had about getting inside of me. I get it, Hawk.”

My entire torso jerks backward as if her words physically assaulted me. “You get it?” I ask, saying the words slowly.

Avah nods her head. “Yeah, I get it.”

“You’re my whore,” I rasp.

She hums. “Yeah, seems I am. Locked in your room, fucked the way you want it. Punished for breaking your rules and you just walk away when you’re done. Your whore.”

Lifting my hand, I reach out and wrap my fingers around the front of her throat. She