UNWRECK ME SAVAGE BEAST MC 7 Hayley Faiman Hayley Faiman Books, LLC Contents Also by Hayley Faiman Stay Connected 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 Also by Hayley Faiman 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 Stay Connected Website: http://hayleyfaiman.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorhayleyfaiman Facebook Reader Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/433234647091715/ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/10735805.Hayley_Faiman Signup for my Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/b5a_1v 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
