UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,56
lips curve up into a slow smile. “I’m always good, babe.”
Without another word, I walk out of the room, closing the door behind me. The clubhouse is quiet as I make my way through the hall, then the common bar. Glancing around, I look to see if there is anyone coherent, but there isn’t. Everyone in this room is passed the fuck out.
Leaving with a sigh, I go toward the preloaded truck, climbing inside and starting it with a grunt. The passenger seat is empty. I really hope that I don’t have to go and search for whoever is supposed to be coming with me.
The door slowly opens and I let out a sigh of relief as I sit up a little higher. He climbs inside, throwing his duffel in the small area behind us next to mine. Looking to the side, I frown at the man who is going with me.
“Eagle.”
He jerks his chin. His lips twitching. “It’ll be a good trip,” he murmurs.
I don’t reply. He is the last person I want to go anywhere with, especially being locked up in a truck with him for fucking days. Shifting the truck into drive, I press my foot against the gas pedal and we start on our journey from Arizona to New York.
We’re not even on the highway when Eagle starts to talk. “She’s pretty, wanna tell me exactly what you’re plannin’ on doing with her?” he asks.
I know that he’s talking about Leighton, but I don’t want to tell him anything. I don’t hate him, but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s the father to my kid. In my mind, that boy was always Jaguar’s, it didn’t matter that Eagle made Della his Old Lady, because the baby wasn’t mine.
Until he was.
Seeing him hold my child, it did something to me. It shouldn’t have. Della was always my friend, nothing more. But my child growing up without knowing I’m his father, I don’t know… it’s just something I’m going to have to cope and deal with—get over. But I’m not going to get over it today.
“She’s mine.”
LEIGHTON
After watching Mountain walk out of the bedroom, I try to go back to sleep. Instead of actually sleeping, I lay in bed for hours. I don’t know what today will bring, or any day really. It feels weird and I feel empty having Mountain gone.
Pressing my lips together, I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling. Why after only days, do I suddenly feel lonely? I’ve never really wanted or needed to be around people, my father cured me of that little issue early on.
But with Wilder, it’s different. I like being around him, even when he’s being a dick, which is often. I didn’t like that woman with him yesterday, but I can’t say that it surprised me. It didn’t. He’s in his forties, single, and part of an on the edge club.
He’s used to doing what he pleases, how he pleases, and answering to nobody. That probably won’t ever change. I have to decide if I can live with that. This will be a good break. This will be a good time for me to figure out exactly what I want, without Wilder’s ability to deliver awe-inspiring orgasms.
Once the sun rises and the room fills with light, only then do I force myself to get out of bed and shower. I dress in my new uniform of jean shorts, a tank top, and sandals.
Throwing my hair up in a ponytail, I don’t bother even putting on makeup. Mountain made it very clear that I wasn’t supposed to be going anywhere, so why waste the makeup? Making my way to the bar area, I slip off to the back where Mountain showed me there was a kitchen.
Wrinkling my nose, I smell some coffee brewing, but the scent has always made my stomach turn. Moving toward the fridge, I let out a sigh as I open it. Glancing around, I see beer and bottled water. When we went shopping, I grabbed some fresh-squeezed juice and I’m pretty disappointed that it’s still at the house and that I was unable to grab it.
“Their food and drink selection is crap. I bought myself a mini-fridge and keep it in the other room, away from all these men,” Pinkie announces from behind me.
Reaching for a water, I grab it and stand before I turn around to face her. She’s smiling, holding a cup of coffee to her lips as she watches