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

he won’t make me a mistake to regret. He has to do that on his own, though. I’m not his conscience.

Chapter Twenty-One

JAGUAR

The party goes on, the whore next to me gets drunker and drunker, her body swaying as she pushes against me. I can feel her tits against my arm, but for the first time in my entire life, it does absolutely nothing for me.

I’m talking to the prospect behind the bar. My focus is on him and if he can help me with next week’s schedule so that I can go with the guys to Oregon.

The bitch next to me is definitely not my focus. Dragon and the other brothers approved me coming along, something that I had been demanding and hoping for, but wasn’t sure it would happen. However, I have to make sure that I’m covered in my duties before I go.

The other prospect eventually agrees, but only if I take his duties when I get back. I agree, I’ll do whatever at this point. I want to watch Riot die, I want to witness it all for myself and I want to earn a little more of my brothers’ trust back.

I’m okay with never being a full-fledged member again, I can live with that, but I can’t live without being trusted by them. It’s the most pitiful sinking feeling I’ve ever experienced and I want it gone. This trip will just be another step in getting it completely eradicated.

“Let me suck your dick,” the whore purrs. “Let me take care of you.”

She’s sloppy and drunk, she’s swaying as she attempts to just stand still. Judging by the smeared red lipstick, she’s already had a few dicks in her mouth tonight. I’m not looking to be the next in line.

Shaking my head, I take a step back from her wondering when I became a man who was monogamous. Not long ago, I would have shoved her to her knees and stuffed my cock down her throat before she could blink twice.

“You need to go to bed, sleep it off.”

“When did you become such a pussy?” she shouts.

A year ago, I would have taken her right here, in this bar, to prove that I’m no pussy, to show her and everyone else that my dick swings low. But I’m not that man anymore. I’m not going to fuck her, face or cunt, on principle alone and I refuse to become him again.

“I’m not. Just don’t fuck desperate,” I say, turning around to go in search of Pamela.

The whore behind me bursts out laughing. “No, you fuck Jailbait. You’re a fucking pedophile sick fuck.”

It’s as if the entire room goes completely silent. Maybe it does. I’m not sure, because I can’t hear anything other than the blood that roars through my ears. Balling my hands into fists at my side, I wonder what kind of shit I would get into for hitting this trash bitch. Then I close my eyes and shake it off.

I am not that man.

At least that’s what I tell myself. I repeat the words over and over, walking away from her and not reacting the way that I want to. I’m also not what she claims me to be. I’ve never looked at a girl under the age of eighteen and thought about fucking her. I don’t troll the high schools looking for cunt, never had a desire for anyone underage.

Not until I saw her.

Fuck, maybe something is wrong with me, but Pamela is different. At least that’s what I tell myself. She’s special, I don’t think about her age, it doesn’t even come into play, other than I think she needs someone better than me, that she needs someone who has their shit together.

“You need a drink?”

Jerking my chin, I look over to see Coyote standing a few feet away with a beer in his hand. He waves it at me, and I gladly take it from him, downing half of it in one gulp.

“You cool?” he asks.

“Almost hit that bitch,” I admit.

He watches me for a long moment in silence, then clears his throat. “Glad you didn’t. Would have really put a damper on the night. You’re going to Oregon in a few days, yeah?”

I snort, my lips curving up into a grin. “I am.”

“Got you a pretty girl that seems to be totally into you, too.”

With a hum, I scan the room for said pretty girl. “Yeah, I do,” I say distractedly as I look for Pamela.

“She saw you with her, went to bed,” Coyote says. “Alone,” he finishes.

I take a step away from him, deciding to go to Pamela when he calls my name. I stop, looking over my shoulder to him, waiting for whatever it is he’s about to say.

“Gisele was nineteen when we met. You’re no more a pedo than I am. I’m tellin’ you, that girl, the life you’re starting and the changes you’ve made. You’re on your way, brother.”

“On my way?”

He nods his head. “To the sweet life.”

I jerk my chin, then turn and walk away, toward that sweetness that Coyote talks about. Luckily, nobody stops me as I slip into the bedroom, one that I know Pammy shares with Pinkie and two other women.

It isn’t hard to see her, the moonlight is shining into the room, her back is to me and she’s facing the wall. She’s still wearing her shorts and tank from earlier, obviously not going to bed. I stand across from her, watching her as I finish my beer wondering what the fuck I’m going to do with her.

PAMELA

I can feel him watching me. I knew immediately when he walked into the room that it was him. He didn’t have to say a single word to me. Not one. I hold my breath, waiting to see what he’s going to say or do next.

It doesn’t take long until I feel the mattress dip behind me. Then I feel the length of his body press against the back of mine. His