Hawk's Property: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

unpredictable. Her life had always been so well-manicured.
    Coming from a good family burdened her with having to keep up appearances. Her actions had to be thought out; she couldn’t bring shame and scandal to the family. Her cousin, Eric, who was like a brother to her, was a district court judge and was constantly reminding her that his position was an elected one. As such, the family name could never be tarnished.
    It was so tiresome, so predictable. She longed to do something a bit wild, on the dangerous side. She had the appearance of being a goody two-shoes, and she was, for the most part. But a smoldering darkness lay deep inside her. It was that part of her that held dark, erotic fantasies she could never verbalize. Sometimes, the urge to break free and give in to her lust was all-encompassing, and Cara had to will her inner demon to stay hidden under the layers of her good-girl persona.
    Meeting that biker at Rusty’s the previous Saturday night threw her for a curve. Of course, he was hot and sexy, every part of him oozing machismo. Looking at him with his long, dark hair, blue eyes, tattoos, earrings, and leather jacket made her heart race.
    The way she was attracted to the well-built biker scared the crap out of her. Cara had never reacted to a total stranger like that before. She’d convinced herself it was the alcohol, but the next day, and every day since, her skin tingled when she thought of him, when she remembered the way he kissed her, their close dance, and his arms around her.
    Crap, I’m getting turned-on just thinking of him, and at work, of all places. What the hell is the matter with me?
    The phone rang and Cara jumped out of her chair.
    “Your eleven o’clock clients are here. They’re early.” Asher’s lowered his voice to a whisper. “And they look badass scary.”
    Cara laughed. “Tell them to come in.”
    Heavy footsteps and jangling chains announced her clients’ entrance into her office. Cara had her back to them as she rifled through a filing cabinet. “Have a seat, gentlemen. I’m just pulling a file.” She swung around in her chair. Sitting in front of her were three leather-and-jean-clad men, all staring at her. The oldest leaned forward, saying, “I’m Banger. This here is Jax, and this is—”
    Cara knew who he was before Banger said his name. Hawk’s deep blue eyes bored into her, and his ebony black hair shined under the florescent lights.
    “Hawk,” Banger finished.
    “Nice to meet all of you.” She blushed when she glanced at Hawk. She couldn’t believe the sexy biker was in her office. She hoped he wasn’t the one who needed the legal help. Crap, this is awkward .
    Hawk didn’t say a word, his blue eyes fixed on her.
    “So, what seems to be the problem? Les didn’t give me too many details.” She turned her attention to Banger.
    “Well, I’ll be honest here. We don’t do business with bit—women. Les ain’t able to help us ’cause he got some medical shit goin’ on. He said you’re fuckin’ good, so we gotta go with you. But, you know, we don’t have bitches—oh, excuse me, I mean women—who do this shit, you know?”
    “Yeah,” Jax whispered to Hawk. “We only have bitches for pussy.” He elbowed Hawk. Both of them chuckled, Hawk’s eyes never leaving her face.
    Cara pretended she didn’t hear. She looked each one of them in the eye. “You don’t have to hire me. I won’t be offended. I have a full caseload and agreed to meet with you as a favor to Mr. Anderson. I can recommend some excellent male attorneys in the area.” She started flipping through her Rolodex.
    “Hold on there, pretty one. We didn’t say we didn’t want you. It’s just that we ain’t used to relating to women in this way, you know?”
    She looked at Jax, whose head bobbed in agreement. Hawk just sneered at her. Why in the hell don’t I just tell these chauvinistic assholes to get another attorney? You better appreciate what I’m doing for you, Les.
    “Just