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

He’s willing to pay a lot more than I personally think she’s worth, but he’s desperate.”

“That shit’s done. She’s married, it’s fucking done,” I snap. “He tries to touch a hair on her head and I’ll skin him alive and I’ll fucking enjoy it,” I bark. “Every goddamn second of it.”

Walsh’s lips curve up into a grin. I’m panting and breathing heavily, my gaze flicks down to the girl who looks terrified by my outburst, before they shift back up to meet his. Walsh tugs the girl backward. She stumbles, but doesn’t fall before she’s able to stabilize herself.

“You’ll do nothing of the sort.” He chuckles. “You’ll do whatever I want because you’re the one in a cage and I’m the one who is free. It’s funny you think that you still have some sort of control over any of this. You fucked with what I wanted, and now you’re going to do whatever I want.”

“You stalked her for months. Why didn’t you just fucking take her when I wasn’t around, then?” I growl.

He’s quiet for a moment, pretending to contemplate my words. I’m under no illusion that he’s contemplating a damn fucking thing. Instead, he’s just playing mind games. Too goddamn bad that shit doesn’t work on me, never did and never will.

“You’re not going to blackmail me into this. We don’t deal in human trafficking and we sure as fuck do not deal with blackmail and threats. No fucking way, man. No. Fucking. Way.”

Walsh shrugs a shoulder, his eyes finding mine as he holds my gaze. “We’ll see. Everyone has a price. Every fucking one does. It’s either cash money or something else. Don’t worry, I’ll find yours, Orson. But for now, let’s have some fun with this new pet.”

Walsh turns around, tugging the woman over to the bed and demands she climbs onto the mattress. Her back is to me, her ass in perfect view. Then he instructs her to spread her thighs and bend over. Inwardly I groan, wishing I didn’t like sex so much, wishing that I didn’t find her so goddamn attractive.

“I’ll get her ready for you, then I’ll let you play.”

“No,” I grunt.

“You don’t have a choice, because if you don’t do what I say, I’ll use my cane on her.”

Blackmail.

Fucking shit.

AVAH

There’s a knock on the bedroom door and I run over to it. I didn’t sleep last night, not a single wink. I sat in Hawk’s bed, wearing his T-shirt and I alternated between crying and staring off into space, wondering if he was okay.

I feel weak.

I feel exactly like one of those weak women. In this moment, I’m the exact opposite of everything that I ever wanted to be in life.

The person on the other side of the door knocks again, but I’m too worn out to run and open it. I didn’t lock it the last time I came up here, I don’t know why, but I left it unlocked just in case Hawk appeared.

My phone rings and I immediately pick it up, not looking at the caller ID before answering it.

“Hello,” I say in a rush.

“Where are you?” Graham hisses. “They’re going to fire you for being a no-show.”

He doesn’t sound the least bit upset about that, and right now, I could give a fuck about my job. Work doesn’t matter, money doesn’t matter, nothing matters but Hawk.

“I quit,” I state.

I hear Graham’s voice, but I don’t bother listening to him, instead, I end the call and toss my phone to the side. I’m sure I’ve made a mistake. I could have made up some kind of emergency, a sick grandmother or something, but what’s the point? I’m not going back there anyway. I’m not leaving Orson.

The door slowly opens and I don’t know who I expect to see on the opposite side, but it isn’t Taz. He’s Trista’s husband and he’s good to her now, but first impressions are a bitch and we both gave one another really bad ones—equally.

“Yeah?” I ask.

He clears his throat, his gaze drifting down to his boots before he brings his eyes back up to meet mine. He shifts from side to side, then finally gathers the courage to speak. I don’t know what he’s about to say, but judging by the way he’s acting, it’s not something that I’m going to like.

“Just tell me,” I whisper.

He’s quiet for another moment, then he inhales a deep breath before he lets it out on an exhale. “It’s going to be longer than a couple of days. That place he’s staying, it’s completely locked down. They thought it was just a house in a neighborhood, but Worm did some digging and it’s under serious fucking surveillance.”

“There’s more, isn’t there?”

He nods his head, his chin jerking. “Not yet, which is fucking terrible. He and his men have stayed put all fucking night, but we lost communication with Hawk’s phone.”

“Which means?”

“Either he knows it’s being tracked or it’s just plain dead. Either way, if they move, we won’t know it, not unless we have eyes on him twenty-four seven.”

“So there are eyes on him?” I growl as I shift out of bed.

He shakes his head once. “Not yet. We can’t be seen, babe. Walsh can’t know we’re there.”

“Do you know how hard it is watching you guys circle jerk one another and not just walk up to that house demanding Hawk be released?”

Taz bursts out laughing, obviously finding my words fucking hilarious, but I am not kidding and I want to beat the shit out of him right now. Although, that’s kind of the norm for us. Eventually, he stops laughing and shoots a smirk in my direction.

“Trust us, babe. We got this and we’ll get him home soon. I just wanted to update you.”

I shake my head. “That was a non-update,” I inform him.

“If you even think about walking out of here, that prospect will be assigned to you, no fucking joke.”

Crossing my arms beneath my breasts, I look down at my bare feet and