UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,85
I watch as he takes one out for himself, too.
We both light up, closing our eyes as our heads fall back against the wall. We sit in silence for a long moment, too long, because I know that Silver is about to drop a hammer on me and I’m not going to like it.
“You gotta grab life by the balls, Mountain.”
“Yeah?” I snort.
He nods his head, letting out a hum. “Yeah, you do.”
“You’re saying this as if I haven’t lived like that, Silver.”
He grunts, not speaking right away. “You haven’t. You don’t have a woman, any kids, nothin’ and you’re just going to let one that you actually fucking liked walk away from you, without even a goddamn fight?”
“I have a kid,” I mumble.
Neither of us says anything right away. We just stare straight ahead for what feels like far too long when Silver finally clears his throat.
“You don’t have a kid, sorry to tell you that, but you just don’t. That situation, you could have had him, but you chose differently and that’s okay. You did the right thing. Eagle and Della are really fuckin’ happy, your kid is really fuckin’ happy.”
Licking my lips, I bring the joint up and suck in another breath. I’m not ready to verbally admit to him that he’s right. I knew the moment Della was pregnant that the kid could be mine, and I also knew that we wouldn’t necessarily be happy with one another.
I would have married her had she needed me to, or wanted me to, but inside I’m just indifferent toward her. She’s nice, and a good lay, but beyond that, she was just this clubwhore I liked to fuck, nothing more, nothing less.
“I know. It’s better this way, for her, for him.”
“For you?”
I shrug a shoulder, looking down at the floor, then let out a sigh. “Be a lot fucking easier if I’d just claimed her and been done with it.”
“Easier than falling for a woman who has her own fuckin’ brain and doesn’t fall at your feet?” he asks.
Turning my head, I look over at him and he’s grinning like the dickhead he is. “No fuckin’ joke,” I grunt.
“Why are you sitting around here like a giant fucking pussy instead of bringing her home?”
“She made her choice.”
Silver blinks once, twice, then three times before he throws his head back in laughter. His entire body shakes with it. When he doesn’t stop right away, I narrow my eyes on him, my blood beginning to boil with anger. Apparently, this shit is fucking hilarious and it’s pissing me off.
He wipes his tears of laughter away and finally stops, eventually, then smirks over at me. “She spread for you the moment you took her around the clubhouse? Out in the open, in broad daylight?”
Pressing my lips together, I bite the inside of my cheek but don’t answer him. “Brother, go and get your woman. She’s yours, you’re both just fighting it.”
“Left with another man. I’m not going to be made a fucking fool of.”
Silver stands with a groan, then tips his head down to look at me. “Then you don’t deserve her.”
“The fuck?” I rasp.
He shakes his head once. “I don’t deserve Presley, never did and never will. In the beginning, I was like you. Now? I’d be a fool for her if it meant keeping her or losing her.”
He walks away, leaving me alone with my booze, my smoke, and my thoughts. He’s right to a degree. He’d do some foolish shit for his bitch, but what he would never do is be made a fool of by her. If Presley took off, went to another clubhouse and was doing fuck knows what? No way would he go there, tail between his legs, to get her back.
Fuck that.
“See you’re thinkin’,” Dragon grunts.
“So, when one of you doesn’t get through, another one comes in, you got a line formed outside?” I ask.
Dragon chuckles. “Nah, I just saw him walkin’ out, asked what he was doing. He told me he was trying to get through to your dumb, stubborn ass.”
“Wants me to make a fool of myself by going to another clubhouse to collect a woman who don’t want me,” I spit.
Dragon’s brows rise as he crosses his arms over his chest. Tilting his head to the side, his eyes search my face. I’m too shit-faced to stand right now, so I take another drink from my now almost empty bottle.