UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,78
going to trust someone just because they share the same patch on their cut as me.
“Need to see the Beasts and your president,” I grunt to the man standing guard at their door.
He looks down at me, then grunts with a smirk. “C’mon in,” he says, his voice rumbling.
Shaking my head, I take a step back. “Not staying. Got somewhere I need to be.”
Before I even finish saying the last word, I feel it. That uneasy sensation in my gut. I’m being fucked over. Then I look to the left, then to the right, and that’s when I know for a fact my gut was right.
I’m being fucking surrounded.
“We got trouble, brother,” Worm rasps.
He’s only been a patched brother for a few months, however, he’s ex-military, so at least he has that going for him, because I have a feeling we’re going to need some goddamn serious skills to get out of this situation.
LEIGHTON
My stomach rolls as I stare at the sandwich that I just made. A sandwich that up until two seconds ago sounded absolutely fucking amazing. Turning away from the tuna and peanut butter, I grab a bag of sour cream and onion chips instead and walk toward the couch.
Sinking down, I let out a grunt as I close my eyes and let the saltiness of the chips burn my taste buds. I have to stop eating like shit and following my gross cravings.
What I need to do is get fruits and veggies, lean proteins and good fats like avocados.
I think all of these things as I open my mouth and shove another chip in. Picking up the remote control, I turn the television on with a sigh as I start to flip through the five channels that we have.
I have a doctor’s appointment today. The first one. I’m terrified as all hell, which is probably another reason why I couldn’t eat the concoction that I decided to create. Ana is cleaning the clubhouse from another party, and I need to help her, but my appointment time was nonnegotiable and the only opening they had this month.
“Holy fuck, what is that smell?” Dutch moans as he walks into the house.
Looking over my shoulder at him, I smile, then wrinkle my nose. “I had a craving, but then I couldn’t do it and I can’t make myself walk over there and throw it out, either.”
“Jesus, babe,” he grunts.
I give him a smile and watch as he takes my plate outside and returns a few moments later, just as I’m putting the final chip in my mouth.
“That was vile. I couldn’t even leave it out for the animals, they wouldn’t fucking touch that shit with a ten-foot pole.”
Standing, I dust the chips from my fingers onto my shorts. Shorts that I am no longer able to button. Shorts that are held up by a rubber band at the button. I’m going to need new clothes, sooner rather than later. I’m going to need a lot of things and although Bones pays me, and the guys are nice and tip when I tend bar, it is not enough to live on, let alone raise a baby on.
So, at the end of the day—I’m fucked.
“Ready?”
“No,” I murmur.
He grins, taking a step toward me. “You’re ready.”
Dutch doesn’t offer me his hand, and I’m glad. I wouldn’t have taken it. This whole thing, it feels so weird. I don’t know what to do. This is uncharted territory, every aspect of it. Dutch has been a great friend, he has been someone who has consistently checked on me, asked me how I’ve been, and has always offered an easy smile.
Dutch has been great.
But.
Dutch is not Mountain.
This baby is not Dutch’s.
And my heart, it still wants Mountain—the epic asshole.
I don’t know why I want him either, I shouldn’t. As far as I know, he’s back from wherever he went and just doesn’t want me anymore. He got what he wanted, and now I’m no longer a new toy for him. I was shiny and fun to play with, and now… not so much.
It’s normal, it’s what I’ve seen my whole life. My father always did that with the girls he brought in. He didn’t date, not anyone for any length of time. I never even met a single person he went out with. I know that he did, because some of the women he dated were famous and I would see pictures of them in magazines he would bring home.