UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,109
lips curving up into a smile. “Not so fucking tough these days, with only two men as your backup, are you?”
“So, you want to compare dicks, is that what this is? Or are you angry that I didn’t fuck your whore? I’m a little confused, did you want my cock inside your snatch? Is this some roundabout way to actually fuck me? I just don’t know what you want from this.”
He growls, his words completely gone. He’s still the same stupid bastard he was all those years ago. The difference is, now I’m a full-grown fucking man and he can’t best me. He couldn’t even if he tried.
“I want to see you die, little brother.”
“Why?” I ask.
I’m genuinely curious. He won’t see me die. It will be the other way around and honestly, I should have done it a long time ago. I should have never let him leave town, I should have ended him right then and there.
It is one of my few true regrets in life, one that I am going to rectify today. Waker is not going to make it out of this basement alive. I should have known that a contact from the old neighborhood, a guy I knew growing up, was a mistake to trust. I should have known, but the Beasts were in a bind.
“I always hated you,” he sneers.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I let out a laugh. “No fuckin’ shit,” I bark. “Didn’t feel much brotherly love for you, or coming from you, so that doesn’t surprise me. It also shouldn’t surprise you that I could give a fuck about you, Waker. I’d hoped you’d met your fate already, but it seems I’m going to have to help fate along.”
“Bring it on, little brother,” he growls.
It’s not even really worth it, but I do want this done. I also kinda want to know why he’s doing all of this, it seems really fucking pointless to me. I haven’t seen him in a few decades. I don’t get the anger and resentment. None of it.
“Before you die, I want to know why, Waker. The real reason. It’s not because I won’t fuck that whore at your side. There is something so much deeper to your hatred of me.”
He takes a step forward, his body tight in anticipation of the fight that is going to come. Except he doesn’t understand the man that I am today. He doesn’t get that, I won’t fight him with my fists, not when I can just end him quickly with a knife or a bullet. I have shit to do and a woman to get back to.
“Because you were a whiney little shit who always got what he wanted. I hated that.”
“I was a kid,” I point out.
Waker shrugs a shoulder, his bitch walks up to his side and grabs ahold of his arm, plastering herself against him, as if she is attempting to give him support. Instead, her gaze is focused on me. Dutch and Hawk have been quiet this entire time, but if I know them, they are prepared to end this shit just as much as I am.
“Don’t matter. Hated you the second you came outta your mamma’s pussy.”
My brother isn’t right, never has been. You can blame trauma from our childhood, you can blame a million different things, but the reality is that he’s always been wrong upstairs. He’s always been angry and he’s always been hateful to me and anyone else who crossed his path.
There is no reasoning with the unreasonable. I end him quickly, tugging my gun from my shoulder holster and pulling the trigger as I watch a small hole penetrate his forehead and blow his brains out behind him.
The bitch screams as his body falls to the floor, the contact, he doesn’t do shit except stare, because he knows he’s next. I don’t know how he thought this would end up any differently. Turning my weapon to the woman, I don’t pull the trigger immediately, instead I watch her for a moment.
“What’s your deal, Bianca?” I ask, lowering my weapon slightly.
Her eyes are narrowed as she looks at me with pure rage. She doesn’t say anything right away, then she spits on the ground at my feet. She straightens and takes a step toward me, then another, but stops when I lift my hand and press the barrel of my gun against her forehead.
“I want what I want the way that I want it. Waker knew that, he liked