UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,66
I know that you have been looking for work, but I bet Bones would pay you, if you just asked.”
Just asked.
It sounds so simple. It sounds so easy. But it isn’t. Asking for anything, I hate it, but I know that sometimes you have to rely on other people’s kindness for survival. Nodding, I slide over to the side of the bed and stand to my feet.
“Yeah, I can help you,” I offer with a smile.
I stretch and shake my head, trying to shake the sleep away. I haven’t slept much lately, maybe a couple hours a night. I don’t know what it is, but since leaving, this feeling of guilt and betrayal, of pain and sadness, it has been clawing at me from the inside.
“Just let me brush my teeth and throw some clothes on. I’m not even going to shower, I have a feeling that it would be fruitless.”
Ana laughs softly. “It really would. Do you want something to eat?”
Shaking my head, I gather my hair and throw it into a messy bun at the top of my head. “Just some coffee, maybe?”
“Okay,” she says, but her gaze flicks over me, and I know that she thinks I should eat.
She’s made it clear that she thinks I should eat more. She doesn’t know, doesn’t realize that food isn’t important to me. I couldn’t care less if I eat. When I left my father and I lived on the run for five years, I would go days without food.
It doesn’t take me long to brush my teeth, wash my face, and secure my hair a little better. Slipping on a pair of tennis shoes, I practically skip out to the living room where Ana is waiting with a coffee mug.
“Coffee,” she says with a smile extending the cup.
“Thank you so much.”
Coffee. Sometimes I could only afford a cup, and this is so much more filling than most people think. I could go for days on just coffee alone. We don’t say anything else, together we make our way outside and walk through the already warm morning sun toward the clubhouse.
There are bikes littering the parking area, most of which I don’t recognize, which makes me believe that it’s definitely been a night of an open gate party. I haven’t even been brave enough to go to a closed gate party, let alone an open one.
When we approach the front door, I stop in my tracks. Tipping my head back, I look at the wooden sign hanging above the door.
Clubhouse
It’s such a simple statement, something that is common with these men, Mountain’s and Bones’. They are simplistic in so many ways, not like my father and his men who would hide behind their mansions, expensive clothes, clean outward appearances, and fancy titles in the community.
These men don’t hide who they are, they wear their outlaw like a badge of honor. I like it. For whatever reason, it makes me feel, comfortable. There is no pretending, no ulterior motives, at least from what I can see.
What you see is what you get. Even Mountain, the asshole that he is, told me he’d always be brutally honest. Even if I didn’t want him to, even if I knew deep down what the truth was, I didn’t want to hear it, which is why I left.
If I leave, then I don’t have to hear the truth. I don’t have to hear how he couldn’t even be gone from me a week, maybe not even a day, before being with someone else. I honestly don’t know.
It doesn’t matter.
We weren’t in love, I wasn’t anything to him, not really, and I need to get the hell over it all and worry about where my next meal is coming from, not about Mountain or sex, or anything else. Inhaling a deep breath, I take a step forward and reach for the handle of the door.
Tugging it open, I wrinkle my nose, looking over my shoulder at Ana. She’s laughing, unable to hide the chuckle no matter how hard she tries.
“They’re all disgusting pigs,” she announces.
“I’m definitely going to need to get paid for this,” I grumble.
She laughs louder and I have no choice but to join in, too. Together we walk into the dirty, messy, disgusting clubhouse. When I do, my stomach sinks at what I see.
MOUNTAIN
Fuck.
Gavino Santoro is waiting at the drop off when I arrive. I had hoped to get this shit unloaded and be gone without a hitch. Him being here, it means