UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,102

in its way. She nods her head once. “Yeah, let’s do that.” She turns her head to look over at me, that same smile planted on her lips and I wonder if it’s just permanently placed there because she’s so damn happy?

“I’m Trista, by the way,” she says.

“Leighton,” I reply.

She nods her head once, her eyes flicking down to my belly. “Yeah, I know. Your presence has made quite a stir, it’s been a nice distraction.”

“Distraction?” I ask.

She nods her head once, then grunts. “Yeah. My dad ran off to California with my best friend, anyone would need a distraction from that.”

“Your best friend and your dad?”

She wrinkles her nose and nods her head. “I’m trying really fucking hard not to think about it, but I have no idea what they’re doing and most importantly, I don’t want to know.”

“Babe,” Taz grunts.

“It’s gross. I don’t want to think about it, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t know what they’re doing,” she snaps.

I can’t help but giggle. They both turn to look at me and shake their heads. “Okay, let’s get Leighton taken care of,” she offers.

“Yeah,” Taz grunts as he stands to his feet. “Let’s do that.”

Trista rolls her eyes and I gather Wilder’s card, shoving it in my back pocket before I follow behind them. I hope that I’m not making some big mistake by trusting them and leaving with them. It’s suddenly occurring to me that maybe I shouldn’t trust them. Just because he wears a matching cut as Mountain, doesn’t mean that he’s automatically a good person.

“You okay?” Trista asks as she looks back at me.

They’re walking toward a car and it surprises me that they have a car and not a pickup truck. “Weird to see a car here, right? It’s mine,” she says as her lips turn up into a smile. “It’s more room than a pickup anyway and easier to get in and out of.”

Nodding my head, I make my way toward the back seat, tugging on the handle before I sink down into the seat. I let out a sigh, annoyed that I’m already getting winded at doing such minimal tasks and I know it’s only going to get worse.

Taz sinks down into the driver’s seat and starts the engine. Thankfully, he blasts the air conditioning on cold for me. Belting myself into the seat, I lean back and close my eyes. The drive doesn’t take long. Looking out the side of the window, I smile as the little old house comes into view.

“This house has a lot of potential,” Trista whispers.

Nodding, I try not to get my hopes completely up, but it’s really hard not to do. I have wanted nothing more since he took me from my father’s house than to create one with him, with Wilder, with this stranger that I know I should not feel as deeply for as I do so quickly—but that’s the reality I’m in or maybe it’s my fantasy.

“It really does.”

“You know he won’t be back for at least a couple of weeks…” she says, her words hanging.

“No,” Taz grunts. “No fuckin’ way.”

Trista turns around, her smile huge. “We get the Old Ladies together, get some of the men on the outside, we could make this a home in like a snap.”

I blink, my lips curving up into my own smile. “You think?” I ask.

“I know,” she says, confirming with a nod. “Let’s do it.”

My gaze flicks from hers to Taz, who is frowning, then back to hers. “Okay,” I whisper.

“Hell. Yes.”

“You need to finish picking out shit for our house,” he grumbles.

“Two birds. One stone, babe.”

I watch as he leans his head back against the headrest and lets out a long sigh. “Fine, fuck it,” he mumbles.

MOUNTAIN

The ride to LA is long, hot, and fucking tiring. Dutch falls in behind me and although I don’t particularly like the man, I know that he’s a good one to have at my back, especially in the unknown situation we’re headed in.

We pull into the hotel parking lot late at night, knowing that we won’t hook up with Hawk until morning. He’s been on his own fucking mission, and I haven’t talked to him much, but I know he’s been feeding information to Worm for months on who has been purchasing these girls, and in turn, we’ve been able to rid this world of dozens of abusers.

Walking into the hotel room, I toss my bag on the bed and sink down on the edge with a