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

Rolling my lips together, I look up at him and nod my head once. “Yeah,” I breathe.

He doesn’t say anything right away, instead he stares at me. I wait for him to speak, but he just watches me. Quietly. Then he clears his throat, flicking his gaze from me to Maci, then back to me.

“And Riot’s kid?”

“Yes,” I say through my teeth.

I don’t tell him about my latest discovery, about Pinkie being my mom, I don’t know him and I have no desire to divulge anything personal to a stranger.

He chuckles, obviously enjoying getting a rise out of me. Clearing my throat, I sit up a little higher and narrow my eyes on him, waiting to see what exactly his point is.

“Hope he’s on the right path now. Hate to see him fuck over a pretty thing like you.”

“Bones,” a man grunts.

I lift my eyes and notice that it’s Coyote who is standing behind him. Bones grins, then winks before he turns and walks away. Coyote is shaking his head, his eyes finding mine before he smirks and takes a seat next to me.

“He’s a smooth talker, always has been. He thinks he’s something fucking special.”

I laugh and jerk my chin toward Maci. “I’m good. He doesn’t scare me, or do anything for me.”

Coyote laughs. “Don’t tell him that, he’ll start trying.”

“He’s married,” I deadpan.

“He likes a challenge. He’d never cheat on his wife, but that doesn’t mean he won’t flirt and he won’t take you home so they can both enjoy you.”

Maci gasps and I look over to her. Her face is pale and her eyes are wide. “Seriously?” she hisses.

“Seriously,” Coyote snorts.

“Wow.”

“You want that?” he asks.

She shakes her head. “No, I just. He kind of alluded to it, but I didn’t believe him.”

“Better for you.” Coyote chuckles. “He wouldn’t keep you anyway. He keeps his wife, that’s all.”

Maci doesn’t say anything else, she nods her head and I watch as the starry, lusty-eyed expression leaves once she lifts her eyes and looks toward Bones. She’s over him now, and I almost kiss Coyote for doing that.

It’s for the best and I think that she deserves more. But maybe I’m just talking out of my ass and being hopeful that she could be a true friend, that she could be an Old Lady like me.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

JAGUAR

Once the bodies are tossed into the burning house, the pipes are wiped down and tossed with them along with our clothes that have blood on them. We change and drive in the opposite direction of the fire. We make our way toward another town. It’s another small coastal town with tourists everywhere.

We make our way toward a restaurant and get a big table toward the back. Nobody has spoken, but it’s not because we’re contemplating what we’ve just done. All of us knew that it was time and needed to go down. And none of us are going to lose any sleep knowing that the sick fucks are dead.

Our food doesn’t take long to arrive and we all practically moan at the scent of the fresh Dungeness crab in front of us. Before any of us reach for the food in front of us, Dragon lifts his beer in a toast.

“It’s done. War is over before it truly began and now we can sleep peacefully knowing that their stink won’t come near us again,” he begins. Then his eyes shift over to me and he smiles. “To the Savage Beasts,” he boasts.

We all touch bottlenecks with a clink and then we proceed to stuff ourselves completely full. When we’re finished, we walk around the small coastal town, going into shops just to be seen. I doubt anyone would even think we were the ones who killed the Punchers, but it’s better to be safe rather than sorry.

We leave before the sun sets, heading back to the hotel to get our shit and get the fuck out of Oregon. When we arrive, Gator and the waitress are sitting outside in some plastic chairs. I smile at the sight of them. She’s a pretty thing, I wonder how long it will last, a month, maybe two if she’s lucky.

It doesn’t take us long to gather all of our shit and load up the truck and bikes. I watch Mamba and Gator, curious to see which bike the girl gets on the back of. It’s no surprise that she climbs up behind Mamba, wrapping her arms around his middle.

Climbing into the pickup, I look over to Silver and jerk my chin. “They’re askin’ for trouble,” he grunts.

“They branded Maria,” I point out.

“Yeah, and she walked away without as much as a fuck you all. Went right back to the Skulls to be whatever the fuck they wanted her to be. Probably a whore,” he points out.

“There’s a hell of a lot more to that story than any of us knows,” I say.

He grunts as he follows behind the bikes. “Yeah, there is. Just like we knew there was more to your story than you just being a betrayer.”

“Like me being weak?” I ask.

He chuckles. “It’s a lot more complicated than that and you know it.”

Nodding my head, I don’t say it, but I do agree with him. We only see the surface, what people want to show us. We don’t see the rest of any of it. And I know with Mamba, Gator, and Maria it was a lot more complicated than any of them voiced. That’s fine, it’s their lives and their personal shit.

But now they’re jumping into something with a stranger, a woman they’re picking up in a little town in the middle of nowhere and taking her back. It seems sketchy, but it’s not my fucking business. If they want to brand a dozen women and leave them, it’s not my concern. Especially since I’m not even a voting member at the moment.

Silver and I don’t speak for a while and