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

don’t. I keep hoping that he’s going to walk out of the doorway any second, but he doesn’t.

Walking into the bar, I glance around, but I don’t see him. Dylan is nowhere to be seen. My legs are shaky with each step that I take toward the open door to the conference room, the door where I know they hold church, the room that I know Dylan is sitting somewhere in.

I stand right outside of the door, hesitating to go inside. At the Donkey Punchers if a woman even attempted to cross the threshold she would be beaten, then sexually used for days before she was allowed to either go home with her Old Man, or be thrown down in the basement for a while to think about her transgressions.

“You can come inside,” Dylan’s deep voice calls out.

Pressing my lips together, I take a step into the room, a shiver rolling down my spine at the seemingly bold move, well bold to me. Dylan is sitting in a chair, his elbows on the table and his fingers pressed together in front of his lips.

“Dylan?” I ask, keeping my voice only above a whisper.

He drops his hands on the table as he sits back in the chair. Shifting his head to the side, he looks over at me, his eyes finding mine immediately. I can’t tell if he’s sad, angry, or what he’s thinking.

“Talk to me,” I beg.

He stands, turning around to lean against the table. “C’mere,” he demands.

I go to him, without hesitation, without thinking. My feet carry me straight toward him and between his spread thighs until my body is almost pressed against his. Tilting my head back slightly, I look into his eyes and I wait for what he’s going to say. I can’t read him, I can’t tell and I brace myself for terrible news, just in case.

“They’re going to pay me,” he rasps.

I gasp, lifting my hand to my parted lips. I blink a few times, trying to keep tears from forming and falling down my cheeks. I fail. The tears fall as I look into his eyes, unsure that this moment is real.

“Won’t be a member for a while, but it’s on the table again. They’re going to start giving me more and more responsibilities and duties, continue to keep an eye on me, on us.”

“Us?” I ask.

He chuckles. “You’re Riot’s kid. They won’t let you just live free and easy, babe. They been keeping a pulse on you this whole time. No cell phones, no outside contact. Which means no outside job for you. But you’re also Pinkie’s kid, which means you’re family.”

I gasp. “You knew?”

He shakes his head. “Only found out a few days ago. On the trip.”

Licking my lips, I nod my head. “Me too. She felt comfortable, she felt safe, but I didn’t know why. I do now and I’m glad.”

He nods his head. “Good. This is going to be good for us, this is where you were meant to be, Sunny.”

“What about a place to live? Are they going to keep me locked up inside of the clubhouse?” I ask, switching the topic slightly.

I now understand the expression on his face. This is what he wanted for him, but this is not going to be any kind of life for us.

“Dragon said I could leave if I wanted. He said I could go off and go to school, that I could leave this all behind me. Why are things changing now?”

I try to take a step backward, the beginning of a mission to find Dragon, but Dylan doesn’t let me. He wraps his fingers around my hips, holding me in place.

Dylan tugs me close to him again, his lips touching the center of my chest. His lips travel up my neck, stopping just below my earlobe. He nibbles me there, then lifts his head to look up into my eyes.

“Things changed when you stayed with me, Sunny. They have to be able to trust both of us. I’ve chosen the wrong women in the past. I let myself be manipulated. They need to be able to trust you too.”

I hate it. I hate that his past dictates my future. Closing my eyes, I let out a breath and attempt to calm down, not only for myself, but for Dylan too. This is his fault, but it isn’t, all at the same time. There’s no reason to get upset about things that we simply just cannot change.

“The Sinister Skulls have a modular home that they put outside of the clubhouse. Dragon asked if he did the same setup, if that would be good for us? We’d have our own space, but we’d still be close enough that they could watch us and know without a doubt that we aren’t doing anything shady.”

“A modular?” I ask.

His lips curve up into a grin. “It’d be new, not as nice as the barndominiums the others have, but maybe one day we can upgrade, or move into town?”

Licking my lips, I nod my head once. I think about having a little home, modular or not, to raise this baby in. A real crib, a bed, furniture, television, and a kitchen to cook in. I think about all of those things. Things that I’ve never really had before, things that we’ll be giving our children and I nod my head.

“Yeah,” I say. “I would really like that.”

Without another word, he leans down, grabbing ahold of my ass with his hands and stands up. I let out a squeal, but he ignores me. He carries me straight toward our bedroom and my heart starts to race faster with each step that he takes.

I need to tell him, but not yet, not until we have this moment together.

I want him, desperately.

JAGUAR

Food.

Who the fuck needs food?

Closing the bedroom door behind me, I don’t even bother locking it. Instead, I take my woman to the bed and I lower her down onto her feet. Pammy keeps her arms wrapped