UnWreck Me (Savage Beast MC Book 7), Hayley Faiman [best novels to read for beginners TXT] 📗

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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Men of Baseball Series—

Pitching for Amalie

Catching Maggie

Forced Play for Libby

Sweet Spot for Victoria

Russian Bratva Series —

Owned by the Badman

Seducing the Badman

Dancing for the Badman

Living for the Badman

Tempting the Badman

Protected by the Badman

Forever my Badman

Betrothed to the Badman

Chosen by the Badman

Bought by the Badman

Collared by the Badman

Notorious Devils MC —

Rough & Rowdy

Rough & Raw

Rough & Rugged

Rough & Ruthless

Rough & Ready

Rough & Rich

Rough & Real

Cash Bar Series —

Laced with Fear

Chased with Strength

Flamed with Courage

Blended with Pain

Twisted with Chaos

Mixed with trouble

SAVAGE BEAST MC —

UnScrew Me

UnBreak Me

UnChain Me

UnLeash Me

UnTouch Me

UnHinge Me

UnWreck Me

Unfit Hero Series —

CONVICT

HERO

FRAUD

KILLER

COWBOY

Zanetti Famiglia Series —

Becoming the Boss

Becoming his Mistress

Becoming his Possession

Becoming the Street Boss

Becoming the Hitman

Prophecy Sisters Series

Bride of the Traitor

Bride of the Sea

Bride of the Frontier

Bride of the Emperor - Spring 2021

Astor Family Series —

Hypocritically Yours

Esquire Black Duet Series –

DISCOVERY

APPEAL

Forbidden Love Series —

Personal Foul

Kinetic Energy

Standalone Titles

Royally Relinquished: A Modern Day Fairy Tale

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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