UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,31

her chin. “Okay. Well get whatever you want to eat and I’ll get what I want. When you’re home, I’ll make something you like,” she offers, her voice not hiding the tepidness or pain that I’ve caused.

Instead of letting her walk away from me, I reach for her hand, lacing my fingers with hers and tug her against my side before I slide my hand around her hip and grip her firmly. Together, side-by-side, we walk around the store.

She doesn’t ask me about my preferences and I watch as she puts a few more things into the cart, but not enough for a rabbit to live off of, let alone a person. She’s being fucking ridiculous, but when it comes to women and food, I definitely don’t know how to approach the subject.

“Oh hey, Mountain,” a woman’s voice calls.

I stop the cart, lifting my gaze and look up into the eyes of a girl who works at the local bank. Inwardly, I grimace. I knew that we would run into someone I’ve fucked, and this chick I have fucked multiple times. As in, regularly when I was feeling like getting away from the club.

“Hey, Shelby,” I mutter.

“Who’s your… friend?” she asks.

Lifting my hand, I release Leighton’s hip and run my fingers through my hair. I never really broke shit off with Shelby, just kind of stopped going to her place in the middle of the night for a lay. Stopped showing up with pizza and beer for food and a fuck.

“I’m Leighton,” she says, introducing herself as she shoves her hand forward.

Shelby takes her in, her body jerking slightly as she shakes Leighton’s hand. “Shelby,” she murmurs.

Her gaze flicks from Leighton to mine, then down to Leighton’s throat. I notice the way her eyes widen when she sees the mark at the base of her neck.

“Shopping together, for groceries,” she whispers under her breath.

“It’s good to see you, babe, you look good,” I say, trying to break the awkward silence and get us the fuck gone.

Shelby nods, her eyes widening as she turns her attention back to Leighton. “It’s good to see you too, to meet you,” she says, stumbling over her words.

Reaching out, I wrap my hand around Leighton’s wrist and tug her a couple of steps. Then I hear Shelby call out my name again. Stopping, I look back over my shoulder and I see her bottom lip tremble slightly.

“It’s good to see you,” she repeats, then she calls out, “Call me sometime?”

“Yeah,” I agree.

I don’t say anything else as I continue to walk away, Leighton’s wrist still in my grasp, that is until we turn the corner and she tugs her hand away from me. I almost ignore her and continue walking, but something inside of me forces me to stop and face her.

She’s pissed. I can see it in the red that’s creeping up her neck and into her cheeks. The way she presses her lips together and the way her eyes narrow as she places one fist on her hip and cocks that same hip to the side.

Fuck me, but if I could turn her around and fuck her against the bags of chips and sodas that line the shelves right now, I goddamn would. She’s sexy as shit when she’s pissed off at me, and jealous.

LEIGHTON

Fuck him.

Fuck. Him.

Deciding not to get into a fight in the middle of the local grocery store, I lean forward slightly, my eyes focused on his and not looking away.

“You’ll call her sometime?” I hiss, unable to control the jealous rage that flows throughout my entire body at the thought of him calling her.

He nods his head slowly, his lips curved up and a goddamn twinkle in his eye as if all of this is just fucking hilarious. He doesn’t even attempt to hide the smile on his face as he watches me, keeping me waiting for way too long.

“She’s a good girl. Yeah, I’ll call her if the need arises.”

“You’re an asshole,” I quip.

He chuckles, finding this all comical and I hate it. I hate how cruel men can be, how they don’t give a shit about women. We’re all toys to them, just a means to an end. A way to get their dicks wet and nothing more, a way to blow off steam and get their kinks fulfilled.

Turning away from him, I start to walk down the aisle. I don’t get far, maybe two steps before his hand wraps around the front of my throat from