UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,13
She quickly crawls toward me, slipping her palm in mine before I help her out of the back.
Once her feet are on the ground, she tilts her head back to look into my eyes. I expect her to say something, to plead for her life maybe, but she doesn’t. Instead, she just watches me for a moment, her eyes searching mine.
“I don’t know why, but I think you saved me, Mountain.”
I snort. “If you’re looking for a knight in shining armor, you’re lookin’ at the wrong man, babe.”
“No knight would ever want me. I’m looking at rough, scary, and savage. I know what I see when I look in your eyes, Mountain.”
Chapter Three
LEIGHTON
A motorcycle gang. Looking around, I shouldn’t be surprised that there are women and kids running around, men like this have families just as the men in my father’s sick circle had them as well.
Still, it’s strange to think that they kidnapped me, possibly killed my father, and did God knows what to those girls, then they come home and kiss their wives before hugging their children.
Something catches the corner of my eye. Slowly, I turn to look. There’s a beautiful blonde holding a little bundle in her arms. She’s curvy and does not look like she’s recently given birth, she’s a complete knockout. A tall man, covered head to toe in tattoos, slides his arm around her shoulders and smiles as he looks down into that bundle.
“Don’t get used to the faces you see around here. You won’t see them very often, never if I can help it.”
Spinning around, I tilt my head back to look into his eyes. “Why?” I chance asking.
Mountain dips his chin, his eyes searching my own. “This place ain’t for you, mi reina,” he rasps.
I frown but don’t ask him anything else.
“Gotta grab some shit, come with me?” He poses it like a question, but I know that it is anything but that. He’s not going to let me out of his sight for very long, he doesn’t know me, let alone trust me even an ounce.
Taking his hand, together we walk past the woman, man, and the baby. The woman calls out to him, but he just lifts his hand. I look back at her, expecting to see her eyes on him, but instead they’re focused on me and she doesn’t look happy.
The man next to her, his lips move, but hers press into a straight line. Then, Mountain guides us into a building and I lose sight of her. I don’t know what I expected, but a dirty bar wasn’t it at all. I wrinkle my nose at the smell that surrounds me. There’s music playing low in the background, and it looks like every biker bar I’ve ever seen on television.
I try to take in the room, but Mountain is moving far too quickly for me to be able to see much of anything. I do think that I see a flash of naked skin, but I can’t be sure. Mountain flings my body forward and into a small room.
A small filthy room.
“Oh gross, what’s that smell?” I ask.
He chuckles from behind me as he closes the door. Turning around, I pinch my nose closed as I attempt to breathe out of my mouth. For a guy so hot, he’s a fucking animal. “This is really gross, seriously, what is it?” I ask through my pinched nose.
“Who knows,” he says with a shrug as I watch him take a duffel bag out of the bottom of the closet and toss it on the bed.
I stand there, taking him in, wondering if I’m going to have to stay in here, and for how long? I’ll have to figure out how to clean it enough to find the stench. He laughs as he shoves some things in the bag. I watch as he throws the strap of the bag over his shoulder, hiking it up before he turns to me.
“Ready?”
“For?”
He grins, shaking his head a couple of times. “Home, Leighton.”
“Home?”
He nods once, taking a step toward me, then another before he closes the distance between us. He lifts his hand, wrapping his fingers around my wrist and tugs it down, forcing my fingers to leave my nose.
Then, before I can ask any more questions, before I can say another word, he leans down and touches his mouth to mine in a swift, hard kiss.
“Home,” he repeats.
“I think I’m confused,” I breathe, my legs a little shaky from the kiss.