UNWRECK ME
SAVAGE BEAST MC 7
Hayley Faiman
Hayley Faiman Books, LLC
Contents
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Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Epilogue
UnBind Me
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Epilogue
About the Author
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Prologue
AVAH
THREE YEARS AGO
Glancing at the man across the bar, I wonder if this could be something more than just a one-night stand? He’s really hot. Like hot-hot. I smile shyly, then turn back to my drink and take a long sip from the mini-straw.
I feel the presence of a body sliding into the stool next to mine. I count to myself before I look over at him. One. Two. Three. Four. Slowly, I turn my head to the side and lift my gaze to meet his. It’s the hottie from across the bar and he’s looking directly into my eyes. He’s even sexier up close.
“I’m Layne,” he says, introducing himself and offering his hand.
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I reach out and slip my palm in his. He shakes my hand once, his gaze searching mine before he leans forward, his grip still very much grasping my palm tightly. His lips brush my cheek, then rest against my ear before he starts to speak.
“Want to go upstairs?”
My breath hitches. I’m at a nice hotel, a really nice one, and I can barely afford the one drink I bought myself. I’m broke, and not just a little bit either. My father kicked me out the day I turned eighteen. He would have done it earlier if he wasn’t so afraid that someone from the government would have come after him. He hated me, always has and I’m sure always will.
Layne shifts back, then brings the hand that he’s still holding up to his mouth and my breath hitches when his lips glide over my knuckles. His eyes don’t look away from me. His lips turn up into a smirk and his eyes widen in question.
“Okay,” I say with a small nod.
What I want to say is hell yes, I want to jump up and down, not just because I think that this guy is hot, but mostly because it’s a warm place to stay for the night and a hot shower in the morning.
That’s another thing, I’m homeless.
I’m not just a little homeless, like I couch surf and have lots of friends’ places to stay at, I don’t. I’ve never really had girlfriends, so when my dad told me to leave, I grabbed my clothes and climbed into my ten-year-old VW Passat and drove away, never to look back again.
I drove all the way to Los Angeles. I don’t know what I thought I was going to do here. If I imagined myself as anything but stupid, young, and broke, but I came anyway. I never wanted to be an actress or singer like most girls my age who run off to California.
I just want to live.
I want to survive.
Layne slips off of the chair and holds his hand out for me. I follow behind him, noticing that he’s wearing expensive clothes and shoes, really expensive. Though that should not surprise me, this is a very posh hotel.
It still surprises me that this man, in all of his expensive glory would want anything to do with me. There has to be a line of women waiting next to his bed.
Then there’s the fact that I’m honestly shocked that I haven’t been kicked out of this hotel yet, because it’s painfully obvious that I cannot afford to be a guest here, just simply at first glance.
I don’t miss the looks that we receive as we make our way into the elevator car and then as we walk down the hallway to his room. I feel as though everybody knows exactly who and what I am.
He slips his key card into the little door slot and when it beeps, showing the green light, he pushes the handle down and pushes the door open.
Following him into the room, I don’t stop and wait at the entrance. Instead, I’m drawn to the floor-to-ceiling windows that look out at the city. The lights glitter all around us. I let out a sigh, wishing that I could be one of those people living in any one of the glittery lit apartments.
I don’t jump when I feel Layne’s warm palm touch my shoulder, my breath hitches as I wait for what is to come. I expect him to kiss my neck, maybe begin to seduce me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he takes a step back and curiously I turn around to look at him.
“Now tell me why you were really in that bar, Avah,” he coos.
Pressing my lips together, my eyes widen and I shake my head. “Just enjoying a drink,” I lie.
He chuckles. “Maybe after you’ve serviced me, you’ll be a bit
