Page 14 of Emily's Essence

She woke up from a nightmare twice during the night but settled when he pulled her against him and whispered to her.

When morning came, he was wiped out from lack of sleep and the lust that had grown with her being so close and unable to take care of it.

He got grumpier when they took off with her arms around his waist. He needed to get her to Striker so he didn’t have to deal with her anymore, or at least until he got his emotions under control.

Chapter Six

Emily looked around when they pulled in through large gray metal gates. There were at least a dozen huge men standing around, and they all turned to her and stared, making her feel self-conscious and scared.

“Come on, Emily, get off,” Hawk said with a hand out to her.

She took it and slid off the bike. She locked her knees to keep from falling to the ground. They had only stopped once, so she was feeling especially sore. It seemed the closer they got to the MC, the grumpier Hawk got. Hell, he’d actually gotten out of bed growly.

She noticed his men didn’t question him and were quieter than normal. She wondered if something had happened and they hadn’t told her, but she wasn’t about to question any of them.

Hawk grabbed hold of her upper arm and started pulling her around the back of the big building. She dug in her heels. “Hawk, stop. I can walk on my own. You don’t have to drag me everywhere.”

She couldn’t decipher the look he was giving her before tightening his grip on her and dragging her again. She rolled her eyes and tried to keep up. He pulled her in the back door and into a huge, wonderful kitchen. Several women were standing around making something.

Hawk released her. “Kristina, I want you to meet Emily.”

“Oh, no, what happened to you?” the woman said and gently squeezed her forearm.

“A few guys attacked me.”

Another woman walked over. “What happened to the guys?”

“Hawk and his men took care of them.”

“I hope you cut them to pieces,” another woman said.

Hawk snorted. “Still bloodthirsty, I see, Willow.”

“Did they deserve it?” Willow asked.

Hawk nodded.

“Then you took care of them?”

“Yes. They’re in Hell where they’re supposed to be.”

“Good,” another woman said and walked over. “I’m Meg. I’m Feral’s woman.”

“My name is Kristina, and I’m Striker’s.” She pointed at the other women. “That’s Alicia, Charlie, and Willow. They also belong to men, but I can tell you’re hazy right now.”

The back door opened, several men walked in, and the room erupted with happy male voices and thumps.

“Hey, it’s good to see you, man,” Hawk said.

Emily watched him greet everyone by pounding each other on the back. It could be considered a hug. Maybe it was an MC hug. She could tell they all really liked each other.

Hawk waved her over. “Striker, this is Emily, the woman I told you about. I’m hoping you have a place for her here.”

It was really hard to look the man in the eye. They all were terrifying, but some more than others.

“I’ll talk to Kris, but I don’t see a problem.”

Kristina walked over and stood next to the man. Emily was surprised to see the guy soften and actually smile.

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