UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,97

myself that I would never forget Mountain, either, but I did. I let my beautiful hopes outshine the ugly truth.

“I’ll bet you did. I’m not going to beat around the bush, you seem like a girl that wants things given to her straight.”

“I do.”

He nods his head, his eyes searching mine before they flick down to my belly and lift back up again. “It’s his?” Pressing my lips together, I nod, not wishing to say it aloud. I’m already pissed off at myself—too pissed off.

“You’re ours now. You’re here and you’re under our protection. Whatever you need from us, you got it, babe.”

I almost laugh, almost. It’s too fucking depressing to find comical though. Instead, I nod my head and shift my gaze to look out at the deserted land in front of me.

“You caught him at a time where he’s a bit lost,” he rasps quietly before he walks away, leaving me alone.

I want to respond that it’s not my fault, that I’m even more lost than he could ever be. I want to say a million things. Instead, I stay where I am and watch as the sun sets. I watch as night takes over and I do all of this completely alone.

It seems fitting though.

Alone.

It seems I’ve always been alone, even when surrounded by people. I have always been utterly and completely isolated.

MOUNTAIN

Pinkie laughs from behind the bar. It isn’t often she works the bar here, usually it’s a prospect, but I can’t deny it’s nice to have Pink here serving me my drinks. She is not a bad sight to have when you want to get trashed.

Fucking Della.

She just had to be here, had to have Santiago in her arms. Had to fucking be here. I saw the way her eyes lit up at the sight of me and Leighton. She wants that for me, happiness, a family. Maybe to assuage her own guilt about bringing my kid into the world. I don’t really know.

At the time she had him, I knew he was in a better place with her and Eagle. I’m not angry, not really. What I am is… confused.

“She knows,” Della whispers a few minutes after I’ve taken two quick shots. I don’t respond to her words. There is nothing for me to say. “She thinks you’re in love with me, that she’s sloppy seconds,” she whispers.

I close my eyes. I am not in love with Della. I am, however, a bit regretful that I didn’t force my claim on her, on Santiago. Maybe that makes me a dick, I don’t know. Well, it does make me a dick, but I’m finding that I don’t care too fucking much about that apparently.

“She ain’t,” I grunt. Ignoring the fact that she’s telling me something I already fucking know. “She’s mine. She is who I choose.”

“Maybe you should tell her that instead of groping Pinkie,” Della snaps.

Turning my head, I look over to her, my anger bubbling just beneath the surface. I’m ready to lash out at her, but the instant my eyes catch that tuft of black hair peeking out from the blanket, it all disappears.

Fuck.

“Maybe,” I rasp, turning away from her.

Eventually, she lets out an annoyed sigh and walks away from me. With a shrug, I ask Pinkie for another. There is a moment before Dragon walks up to me, I expect him to say something about Leighton, but he doesn’t.

“You need me to send someone else?” he asks. “You got shit here to deal with, I can send someone else in your place.”

“Nope,” I say, popping the p. “I got this.”

“You’ll pick up Hawk on your way, yeah?”

“Yeah,” I murmur.

“And take Dutch with you.”

Turning to face him, I watch as his lips twitch into a small smile. “The fuck?”

He chuckles. “Don’t want her runnin’ back to him while you’re gone. Heard he’s got a soft spot for your girl. She can stay here, in your room, under fucking guard until you return. But I already talked to Bones. You’re taking Dutch.”

He doesn’t allow me to ask any more questions. He just fucking walks away from me—the fucking asshole.

Fuck that.

I stay seated as the night groans on, the music is turned up louder and louder, the crowd starts to get rowdier. And there is no sign of my woman. When I’ve decided to be finished drinking, I slide off of the stool and sway.

“Fuck, you are trashed,” Mamba calls out.

Lifting my hand, I give him a wave. He’s got Maria perched on his