Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
TAYA
Stepping out of my steam-filled bathroom, I secure the green towel around my body, before picking up a hair towel and wrapping my locks up off my body to dry.
Taking a seat on my white wooden chair at my matching vanity, I pull out my face and body creams. Using these helps keep my skin moisturized and protected as I am out in the sun all day.
Once I am finished with that, I pull the towel from my hair and brush it out, adding a side braid. I step over to my closet that I love, thanks to my besties who helped me design and organize it when my father and brother built this house for me.
It may not be as big as the main house, but it is perfect enough for me.
Since I am done for the day, I’ve decided that after my run in with Smoke two days ago, I need some me time. After the MC brothers left, my brothers were acting like teenage boys, ribbing on about what happened here when Smoke came after me.
Thinking of him makes my body warm. The way he played with me, making me come, and his voice when he is turned on is enough to make any woman climax. It turned deep, thick with lust.
Pulling an oversized T-shirt from the hanger, I pull on a pair of shorts that I cut up from a pair of old track pants after I got a stain on them one time. I slip my feet into a pair of fluffy socks; my feet are always cold.
I follow my mom, apparently.
Needing more coffee, I walk to my kitchen, food and coffee on my mind, as well as a sexy biker who knows how to please a woman.
When he told me that he has not had sex with anyone since we fucked in the storeroom at the bar, I was shocked, but I hid it well. Even in my inebriated state, I knew that he would probably go and have sex with someone else, but at that moment in time, I didn’t care.
All I wanted to do was feel him.
Shaking off images of Smoke, or Dustin as he told me to call him when we are together, I reach my kitchen and hit the button on my coffee machine. I’ve set up a little coffee station like the ones that you see on social media; I love seeing them, so I had to have one.
I may feed my pigs dead people, but I am still a girly girl at heart. Coffee, hot chocolate, and romance books and movies are the best. My standoffish exterior is a show for those who do not know me.
Coffee brewing, I call out, “Hey, Google. Play 90’s rock.”
I smile hearing “Under the Bridge” by the Red Hot Chili Peppers fill the speaker.
I dance and sway my hips to the music as I move around my kitchen. I get my evening meal ready, which I plan on eating while reading a good romance book with some wine, to help me relax and forget about the stupid thoughts that have been filling my head lately. I have started a very hot and sexy dark romance book about a man who stalks the woman he wants.
I shiver, thinking about what Smoke did to me when he followed me in here a few days ago. He commanded that I call him by his given name; he told me that I had to come on his fingers, and that I will let him make me come again and soon.
Some men back off when they get a hint of my attitude but not Smoke, no, I think it turns him on. Seeing the lust in his eyes when I smart off to him, when I fight back, makes me giddy inside; not that I would ever let him know that.
I love reading about a man who takes charge, and if I am being honest with myself, I like it in the bedroom also.
A knock on my front door pulls me from my thoughts of Smoke and me in the bedroom. Putting down the bowl in my hand, I step to the door. A tingle races up my spine as I close the distance.
Bracing myself to see who is on the other side, I tap my butt, checking that my cell is in the pocket. Opening the door, I roll my eyes seeing who is standing there with his slimy henchmen.
“Mr. Evander, to what do I owe this unwanted visit?” I lean on the door jamb, crossing my arms over my chest.
His smarmy eyes drop to my chest, but I hold firm, not giving away that I hate him looking at me.
“Miss Coyle, nice to see you, as always.”
“If you say so. What do you want? How did you get on the property, because you know that you are not permitted, right?” I pull out my cell and send an SOS text that alerts my family, plus Winston and Jesper.
Vincent Evander is a guy who was never told ‘no’ as a child, so he thinks that he can do as he pleases and gives no fucks who he walks over to get it. He believes that he has the right to do what he wants because he simply has money.
For the past two years, he has been trying to get us to sell our land to him, for some development shit that he wants to build.
