UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,88
voice calls out from behind me.
I don’t even have to look to know who it is. Known the man for over half my life, I know exactly what he sounds like. I think about not answering him, ignoring him completely, but I don’t. Instead, I lift my hand, flipping him off before I turn to look back at him from over my shoulder.
“Don’t you think I made that decision months ago?” I ask.
Dragon grins. “You been taking a long fucking time to implement it,” he shouts.
I shrug a shoulder. “I don’t do pressure, you know that.”
“I know you don’t like to share your fuckin’ toys, and I have a feeling that’s on the verge of happening.”
This time I do ignore him. Walking away, I don’t say a fucking word to him. He’s just trying to goad me, and the fucker of it all, is that it works. I don’t like sharing, not unless it’s two women with just me, that’s fun. But when I want something just for myself, fuck anyone who tries to touch it or take it from me—I’ll kill them.
Dutch is trying to take what’s mine and I’m not going to fucking stand for it. Walking over to my bike, I throw a leg over with a grunt. Starting the engine, I look over at Gator who is sitting in his idling truck, still wearing that same shit-eating grin.
Narrowing my eyes at him, he throws his hand out the window, giving me a peace sign before he speeds off. Without hesitation, I follow him. The ride to New Mexico is quick, less than an hour, but it feels like a lifetime.
I’m thinking about the men then, the Skulls and the way they are with their women. My heart starts to slam in my chest at the thought of my woman being kept in a cage, especially after the life she’s lived.
We pull up to the main gate and the man guarding gets out and talks to Gator. I watch them for a few minutes shooting the shit. I want to tell them to hurry the fuck up, but I don’t. I’m honestly not ready for what awaits me when we drive through those gates.
If Leighton doesn’t want me, if she’s really done with me, I don’t know. I’m not in love with her, but that doesn’t take away my want—my need for her either.
The gates open slowly and Gator creeps forward. I follow, my mind completely fucking spinning with what-ifs. I feel like I’m spinning completely out of control. What happens next for me is so unknown, and this is why I never put myself out there.
This is the exact reason.
The last time I wasn’t in control of my life was when my brother was beating the shit out of me on a regular basis. This feels different, really fucking different, and it’s why I have pushed her away. Leighton means something to me, something that I just can’t quite put my finger on.
Parking next to Gator’s truck, I kill my engine but stay on my bike as I stare at the building in front of me. The clubhouse. She could be inside, but I really fucking hope that she’s not. She’s been here for months, I know if she were at our clubhouse after that long she’d be a clubwhore, no doubt about it.
“You coming in? I don’t know if she’s inside or out back,” Gator murmurs.
“Out back?”
He doesn’t say anything right away. Shifting my gaze toward him, I tip my head back and look up into his eyes. He’s not grinning anymore, instead he just shrugs a shoulder.
“Yeah, there’s a modular out back that she and Ana share.”
“Wait,” I call out. He stays where he is, his gaze still focused on mine as he does what I ask. “What’s with you and Ana?”
“I love Mamba and Maria,” he says as his response.
“You love them, but you fuck Ana?”
He crosses his arms over his chest. His eyes narrowing as he looks down at me while I’m still straddling my bike. It’s my turn to give him a shit-eating grin.
“Not anymore,” he grunts.
“Because?”
“I love Mamba and Maria. Enough is enough.”
Throwing my leg over my bike, I finally straighten as I clear my throat. “I never figured out how you guys could do that, the three of you and not feel like a third wheel.”
“I don’t, usually. Lately…”
“Not enough Mamba time?” I ask, guessing at what the issue is.
I’ve seen Mamba and Maria together recently, but Gator has