UnWreck Me (Savage Beast MC Book 7) by Hayley Faiman (lightweight ebook reader .txt) 📕

His lips curve up into a real grin and he lets out a chuckle. “We don’t have one. Worm said the security is without a doubt tight. We didn’t even know this place existed. We thought all he had was a place in DC and LA.”

“Fuck,” I hiss.

He nods his head. “So, we need to do recon. It could take a few days, maybe even a couple of weeks, I need to know that you’re going to sit tight while we do this. Don’t do any crazy shit, yeah?”

Pressing my lips together, I release them then bite the inside of my cheek. I want to tell Dragon and the rest of these men to go and fuck themselves, but I don’t. Instead, I just silently nod.

“Okay,” I whisper.

“You don’t, I’ll put a goddamn guard on you. He’ll watch you shit if he has to, Avah. I am not fucking around with this. You’re my responsibility, you’re Hawk’s and I know you ain’t branded, but you’re his. However, something happens to you, I can’t send anyone in to save you. You might be in his bed, but you are not branded.”

His words hit me straight in the gut, they’re a punch that instantly takes my breath away. Nodding, I try not to cry. Instead, I continue to nod, my head moving rapidly up and down, unable to stop the movement.

“We will get him back, Avah, and when we do, the senator will no longer be a problem, okay?” Dragon says.

Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I inhale a deep breath, then let it out. “Okay,” I exhale.

“Go back up to your room, do you need that guard?”

I think about a stranger watching me poop and my nose wrinkles. “No thanks,” I whisper.

His lips twitch into a grin and he gives me a wink. “Okay, babe.”

Chapter Twenty-One

HAWK

True to his word, a few hours later that crazy fuck, Walsh walks into the dungeon with a woman. She’s a pretty little thing, obviously young and completely fucking naked, wearing nothing except a collar around her neck with a black leash clipped to the center.

I’m not sure if I should be turned on or disgusted. My cock twitches at the sight of her completely nude body, but inside I’m disgusted, mainly because I’m fairly fucking certain that this girl is not here by choice.

My body betrays me as I continue to watch her walk behind Walsh, her tits gently swaying with each step that she takes, the way her ass moves as he shifts her around, walking her in a full circle like she’s a show animal and I’m a judge.

“Better than the trash that you have in your clubhouse, no?” he asks, stopping her directly in front of my cell.

Her head is tipped down in a subservient stance, but I can see the way her chest rises and falls with her quick breaths. She’s either scared or turned on, and I have a feeling it’s the first rather than the latter.

I don’t answer him, because he wants praise and he won’t get it. Sure, she’s beautiful as most women are, but she’s here against her will and I’m not into raping women. I fully consider anything that happens to her rape if she’s been bought and paid for like she’s inhuman.

“Look up at him,” he growls, pulling at her neck in one hard tug.

She lifts her head, her eyes finding mine and I keep my face impassive as I watch her through the cage. She’s pretty. Probably around Avah’s age. Her face is bare of makeup, but she doesn’t need it. Her eyes are big and blue, her lips pink and full.

“She’s new,” he informs me, as though I give a fuck. “Soon she’ll have a body like Avah’s, probably better. I’ve decided I want a blonde Barbie with this one. The doctor will be by in a few days to examine her and come up with a surgical plan. It will take a while until perfection is achieved, but it will be worth it. Want to know why it will be a few days before the doctor arrives?” he asks.

I don’t answer him, knowing that he’ll continue speaking, because he’s the kind of man who wants to hear his own voice. He thinks of himself as important, he thinks of himself as special, he just generally thinks of himself all the time.

“Avah will be here by then and I can kill two birds with one stone, because she has really fucking let herself go since Layne’s untimely demise.”

I’m unable to control my reaction to his words. A growl forms deep in my throat and I watch as that fuck’s eyes light up at the sound. He wants to make me pay for protecting her, for wanting to keep her. He won’t win. He thinks that he is smarter than me, that he’s more powerful than the Beasts and he’s not.

What he is, is cocky. That doesn’t typically work out in the end, the cocky fuckers who think they’re untouchable, those are the ones that fall the hardest. And Edward Walsh will fall, by my hand.

“We could have a good thing, your club and me. I know you realize that this, here,” he says, tilting his head to the side. “I have men that want this, that need it. My circle is small, but the reach is wide. I know clubs have these deals and I’m willing to bring this lucrative opportunity to you, Orson.”

Clenching my teeth together, I gnash them a few times as I attempt to calm myself. “You think that kidnapping my woman, raping her in front of me, hurting her, and eventually killing her will make me want to work with you?” I ask through my gritted teeth.

He snorts. “I think that the fact that I won’t do that to the lovely Tristiana will be enough to be an incentive. I have a man who still wants her.