UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,89

been hit and miss. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what the problem could be. There is a long moment of silence, too fucking long, then Gator’s gaze flicks to mine.

“Yeah,” he admits. “I love Maria, but I need that too.”

“Figured you’d come here for some dick, not pussy, then.”

Gator shrugs a shoulder. He doesn’t answer me immediately, instead he tips his head back to look at the sky before he lowers his gaze to meet my own.

He licks his lips before he finally speaks. “It’s not always about sex, Mountain. Sometimes it’s just about being wanted.”

Without another word, he turns from me and walks into the clubhouse. I follow behind him quietly, my gaze moving around the room as quickly, and thoroughly as possible looking for Leighton.

That is, until I see her.

I know when she recognizes me. Her eyes widen and she drops the glass in her hand that she’d been drying. I take a step toward her, then another, and another, but she doesn’t move. That is, until she skirts around the bar, then it’s my turn to freeze in my tracks.

That’s when I see it.

LEIGHTON

Shit.

I should have told him.

I really should have told him.

It’s too late now and I kind of want to cry.

Skirting the bar, I take a step toward him. I’m going to explain, going to talk to him. Going to tell him the sex of our child. I know what it is, her. I know that I’m carrying a daughter. When his eyes move over my body, his feet freeze in their place, but mine don’t.

“Wilder?” I ask as I approach him. He doesn’t say anything, his gaze focused and looking nowhere but my protruding belly.

“What the fuck?” he finally rasps. He lifts his eyes to meet mine, and instead of shocked surprise, anger meets me.

Taking a step back, I shake my head. “Let’s talk about this,” I whisper.

“This is fucking karma.”

He reaches out, wrapping his hand around my wrist to stop me from retreating. He tugs me back toward him, spinning around, I fall against his chest slightly, bracing my hand against him for support.

“You’re coming home with me,” he announces.

“I don’t think so,” I snap.

He dips his chin, his eyes focused on mine and anger rolls through him. “Bitch,” he sneers. “You’re coming home with me. Where you belong, I don’t give a fuck you’re carrying some other guy’s kid. You’re both mine now.”

My lips part, then I snap them closed. Maybe I should let him believe that this is someone else’s child. Maybe all of this would be easier. As soon as it sinks in, then he’ll be quick to let me go. Something niggles at the back of my mine—guilt.

I can’t keep this from him. It wouldn’t be right. He deserves to know, even if he’s being a massive asshole. Honestly, I think that’s just who he is. And this is the point where I have to decide if I can live with a man like this—but then again, do I have a choice? I am carrying his child, I’m penniless, and I definitely have feelings for him, I’m just not sure exactly what they mean.

“We need to talk,” I whisper.

Mountain dips down. “Fuck talk.”

“Please,” I plead.

“You wanna let her the fuck go,” Dutch’s voice rings out.

Both of us turn our heads and look over to see him standing a few feet away. Dutch has his arms hanging loosely at his sides, his hands balled into fists and a murderous look in his eye.

“Please, Dutch. Don’t,” I exhale.

Mountain shakes me slightly by his grip on my wrist. “You don’t speak to him,” he grunts.

Looking at Mountain, I frown. “Don’t, Dutch, please,” I beg.

Mountain grips my wrist tighter. “Shut the fuck up,” he snaps.

“You talk to me, let her the fuck go,” Dutch barks.

Mountain snarls, pushing me away slightly, but not enough that he lets me go, he keeps his grip around my wrist firm. “You claiming Leighton?”

Dutch’s eyes flick from him to me, then back to him. I shake my head. I don’t want him to claim me, I don’t want anyone to claim me. I just want to be free, for the first time in my life, I want to just be free.

It’s a fruitless dream though. It will never happen, because nobody is truly ever free.

“Do I need to?” Dutch asks, his gaze flicking back to meeting my own.

I shake my head. I don’t want Dutch, we’re not like that and he knows it. He’s just