UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,110

that about me.”

“I’m about sick of these cunts and their obsession with wanting what isn’t theirs, including other dicks.”

“Don’t get too fuckin’ crazy about that,” Dutch mutters. “You’re taken. I am not. My cock is single and ready to mingle.”

I snort. “Want a go at it before it’s cold?” I ask, ignoring the gasp from Bianca.

“Nah, I find that bitches like her have the worst fucking pussy,” he announces.

She hisses, turning toward Dutch, but I can’t stop from laughing as I pull the trigger and end her right then and there. My contact screams as he watches his sister die. I turn my fun to him, but don’t pull the trigger right away.

“Why?” I demand. “Because of my stupid as fuck brother? Because of your whore sister? Really? You had to have known that I would come here and this would be the end result.”

He jerks his chin up, his gaze narrowing on me as he presses his lips together. I take a step toward him, pressing the cool metal of my gun's barrel against his forehead. He closes his eyes, waiting for his fate.

“Tell me,” I demand.

“Fuck the Beasts,” he sneers. “Fuck all of them.”

“See you in Hell,” I rasp before I end him as well.

There is a moment of silence. All three bodies are in a pile on the floor while Hawk, Dutch, and I look down at them.

“What do we do now?” Hawk asks.

“Fuck if I know,” I grunt. “We got a bunch of fucking product that we need to get to New York, ASAP, that’s all I fuckin’ know,” I grumble.

“This shit is getting ridiculous, we’re goin’ through suppliers more often than I change my fuckin’ underwear,” Dutch announces.

“Well that’s more information than I ever wanted to know and also a possible reason why you’re still fuckin’ single, brother,” I say.

He chuckles, the mood lifting for a moment. Hawk brought a pickup truck here, but I don’t know how we’re going to get the supply over the border without alerting authorities. This could end up really fucking badly if we get caught.

Personally, I’m not down on spending time in jail while Leighton has my baby without me being there. I want to be with her, work on our relationship and build our family together, not from a goddamn jail cell.

“Got any ideas on how we’re going to get this shit through?” I ask.

Hawk clears his throat. “Let me call Avah. She has a hookup,” he grumbles.

“Do I want to know.”

“A client.”

“What’s this going to cost?” I ask.

“Just my fuckin’ pride,” he grunts.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

LEIGHTON

Trista is taken away by a man whose eyes widened in surprise at the sight of her. I don’t know what that means, but I know without a doubt that she knew him somehow. The leader takes a step forward, shaking my father’s hand as his eyes roam over my body, never looking at my father directly.

“You want to give me that one, too?” he asks.

“She’s pregnant. I need to take care of that first, then she’s already been promised, bought, and paid for,” he announces.

The man, Riot, shrugs a shoulder. “Not sure I can just take one bitch as payment for my services. I think I need two,” he purrs as he licks his lips.

“She is pregnant and paid for, what do you not understand?” my father growls.

Riot finally shifts his attention from me to my father, his lip curling in disgust at the man standing next to me. I don’t blame him, even to the most hardened criminals, my father is an even bigger shit than they are.

“I understand plenty. I understand you want me to put my ass on the line, my men’s asses on the line and all for a pittance. I want more than one cunt,” Riot snarls.

I’m not even offended by the name he’s called me. I find this conversation very interesting between two complete assholes. Two obviously narcissistic pieces of shit. But the longer they stay here, in a standoff, the more apt I am to be discovered and saved.

It’s probably pathetic to hope for someone to save me, when I should be attempting to save myself, but right now, that’s my only hope. I need someone to save my life and my baby’s, that is, until I can find an opportunity to attempt my own escape.

“You’ll do what I require of you and you will accept the payment that I give you,” my father touts.

Shit.

I watch as rage fills Riot’s eyes. This isn’t going to end