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

“Is Jaguar okay?”

There’s a moment of silence and he grunts. “Jailbait there with you?”

“Yeah, she came over when she woke up and the clubhouse was completely empty.”

“Good,” he grunts. “Like that you two are together.”

My heart warms at the fact that he’s glad I’m here with her, instead of upset that I am. I hold my breath, waiting for him to tell me about Jaguar. He clears his throat, but he doesn’t say anything right away.

“Coen,” she urges.

He chuckles. “He’s okay. Took charge today, kicked ass. Earned more respect and trust. It was a good day for Jag.”

I let my breath out in a heavy sigh and roll from my stomach onto my back. A few minutes later Gisele and Coen end their phone call and she joins me, lying on her back as well. Looking over to her, I can’t hide my smile.

“They’re okay,” I whisper.

“They are, and Jag earned some more respect and trust. That’s huge.”

“It is,” I agree. “What do we do now?”

“What about dinner? You’re in charge.”

Laughing, I shake my head from side to side. “I can’t cook.”

She hums. “I’ll teach you. In this world, everything revolves around food. You’ll see that the longer you’re part of us. We cook for each other. We cook for our men. We cook to celebrate and to mourn. It’s just what we do. We’re a family unit.”

“I like that,” I whisper. “But I seriously can’t cook.”

“You made those cookies,” she points out.

My lips curve up into a grin and I shake my head. “With your help.”

Gisele hums. “Then you’ll have my help with dinner. We’ll make enough so that the guys can eat when they get home.”

Then… we cook.

Gisele teaches me how to make baked potatoes, along with putting together all of the fixings. She even shows me how to fry bacon to do fresh bacon bits. Once that’s finished, she teaches me how to do baked chicken and green beans. These things are probably basics, but I don’t mind, I need the basics.

“Next time we’ll do homemade mac and cheese,” Gisele informs me.

“You can do it homemade?” I ask, not even trying to hide the awe in my voice. I thought mac and cheese just came from a box.

She hums. “You can and it’s awesome.”

“Wow.”

Eventually we end up on the sofa watching a movie as we wait for the men to come home. I don’t know what time later tonight means, but I end up nodding off sometime after ten in the evening.

JAGUAR

The police never show. I know that this club has them paid off because of that right there. The bodies of the other club line the outskirts of the highway. It doesn’t take us long to gather and pile them up. It’s fucking gruesome, but that’s war.

“What happens now?” Bones asks the stranger.

I have no desire to learn his name. He will be nothing but a distant memory in a few hours. He looks around, between us, then looks over at the bodies and shrugs.

“Burn ‘em?” he asks.

“Don’t give a fuck. What you do to get rid of your bodies is what you do,” Bones growls. “Where’s our fuckin’ money?”

He shakes his head, his eyes widening. Maybe he thought that we weren’t serious. Maybe he thought that we would just hand over the guns and not expect anything in return. I honestly don’t know what the fuck he expected, but he’s sure as shit surprised by the fact that we want our money right now.

“C’mon out to the clubhouse, it’s all there.”

We should all tell him to kick rocks. However, the clubhouse is only a few miles away. We’re all bone tired, bloody, and exhausted as we hobble to our bikes. Thank fuck, it seems like nobody’s bike is fucked beyond repair. We’re all able to start our engines.

My bike roars to life and I grin as I look over at Coyote. He’s riding on Silver’s bike because his shoulder is too fucked to ride it himself. Instead he drives the truck behind us. I notice the stranger has his eyes on the truck, but he won’t be seeing it for long.

A few of his guys stay behind to do whatever the fuck they’re going to do with the bodies, burn them apparently. It doesn’t fucking matter what they do, we’re after our money, then we’re bouncing the fuck out of this crazy as shit place.

The gates open to the clubhouse and we all pull in, all of us except the truck. Silver keeps driving. Without us even having to tell him, he’ll drive out of the way and around, down a different highway before meeting us somewhere on the road.

This is why the Savage Beasts are the fucking best of the best—the elite. We don’t even have to give orders to one another when we’re in a situation like this, we just automatically know what to do.

Trust.

It’s why everyone was so pissed off at me that they couldn’t trust me anymore. I did something that broke all of that, all of our trust in one another to make the right decision for the club, for the families waiting for us at home—for each other.

The clubhouse is empty when we pull up to the main building. This must be their entire club. I look around and wonder how they got the money to pay us. This place is a fucking shithole. Granted, ours isn’t anything special, but it doesn’t look like it’s about to fall over with a gust of wind.

Coyote looks over at me and he arches a brow, he’s obviously thinking the same thought. I don’t say anything, deciding to stay silently alert. Taking my handgun out of its holster, I hold it loosely at my side as I disengage from my bike.

The rest of the Skulls and Beasts do the same, obviously feeling just as uneasy as I am. I’ve felt uneasy about this whole fucking thing and my gut was one-hundred-percent correct. This is a shitstorm of epic proportions.

“Where’s the money?”