UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,63
back to look up into his eyes. He’s smiling, it’s a cat-ate-the-canary kind of smile, and it makes my stomach drop immediately.
“I won’t tell Mountain where you are. But, babe, he’s going to be seriously pissed off when he comes home and finds you gone.”
“Maybe, but probably not,” I say.
He snorts. “He will. He’ll also tear the desert apart looking for you. Just fair warning.”
I don’t turn around and watch him walk away, instead, I keep my head high and my gaze focused straight ahead. Bones watches the man until, I assume, he’s disappeared around the corner, because only then does he lift his hand and motion me to follow him inside of the home.
Chapter Twenty-One
LEIGHTON
The woman across from me smiles. She’s dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Honestly, judging by the man that was leaving, I would have assumed she’d be naked beneath her sheets, but she’s not.
“You need anything, you girls know where to go,” Bones announces after introducing us and he walks out the door leaving us alone.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I’ll be gone as soon as I figure out a place to go and save a little money.”
“Why?” she asks.
Tilting my head to the side, I blink. “What do you mean, why? You don’t know me at all, Bones just announced I was living here. I’m in your space.”
She makes a noise and waves her hand at me. “It’s lonely. I’m happy for the company. Besides, I grew up with four brothers and sisters. It’s way too quiet here. It’ll be nice to have some noise around this place.”
“I don’t want to cramp your style,” I murmur, thinking of that Savage Beast again.
She laughs softly, shaking her head. “You couldn’t. Gator is just a friend. He wanted to talk about something personal. We’ve never… we’re just friends, trust me. I’m single.”
I think about that word. Single. I don’t think I’ve ever thought of myself as single or taken before, I’ve just been, me—Leighton.
Once I thought that I was dating someone. But I wasn’t, it wasn’t real. I was just given to him to play with. It was all a lie. Just like everything else in my life.
I haven’t had an opportunity to be anything, seeing as I have always been controlled by my father. Even being on the run, I never thought about that stuff. I was always focused on who was watching me and where my next meal was coming from.
“Oh, okay.”
She smiles as she stands to her feet. “Are you hungry? You look like you have been through hell,” she says softly.
“I have,” I admit.
I watch as she makes some tortillas and warms some hamburger meat up from the fridge, then sprinkles some salsa on top. “It’s not much, but it’s fast.” She laughs as she hands me the paper plate.
I take it, holding it over my thighs as I take a taco in my hand and close my eyes before sinking my teeth into the shell. It’s amazing. It’s fresh and just plain good. I moan as I chew, then open my eyes to look over at her.
“You make me feel like a gourmet chef,” she says with a laugh.
“I haven’t eaten much the past few days,” I admit. “But it’s really good.”
She nods her head, sitting across from me. “I’m not going to demand your story. I can tell you have one. But is your past going to catch up with you? Is there anything I need to really worry about?”
I shake my head. “Not really. The bad part of my past is dead. The new part that I just left, he doesn’t really want me.”
“Ahh,” she breathes. “Somehow I doubt that.”
“Believe it,” I grunt.
She laughs but doesn’t push me further. I find out that she’s from Colombia. I’m surprised, seeing as her accent isn’t very thick. She explains that she was tutored by an English woman. She comes from a large family, but like me, they’re all gone.
“What about the club?”
“What about it?”
Her brow arches from my question. “The men? Are you seeing any of them? Are they okay?”
She presses her lips together, looking down at her shoes, then lifts her gaze up to meet mine. “They’re good men, Leighton. They won’t hurt you, they’ll watch your back. But whatever you’ve heard about them, about their women, it’s true.”
Sucking a breath in through my teeth, I look up to the ceiling then shift my gaze back to meet hers. I open my mouth to speak, but she cuts me off.