UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,87
it is,” she mutters. “I like him, but he doesn’t want me, so it doesn’t really matter how I feel. I really just need to find someone that doesn’t wear a cut.”
Nodding, I tilt my head to the side and watch her. I could see that, too. Not wanting one of the rough men. They can be intimidating, overbearing, stubborn, and just plain cruel. But they can be a million good things too.
“Oh, God,” she groans. “You’re thinking about Mountain. Why don’t you just go back to him?”
Shaking my head, I cross my arms under my chest and snort. “You think Dutch doesn’t want you? Well, Mountain doesn’t want me times ten, at least not in the same way as I would like him. He wants to have his cake and eat it too, he wants the idea of me waiting for him, but he doesn’t really want me.”
“That can’t be true,” Ana rasps.
“Can’t it?” I ask.
She presses her lips together, her gaze flicking down to my belly, then back up to meet mine. “You haven’t told him about that yet, have you?”
Placing my hand on my belly, I look down at my stomach. Four and a half months, that’s how long I’ve been holding on to this information, and holding it, from Mountain. It’s getting harder and harder for me to feel the need to go to him and tell him about our child.
Damn it, Bones and Dutch were both right. I need to tell Mountain and soon, or I never will. Just talking about liking someone, about the future with Ana, has my brain working overtime. I have to tell him. I can’t hide it and can’t deny it. Next week, I find out what the sex of the baby is, that’s when I’ll tell him.
At least that’s what I tell myself.
Chapter Thirty
MOUNTAIN
Weeks pass by. I don’t bother going back to my house. I have brand new furniture there that I haven’t even broken in, but what is the fucking point? I bought all of it for a life that I’m not going to have. Going back would just be too fucking depressing.
Also.
I have a major fucking problem.
My dick.
Not even Pinkie can make it work and that shit is seriously pissing me off. I could blame the booze, blame the pot, but in the back of my mind, I already know what it is. It’s that fucking Leighton and her magical fucking cunt.
“You just gonna ignore your woman who is still hanging out in New Mexico?” Gator asks.
I almost tell him to go fuck himself. Instead, I turn to look over at him, narrowing my gaze with a scowl. “Why the fuck do you care? Don’t you have enough shit to worry about with your woman and your man?” I snap.
Gator’s lips twitch and turn up into a grin. “Yeah, I do. But I also know that Ana is worried about Leighton, she likes her and I like Ana. So, that’s why I care,” he explains.
“That’s why you care?” I grunt.
He nods his head, reaching out, he claps me on the shoulder, squeezing me with a shake. “That’s why I care, and other reasons.”
“Other reasons?”
He shakes my shoulder, taking a step back. I watch him as he turns around and walks away. “Oh, and Mountain?” he calls.
I look up, watching him as he grins over at me. “You might want to head that way sooner rather than later. I hear Dutch is wearing her down. Nothing’s happened, but I hear he’s close to getting inside and tappin’ that.”
I growl, taking a step forward, my fists balling tightly. “Hey, hey,” he calls out, lifting his hands, palms forward. “Don’t kill the messenger.”
“She livin’ at the clubhouse?”
Gator’s lips curl up into a shit-eating grin. He got whatever he wanted. I don’t care, fine, fuck it. He wants me pissed off, going down there, starting a war? He’s got it.
“I tell you and what’ll you do?” he asks.
Taking a step toward him, I lean forward, my gaze focused on his and nowhere else. “What do you think I’ll do if you don’t tell me?” I ask.
Gator tilts his head to the side, then he grins. “I’ll take you there. Truck’s out front, c’mon,” he offers.
Shaking my head slowly, I widen my stance and watch him for a moment. Inhaling a deep breath, I let it out with a sigh. “I’ll follow you. Leighton’s coming home on the back of my bike, not in someone else’s truck.”