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

There’s a moment of silence and he clears his throat. “Maybe. He’s got a couple guys that aren’t as connected as he is politically speaking. They keep the circle tight because there are some other political and police figureheads in there, but if I can get one of the guys who aren’t as well connected, maybe blackmail them somehow. Maybe, all just a maybe, I can get someone in with one of them, or something on them.”

Lifting my hand, I wrap my fingers around the back of my neck, squeezing as I think about Avah and her insistence that this fucker will get her. He will too, if I don’t figure out how to take him out, he will get her.

“Get working on a list of people, and gather whatever blackmail evidence we need, to get inside.”

I hear a commotion behind me and I turn my head, my eyes catching a glimpse of Trista and Avah walking out of the clubhouse. Frowning, I wonder why Avah isn’t where I left her and then my frown deepens when I see that she’s wearing a new fucking tank top, and no goddamn bra, yet again.

“Avah,” I bark.

Her head whips around and her eyes find mine. She doesn’t walk over to me, instead she faces me, crossing her arms just below her fantastic tits and arches a brow in my direction. Jesus Christ, she’s defiant. And holy fuck, do I want more.

Chapter Eighteen

AVAH

Hawk looks from me to Trista, then back to me. His eyes narrow and Trista pokes my back. “Girl, you better get your ass over there,” she whispers.

“Fuck that,” I snap. “I’m not his property.”

“I’m thinking he’s ready to change that,” Mountain announces from somewhere behind us.

I snort, not willing to get into that conversation again. Instead, I don’t look back at Mountain. I keep my gaze straight ahead and focused on the man who is growing angrier by the second, if his reddening face has anything to do with it.

“What are your plans? To stare at him all day? I’m hot and hungry, so I’m going to need to go sooner rather than later,” Trista announces, louder than she needs to.

Rolling my eyes, I shrug a shoulder, turning my head to look back at her. “Let’s get going then.”

“Shit,” she whispers.

Ignoring her trepidation, I walk past her and toward her car. I don’t get far. Maybe a step or two when a strong band wraps around my waist from behind and I’m hauled backward into a hard chest.

“May I help you?” I grind out.

Hawk’s lips touch the shell of my ear. “Baby, where the fuck do you think you’re going with your tits out like that?”

Looking down at my chest, I frown. The tank shows a little cleavage, but not much. Then, it dawns on me, it’s the fact that I’m braless. I almost laugh, but decide not to. Instead, I play dumb.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

He grunts, one of his hands sliding up my chest and his fingers grip my breast, squeezing me roughly. I bite the inside of my cheek, liking that way too much.

There is no way I’m going to moan right now, even as I clench my thighs together, it takes all that I have not to close my eyes and enjoy the way he’s gripping me.

“Put a bra on and get your ass back upstairs.”

I hum, not moving, but wanting nothing more than to pull away from him and stomp like a teenager. “Actually, no to both. I have a total of two outfits. I’m going to go shopping with Trista today.”

“Fuck,” he hisses.

“Unless you want to come with us?” I ask.

He lets out a grunt at the same time I smile, trying to imagine shopping with him. I would torture him, especially right now since he’s pissing me off.

“A couple of prospects will go with you,” he growls.

“Suits me just fine,” I quip.

He releases me and I take a step away from him, although I regret it immediately because I already miss his warm hard body, and his grip on my breast. There’s a long pause, a moment of complete silence where Trista looks from me to Hawk, then back to me and I can tell she doesn’t know what to say or do.

Hawk stomps away, I can hear his boots crunching in the hard dirt and rock as he makes his way back into the clubhouse.

“Girl, you are crazy,” she hisses. “Taz would lose his shit if I acted like that, especially in front of his brothers.”

My lips curve up into a grin and I arch a brow. “Difference is, I’m not his Old Lady. I’m just someone who is temporarily sleeping in his bed. I don’t have to bow down to him, here or anywhere else for that matter.”

“You’re fucking crazy,” Mountain announces before he saunters away.

I am fucking crazy, but I’m not about to let a man who doesn’t want to keep me control me. No way in hell. He wants to put a ring on, brand it, and put a baby inside of it, then we’ll talk. But as of right now, he has zero control over me.

A few moments later Hawk walks out of the clubhouse with three prospects at his back. I watch them all approach and his gaze flicks from me to Trista, then settles on me. His face is completely without humor, his anger simmering just below the surface and completely serious.

“These three go with you, you don’t go anywhere without them. You need to piss, they go into the goddamn bathroom and stand outside of the stall. You understand me?” he growls.

I momentarily think about giving him some kind of smart-ass answer as my reply, but decide against it, deciding that I’ve been enough of a problem this morning and I’m hungry just like Trista.

“I can do that, boss.”

“Boss?” he asks.

My lips curve up into a grin. “I can do that, daddy,” I purr.

Trista makes a