Saving Mia by Michelle Woods Read Free Book Online

woman. With her button up shirts that covered every inch of her except for a tiny patch of skin revealed at her neck where the top button was undone. That bit of skin made him want to undo more of those buttons. To kiss every inch of her as it was revealed.
    Fuck. Yep, he needed to get laid if he was having fantasies about a tiny millimeter of skin. Stepping back a few inches trying to force himself to walk away he heard the crunch of gravel under boots. Turning he saw Tiny and Rock walking to them with the little dipshit behind them. Fuck, he really hoped that asshat didn’t fuck with him in the mood he was in.
    “Is there a problem here, Hilmia?” The little weasel demanded.
    Hilmia? He wondered why if that was her name she’d told him it was Mia. Maybe she didn’t feel he was worthy of her name, he thought. Clenching his teeth. Fuck, he was off his game today. He glared at her as she shook her head looking rattled.
    “No, we were just discussing lowering the price for the damaged goods.” Ratchet said feeling the need to protect her even as he wanted to demand the reason she hadn’t given him her real name.
    “Were ya now?” Tiny asked looking at him in surprise. Tiny knew as well as he did that if there was damaged goods in those crates then the Red Devils were not the ones responsible. They always checked the shipments before they left, every single crate. Because they knew that it would be like this every time they brought food to the plant the idiots had tried this bullshit with rotten food. 
    Rock glanced at him with a raised brow. Silently asking him what he was up to. He only shook his head and stared at Mia again. He liked that name better than Hilmia anyway and he definitely liked that the little prick didn’t call her by the shortened version of her name, he thought savagely.
    He glanced at Tiny seeing that the man was watching him in that weird way he had that always unnerved him. He glanced away from the other man back at Mia before saying.
    “Seems there are some bad apples in the crates somehow. So we were discussing the discount. I told her the most we’d give off was a thousand credits. She wants two. Told her it wasn’t happening.” Ratchet told them. Seeing that Mia looked shocked. He almost smiled at the startled look on her face when she met his eyes with her own. He knew that his irrational need to protect this woman was going to cost him a shit ton of credits, but he wasn’t able to stop his mouth from moving.
    “You don’t say. Bad apples, huh.” Tiny said looking from him to Mia in a move that made him look like a fucking chicken.
    Ratchet wanted to hit the bastard upside his head, but refrained.
    “Yep.” He gritted out.
    “Well then. Suppose that will have to be brought up at church.” Tiny said, making Ratchet nod. Yeah, he was going to have to pay the fucking credits back. He’d already known that before the man had mentioned it.
    “Yeah, Hilmia and I discussed it and now we are giving them that thousand credit discount. We finally came to an agreement. Didn’t we?”
    Mia watched Ratchet. She was so surprised that the man had agreed to give her credits off the food they’d brought that she stood dumbfounded for a moment. Then she realized that she needed to say something. She also realized when she gawked at the hard muscular biker that he wasn’t just asking about the credits. He was asking about the agreement that she stay out of any future issues with the other two men nearly beating a man to death.
    Nodding her head as she answered them, feeling a bit stalked still from the look in the Ratchet’s eyes. “Yes.” She managed to squeak out.
    “Well then. Guess you need some of this back then.” The man who’d gotten the payment earlier shook the bag that she’d given him when they’d arrived with the goods. “Let’s conduct this business in the office then.”
    She followed him in the direction of the office. She nervously considered Hilconn who was