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

I can’t believe that his man was on this place for weeks and didn’t tell anyone the clubhouse itself looked like a goddamn shanty. I don’t know what the shit any of these people are thinking.

They shouldn’t have agreed to any of this. Not in these mass quantities at least, the liability that it brings is far too fucking great.

The men walk into their clubhouse, but this just seems really off. Looking over to Bones, I clear my throat. He shifts his gaze to me and turns his head slightly.

“Where’s your man?” I ask. “The one you had on this place?”

Bones doesn’t say anything, but he jerks his chin and grabs his phone out of his pocket. I watch him find the number and then press the call button. Almost instantly I hear a phone ringing from inside the shanty.

“He wasn’t supposed to infiltrate, was he?” I ask, my heart racing.

“No,” Bones growls.

“Fuck, they know.”

The words no sooner leave my mouth than those fuckwads come out of the shanty with their guns raised high. All they fucking did was go inside and reload on ammo. I don’t have much of my own ammo left in my gun, but fuck this and fuck them.

Without hesitation, we all shoot. We are not listening to their goddamn demands. We don’t give a fuck who they even are. They’re useless, pointless, they’re nothing and we prove that by wiping them out before they can even get ten rounds out between them.

It’s pretty sad that this shoot-out lasted only a few minutes, when the other seemed to last much longer. My heart is slamming against my chest and I look around to the others. We all step away from our bikes and without speaking a word, we clear the shanty.

Bones’ guy is dead in the middle of the room, his cell phone still in his pocket when Bones checks.

“Fuck,” Bones shouts.

“Load the bodies inside, burn the place down,” Dragon growls.

Dragon looks over to Bones, his eyes leveling his with a glare. He’s pissed, but even as shady as I think this whole thing was, I don’t think it was Bones’ fault. Not really. As much as I want to blame him, he lost a man in this, in trying to ensure that it was safe.

“No more,” Dragon murmurs. “Nothing like this again without bringing it up to me in advance.”

“Understood,” Bones croaks. “I didn’t think that any of this would go down.”

“Nobody could have guessed, especially since you did your due diligence, but without true intelligence like Worm, you can’t really know people’s moves, even then it’s not without risk.”

“Yeah,” Bones grunts.

It doesn’t take us long to load the bodies into the room. “What about the men that were left behind to burn the bodies on the highway?” I ask.

Dragon grins. “I sent Silver back a while ago. Got confirmation they’re in the fire as well.”

“Good.”

“Let’s go home. We were victorious when we didn’t even know we were going to be under attack. Let’s get back to our women and our club. I’m sure we have a lot of worried people back there.”

“I’m thinkin’ you’re probably right.”

I think about Pamela, about how I left her a note that I would be back soon. I think about leaving her sleeping in bed and how damn gorgeous she was in the early morning sunlight. I can’t even call her to make sure she’s okay, to make sure she ate something today.

Makes me sick that I did this, that I fucked up my life so badly that my club doesn’t even trust me with a cell phone. Shaking my head, I lift my hand and run my fingers through my hair, tugging on the ends.

“Called Gisele, Jailbait’s with her, has been all day. She’s going to stay there until we get back.”

“Thanks,” I say, turning to Coyote.

He grins. “Even if it was a shit day, it was a great fuckin’ day, brother.”

There’s that word again—brother.

Chapter Thirty-Six

JAGUAR

I’m tired, dirty, and fucking exhausted, fucking exhausted. Honest to shit, I wasn’t sure that I could ever be this tired in my whole fucking life, and yet, here I am. I don’t think that I could ever adequately describe just how goddamn bone tired I am.

Once all the guns have been cataloged at the Skulls clubhouse, we all head back to Eagar. The ride is uneventful, which is fucking perfect, because I have had just about enough drama-filled events to last me a lifetime.

When we reach the Eagar city limit sign, the men that don’t live or aren’t staying at the clubhouse, peel off and head home. The rest of us make our way to the clubhouse. I have one mission and one mission only, to get to my woman.

Riding through the gates, Coyote beside me and a few other men in front of me, we ride directly up to the front of Coyote’s place. It’s dark, save for the single porch light that is on to guide us in.

Coyote goes first and unlocks the door, he doesn’t have to invite me to follow him, I do without him saying a single word. The house is dark save for the blue light that comes from the living room. There we find the women. They’re each curled into a ball, a blanket covering them and they’re passed out.

Coyote walks straight toward his woman and slides his arms beneath her body. She gasps as her eyes open, then they turn lazy.

“Coen,” Gisele breathes.

He bends his head and touches his mouth to the tip of her nose before he turns to look back at me.

“House is locked up, got a guest room with clean sheets. Go ahead and use it. It’s too fucking late to walk through the clubhouse. No sense in it.”

“Obliged,” I rumble.

Coyote jerks his chin in the direction of the guestroom and I dip my own before I turn to Pamela and slide my own arms beneath her sleeping body. Unlike Gisele, she doesn’t even flinch