UnCage me (Savage Beast MC Book 8) - Hayley Faiman (rooftoppers TXT) 📗

hand it to her. She takes it, her fingers curling around the fabric before she covers herself with it immediately. She’s watching me, I can feel her eyes focused on me, but I can’t look at her in the eye.

“Dylan,” she snaps.

My body jerks and I look at her, surprised at her sharp tone. “Yeah?” I ask.

She watches me for a long moment, then lets out a sigh. “You already regret me,” she whispers before she covers herself with my tee. I watch as she hops down from the table, finding her shorts and pulling them up her long legs.

Closing the distance between us, I cup her cheeks with my palms and look into her eyes. My focus is true and on her and nowhere else.

“I don’t,” I grit. “But you will regret me. I can say you’re mine all day, but I can’t officially claim you and I fucked up.”

“You can’t officially claim me?” she asks, sounding confused, and she should be.

She knows a lot about club life, but the Punchers don’t play by our rules. They’re fucked up in every way a club can be. She doesn’t understand anything about the Beasts, not really.

“I’m a prospect right now. I may never earn my place back in the brotherhood, and you’ll never be an Old Lady if I don’t.”

“That stops us from being a couple, from having a family and being happy?” she asks.

Her question seems like it would have an easy answer. It doesn’t. “It stops you from being protected by the Savage Beasts,” I announce.

She watches me, tilting her head to the side. “And?”

“What do you mean, and?”

“I mean... and? You think I care about the protection of the Beasts? Can you not protect me, Dylan?”

“I can,” I growl.

“Then I don’t need them when I have you.”

“You don’t understand.”

Pamela licks her lips, her thumb sliding across my bottom lip as she watches me for a long moment. “Yes, I understand. I just don’t care about their protection as much as I do having you.”

Shaking my head, I try to take a step back, but she doesn’t let me. She rises to her toes and touches her mouth to mine. “You’re all I want, Dylan. You’re all that matters.”

Chapter Nineteen

JAGUAR

Carrying Pamela to my room, I ignore the way the men watch me from the corner of their eyes in the bar. Nobody says anything as I walk through the main room, but I can feel them watching us. Most looks are curiosity, some are hate-filled and I wonder when or if I will ever be forgiven. Probably never, I wouldn’t forgive me if I were any of them.

Slipping into the bedroom, I throw the lock in place, thankful that they turned it around for me. I guess I’m trustworthy enough to be able to lock my own door these days. Though, I don’t have a phone and no matter where I am, someone is always watching me. All things I’m oddly okay with.

“What are we doing?” she asks.

Setting her down on the bed, I take a step backward and look at her. I don’t say anything right away, not ready to really answer her yet. Instead, I take her in. Pamela’s hair is a fucking mess, her makeup is a bit smeared, she looks rumpled and perfect. She looks like she’s been thoroughly fucked.

“We’re going to get to know one another,” I announce.

She blinks, squirming in place, her eyes round as she watches me. “We are?” she finally asks.

I’ve shocked her, I think I’ve shocked myself a little, too. She doesn’t move again, doesn’t even squirm. She is focused on me and watching, waiting for whatever it is I’m about to surprise her with next.

Walking over to the chair in the room, I pull it into the center of the room, directly across from her and I sink down, crossing one ankle over my knee. Lifting my arms, I link my fingers together and put them behind my head.

Leaning back, I clear my throat and watch her for a moment. I’m not exactly sure what I want to know about her, but I know one thing. I am going to get to know her. I’ve never done this with a woman before, gotten to know her. Not even with Della. I wanted her, I thought that I loved her in my own way and maybe I did, but I didn’t even know her and she didn’t know me.

“I need to get to know you. I want to get to know you.”

She watches me, tilting her head to one side, then the other. What I don’t tell her is that I have no fucking idea what I’m doing and this is the first time I’ve ever tried to actually get to know a woman I was fucking.

“What do you want to know?”

I shrug a shoulder, unsure of what it is that I need to know. I want to know it all. I don’t want any more surprises. I want her to feel connected to me in a way where I know she won’t leave. I want her attached, inside and out. I don’t really care what that says about me, I don’t give a fuck anymore. All I know is that I want to keep her.

Then I remember that sure, Riot is her father, but who is her mother? She came from somewhere, from someone.

“Your mom, where is she?”

Pamela’s face turns white, then she closes her eyes and inhales a deep breath before releasing it. When she opens her eyes, they connect with mine. She looks sick, devastated, heartbroken, and maybe a little angry all mixed up into one.

“Riot killed her.”

Her words come out through her teeth on a hiss. I watch her, wondering if she’s full of shit, but she doesn’t smile, she doesn’t even blink. This haunts her. I have to ask, even though I really don’t want to, even if I already know the answer.

“Did you see it?”

She dips her chin, looking down in