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

Lifting my head, I inhale a slow breath and attempt to gather my wits and my strength that I had lost earlier. The guard smirks. Reaching out, he circles my nipple with his index finger, licking his lips, he lets out a small chuckle.

“When he is done with you, I’m going to have my fun,” he rasps. “I’ve been watching you for months, for a couple of years really, and I bet you’ll be exactly what I imagined.”

I don’t react at all whatsoever. I can’t. I need to keep a cool head and he can say whatever he wants, but Walsh won’t let any of what he is saying come true. He’ll kill me first. So it doesn’t matter, his words mean absolutely nothing.

When I don’t give him the reaction that he wants, he grunts, turns around and starts to stomp away. I follow behind him, keeping my breathing calm and even with each step that I take. I cannot panic, I cannot do anything that will put Hawk or his men in jeopardy.

He walks me toward a door and pushes it open as he takes a step down and to the side. “After you,” he murmurs.

Lifting my chin in the air, I grip my hands tighter and prepare to find a place to put this damn device. Completely naked, I walk down the staircase, down into a basement, and I know that this is his dungeon.

It’s everything that I thought it would be. Standing to the side, I put my hands behind my back at the bottom of the stairs, not ready to look around yet, I place the device at the end of the staircase as I wait. Thankful that one of the sides has sticky stuff on it and my sweat hasn’t completely fucked it up.

“Knees,” the senator’s voice rings out, seeming to bounce off of the concrete walls around us.

The guard next to me wraps his hand around my bicep and quickly drags me forward, stopping me abruptly before he places his palms against my shoulders and forces my knees to bend and I slam hard against the concrete flooring.

Tipping my chin, I don’t bother looking anywhere in the room. There is no point to it, I have a feeling that I’ll be well acquainted with this space shortly. There is an animalistic growl to my right and my head jerks, whipping to the side before my breath leaves me in a whoosh.

Hawk is right there.

He’s right here.

He’s in his jeans and T-shirt, his cut somewhere else, his feet bare and his face set hard as he stares at me. He shakes his head once, disappointment crosses his features. I wish that I could tell him why I’m there. I wish that I could say anything, but I can’t.

The senator’s fingers grip the back of my hair and force me to shift my focus from Hawk to him. Tears prick my eyes at the instant pain that slides throughout my entire scalp. Inhaling a sharp breath, I don’t allow those tears to fall. Not now, not ever—not for him.

“You’re mine now, whore. See that bag of flesh behind me?” he growls, then pulls my head to the side.

My eyes flick down and focus on the naked woman in the middle of the bed, her legs spread wide, cum leaking from her ass and her pussy. The flesh of her backside bright red from being struck. Yeah, I fucking see her.

“She’s the blonde to your black. You’ll both be sculpted, shaped, and created to please me. And that man behind bars that you’re so enamored with? He’s going to watch every little thing that I do to you, meanwhile, he’ll be doing whatever I say to the blonde, and you’ll be watching that. It’s going to be such a beautiful thing to watch both of you break. The blonde is already broken, but the two of you still have so much left inside of you. It’s going to be magnificent, Avah.”

Senator Walsh obviously has zero clue of the woman that I am. He has no idea that I was broken a long time ago. He doesn’t realize that my father was the first man to break me, Layne the second, and every other man after that has chipped away at what I had left.

Hawk is the only man that could have brought me back, that started to put me back together without even trying to.

HAWK

Truly, I didn’t think that I had much of a heart left for anything or anyone other than Trista. Apparently, I do and Avah holds the small piece that I have left unoccupied by Trista. That is, if the ache in my chest is any indication.

Walsh picks her up by the grip he has in her hair, and I’m unable to stop the low growl that vibrates deep inside of me. He turns her body toward me, holding her out to me. She’s not crying, my woman is strong as fuck, but she looks terrified and I can’t blame her, not at all.

“Take a good look. Next time you see one another, we’re going to have some fun.”

Before I can respond, he pulls her backward and she lets out the slightest whimper of pain. Otherwise, her face is set firmly, her eyes wide, but not a single tear has fallen. He continues to drag her backward and the two of them disappear.

The goon that brought Avah down here naked follows behind them, but the statuesque one against the wall doesn’t move, at least not right away. Sinking down to the hard floor again, I bury my face in my hands for just long enough to calm my breathing down.

When I’m breathing regularly again, only then do I lift my head and look around the room. The poor girl is still face down and staring blankly in front of her. The goon has his attention focused on the girl and nowhere else. I wonder if he’s into her, I wonder