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

“Hawk,” I whisper.

He shakes his head once. “You stay right here, baby.”

Biting the bottom of my lip, I wonder if I should ask him if he’s okay, then I decide he wouldn’t tell me anyway. Not here, not in front of his men. That’s something that I’ll have to ask later when we’re alone, and even then, he may not answer me.

“Let them watch,” Hawk announces loudly. “They need closure and that fuck of a brother deserves all of the pain then he’s going to get and Taylee deserves to watch if that’s what she wants.”

Looking back over my shoulder, I see that Taylee is giving Hawk a small smile. “I do. I need it,” she says.

“Then you’ll have it.”

Without another word, Hawk turns us around and he walks down the stairs, me still wrapped around him.

“We’ll do it right here in the entry. Worm and the other guy have already disabled the security,” he growls.

“We’re also working on doing a loop over of the tapes, that way nobody will be able to look back and tell that it’s us,” Worm shouts from somewhere in the house.

“Bring those fucks in,” Dragon shouts.

I remove myself from Hawk’s body, only because I want to look as if I’m strong and unbothered standing beside him, a queen beside her king, when they bring those fucks in here. Those goddamn assholes.

The guards are brought in first, then the senator and behind him the maid. My eyes connect with hers and I open my mouth to tell them to let her go when one of the men pushes her forward.

Taking a step toward them, I hold up my hand. “She’s just a maid, she’s harmless,” I call out.

Bones appears and he’s laughing softly when he does. “Babe, that’s the senator’s sister and personal assistant at his office.”

“What?” I breathe.

Her eyes flick up to me and I see it now, the evil that lurks behind her gaze. She had hidden it from me, and I can usually smell that shit a mile away. Damn. She’s good. She licks her lips, tilting her head to the side.

“Why did you unlock the door? Why did you let me out?”

She shrugs a shoulder. “I wanted to see you run and get caught. I know you said your man’s guys were coming, but the men that came in, they weren’t them. I thought they were the other bikers that had been in contact with Layne.”

“You wanted them to hurt me? To take me? To sell me?”

She hums. “I did. Edward has been obsessed with you for far too long. I wanted you gone and this was the perfect way. I was planning something else, but this way he would have never suspected me.”

“Why?” the senator shouts.

She growls. “Why?” she snaps. “You took my toy away from me.”

“Your toy?” he asks.

She hums. “I wanted to keep him and you just took him away.”

“He was being punished. You were being punished for not giving me what I demanded.”

“I thought she was a virgin. I didn’t know, she’s my little sister,” the guard cries out. “I thought she was kissing a lot of boys, going out on too many dates.”

The senator growls. “I wanted a virgin. I already had a whore in my grasp. I wanted a virgin.”

“Why?” Taylee asks.

The senator lifts his chin, his gaze finding hers and holding it. There is no soul behind his gaze, he looks like evil personified and he’s showing it all, the politician that is so good at masking his hatred and vile personality is now gone.

“Virgins are a lot more fucking entertainment when it comes to torture.”

HAWK

Goddamn, this fucker is sick as shit. You could hear a pin drop, the room is so quiet. Taylee doesn’t say anything, neither does anybody else, more than likely too disgusted with this man, with his words and ideas. I don’t have my gun, knife, or any of my shit with me other than the clothes that were on my back when I was dragged into this hellhole.

I want to stab this fuck. I want to skin him alive, all of them really. I want them gone, but I need them to suffer before they’re allowed to leave this world. Because fuck them and their sick, twisted bullshit.

Fuck.

Them.

“I need a knife and something long and thin, or not thin, don’t really give a fuck about that.”

Mountain lets out a chuckle, probably completely understanding exactly what I’m about to do. Bones grunts and jerks his chin to two of his men. I watch as they scurry farther into the house and disappear, probably on their way to the kitchen, hopefully.

“So, what were your plans with us when you had to go back to DC and do all of the shit that stuck up their ass politicians do?” I ask.

He shrugs a shoulder. “I have an apartment in the city. I have a private plane. If you think that I would have been caught, that having the three of you would have somehow impacted my life negatively, you fail to realize that I am untouchable.”

“Untouchable?”

He smirks. “Untouchable.”

When the men return from, I assume, the kitchen, they’re carrying a butcher knife and a broom. Nice. That’s exactly what I wanted. Walsh wanted to hold me captive, take my control away, and essentially fuck me, then he’s going to get all of those things paid back to him in full, plus more.

“Thanks,” I grunt, reaching for the knife handle. The Skull jerks his chin, then the one with the broom hands it to me, his lips curved up in a grin. “Strip them,” I demand.

Wordlessly, the men are stripped from their expensive clothes, all of them resisting, none of them winning. The maid is stripped naked as well. I stare at them in silence for a moment, my lips curving up into a grin at the idea that this will be their end, their demise.

They will all die, slowly and painfully. It won’t be enough penance