UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,57
me.
“I just went to the store before we came here. The fridge at Mountain’s is completely stocked,” I announce.
Her eyes widen and her lips curve up into a grin. “I would say let’s go ransack it, because I’m assuming a girl like you picked some good fresh shit, but I’m not lookin’ to lose my home here or anything.”
“Lose your home?” I ask.
She shakes her head once before taking another sip of coffee. “Mountain was very clear that you’re to stay here. He’d pitch a fit if we went on a joy ride for fruit and veggies.”
I nod my head slowly, she’s probably right. Taking a sip of water, I watch her for a moment. She grabs a carton of eggs from the fridge, then goes about making an omelet. Turning from her, I walk over to the counter and hop up on it, taking another drink from the water.
“You’re a fuckin’ mess, girlie. You want to explain how you got so marked up?” a man’s voice booms.
Lifting my head, I blink at the sight of the man from the night before. Bones. The one from a different club, the one Mountain was talking to when he brought back dinner last night. Pinkie sucks in a breath, spinning around, her eyes flick down to my cheek and then they widen as her lips part.
“It’s not really your business, now is it?” I snap.
He chuckles, taking a step toward me. His slow approach, his almost animalistic movement, should frighten me, but it doesn’t. I don’t know if it’s because Pinkie is here, or if this man just doesn’t scare me.
Maybe it’s because Mountain said that I was safe here, that nothing would happen to me as long as his men were around. I’m not sure and as much as I know that I should be terrified, I’m just not.
“It’s not. But since I’ve known and been around girls with your background for years, I’m thinkin’ you should probably tell someone why you look like you went ten rounds with your man last night.”
Pinkie takes a step toward me, and I think that she’s going to come to my side, but she doesn’t. Instead, she stops right next to Bones. She’s holding a spatula in her hand, wearing a very concerned expression.
“You caught me,” I whisper. They both lean in slightly. “I made Mountain beat the shit out of me before he left,” I quip as I jump down from the counter.
Pinkie snorts as she just shakes her head, probably knowing that it’s a big freaking lie. Bones doesn’t laugh, his lips don’t even twitch. I try to walk past him, but he doesn’t let me.
Instead, he reaches out and gently wraps his fingers around my bicep. His hold is so light that it almost feels nonexistent. I’ve never felt a man’s touch so delicate before. Turning my head, I tilt it back and look up into his eyes.
“When you want to get the help that you need, when you want to talk about what happened to you. Not just to your man, but to people who have lived a life like that. Come to me, babe.”
Instead of throwing up some kind of insult, instead of acting like a bitch, I just nod my head. I don’t say anything. He releases me, his lips turning up into a smile and he dips his chin. Leaving the kitchen, I head back to Mountain’s room, closing the door, I lean against it with a heavy sigh.
What the actual fuck?
Chapter Nineteen
LEIGHTON
I check Mountain’s phone for the fifth time. He’s been gone for two days now and he hasn’t called me, not once. I thought about asking someone if he was okay, but I just can’t get myself to do that. Instead, I check the phone again and again.
I’m sitting in the blowup kiddie pool, soaking up the sun in my new bikini. Nobody has bothered me, they haven’t said a single word. A couple of guys laughed and shook their heads, but nothing else. It feels good, too good. And I know that it’s too good, because there is a human-sized shadow that blocks it from me.
Turning my head, I look up and smile at the woman standing in front of me with a baby. “Hello,” she says softly with a laugh.
Lifting my hand, I give her a wave. “I’m Leighton,” I offer.
The woman is stunning. Downright freaking beautiful. She’s the blonde bombshell with the heavily tattooed man I saw the day that I arrived.