“Why do you have to call in the dogs, Taya? I am only here to chat.” He smiles, reaching out to touch my bare arm.
I flinch back, glaring at him.
“You do not get to touch me. We have told you time and time again that we will not sell. You are wasting your time coming here. This is our land,” I state firmly.
One side of his lips tilts up in a smirk that I am sure he thinks gets him the ladies, but personally, I just do not see it. His men step forward, and I reach blindly for the rifle that I know is set to the side of the door.
Evander sees my movement and his hand comes up, signaling to his men to stop.
Pulling the weapon in front of me, I show that I am not fucking around.
“You know, you and I could be a good power couple. Me with my money.” He lowers his voice, leaning in slightly. “You with your money.” He winks.
“Back off. Leave.”
He smiles again, tugging on the sleeve of his jacket.
“I can give you the world, Taya sweetheart. We can fucking rule everything together; just say the word and it will be all yours.”
“Never will I give you anything willingly,” I smart off. “I have everything I could ever want, Vincent. Your money means nothing to me or my family. There is plenty other land that you could purchase; go and do that.”
“Did I say that I expect you to give it to me willingly?” He grins, and my blood runs cold.
With my fist tight at my side, he continues, “I always take what I want, Taya, and I will take you. When the time is right. This is the only warning you will get. There is nothing and no one that steps in my way and comes out intact; just remember that, sweetheart.”
Raising the rifle, I aim it at his head. His men step forward, but again, he stops them.
“She will not shoot me.” he gloats but a voice to my side startles even him.
“She might not, but I sure as fuck will.” I see Winston with a rifle aimed at Evander’s head, while Jesper has two handguns pointed at the two goons who came with him.
“Now, I suggest that you leave this land and stay the hell away from Taya. I am old, boy, so my trigger finger is not what it used to be; it can get real twitchy, if you get my drift.” I have never heard such an angry tone from Winston before.
There is a standoff, and my stomach tightens thinking of the many ways this scene can play out. I love Winston and Jesper, and I would never forgive myself if they got hurt defending me, even though I know that they would give their lives for my family, as we would them.
Bringing my own rifle up, I add to the mix, outnumbering them with guns.
“You are not wanted here, Mr. Evander. You should leave while you still can, because my pigs are always hungry late at night and I have no issues feeding them some scumbags who like to threaten women, especially their mama.”
He thinks for a second before nodding to his men, then he steps back with them, keeping his gaze firmly on me, which I hate. He makes my skin crawl.
One of his men opens the back car door for him, but before he climbs in, he gives me one last smile. Gah, I feel icky from that one look.
“Just remember what I said, Taya. Time is ticking down.”
I flip him off, lowering my gun.
We watch as he drives away, my body tight with anger and anxiety. He has never come to my house before, but he has tried breaching the main house, after which my brothers proceeded to beat the shit out of his men.
Once they are gone, I relax and sag against the door.
My heart is racing against my rib cage, my skin is damp with sweat and feels dirty all over again.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my body feeling heavy.
“Your father and brothers need to know about his threat, Taya honey,” Winston says, coming to stand next to me.
I am already nodding in agreement. One thing about this family is that we do not keep secrets.
“I really fucking hate that prick.” Jesper steps close. “You okay, honey?”
I nod and give him a brief smile.
“Yeah, I am good. Thanks for coming to my rescue. My heroes.” I try to joke but I can see they are having none of it.
I know that the threat is serious, because Vincent Evander is known for mistreating women. We know that one woman he was dating vanished after it was rumored that she went to the police with some information on his dealings, and because of that, women are too scared to come forward.
Both men stay with me until my father and brothers arrive back, and they are pissed to learn that Evander’s men broke our main gate, which is how they got onto the land. My father is enraged and threatens to go and hunt Evander down to make him pay, but we convince him to stay. We will fight another day.
Watching these men defend my honor is something that I will always hold dear to me. We may not all be blood, but we are a family, and that is what makes everything right on Coyle Farm.