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

Anger fills me, but not because I’m pissed off at her, more so because I’m angry for Mamba. He loves her, he’s had enough shit shoveled his way in his life. He deserves to live free and easy, to love the way he wants and to be accepted.

Maria said she accepted all of him, and now she doesn’t, when he has given her everything that he can.

She lied.

The betrayal burns.

I can’t stand the sight of her for a moment longer. Turning away from her, I leave, though not as angrily as Mamba did. I’m not angry, not the way she probably thinks. I’m angry for Mamba, not for me.

SHELBY

Day in.

Day out.

The same thing, every single day.

I come to work, I take orders, and I deliver the food that people order to their table. I hate it. I hate every second of my life in this small town. I want out, and at this point I don’t care how that happens.

I’m going to do whatever I can, the first chance I get.

It doesn’t matter what the opportunity is, I’m going to hold on with both hands.

I have this huge hole inside of me, something that I don’t think could ever be filled. At the exact same time, I feel like I’m being choked harder and harder each day that I stay here.

Chapter One

MAMBA

Going on this run is what I need. What Gator and I need. Maria, Gator, and I tried to reconnect in so many different ways over the last few months, but none of it mattered, because she was already gone before we even tried.

Going to California to pack up Avah’s shit didn’t do anything but put a Band-Aid on what the truth of it was—we were over.

Sitting in the little diner in Oregon, can’t help but notice the little waitress who keeps watching me, her eyes scanning our group, no doubt fascinated by these men in jeans and leather. She’s a hot little number, but a woman is the last thing that we need right now.

What we need to do is finish off the Donkey Punchers, go home, and figure out the future, if there is anything to truly figure out. Maybe Maria is right. Maybe Gator and I just need to be with one another, perhaps a third person is too much for us.

Fuck if I know.

Just when I thought I finally had my life figured out, like shit was finally going our way, this happens. Shaking my head, I join back into the conversation happening around me.

“Have we had enough feel-good shit? I’m ready to kill some motherfuckers,” I growl at the same time I hear a gasp.

That sweet waitress is standing right behind Dragon, and I can’t help but smirk in her direction. To anyone else, the expression she’s wearing on her face would appear to be horror, but I see a lot of myself inside of her with just one glance.

She’s not horrified, she’s intrigued.

Chuckling, I shift from my seat. “I got this,” I purr, not taking my eyes off of her.

Making my way toward her, I know that Gator will soon follow. This little girl is looking for some fun. I watch as he walks over to her. She shakes her head, her face draining of all color as I approach.

When Gator finally arrives at my side, we usher the girl out of the building. We have to help her forget that she heard anything at all. She backs away from us, rounding the corner and then slams against the dirty stucco wall of the building with a thud.

She lifts her head, her big green eyes finding mine and her lips parting, I can see that she is anything but scared. The way her nostrils flare, the way she trembles, it’s not with fear, it’s with desire.

“Mamba,” Gator warns.

I hum, tilting my head to the side, my gaze never leaving hers. “She isn’t scared, are you, doe?”

“Doe?” she asks on a whisper.

Looking down at her chest, I watch as her tits strain in her low-cut tank top, the way they push out with every heavy breath she breathes. They’re begging to be released, to be in my fucking mouth. Licking my lips, I lift my eyes to meet hers again.

“You look like a sweet little doe, caught in our headlights, but you’re not scared. You’re curious, just like the doe, aren’t you?”

She nods her head once, slowly, her green gaze focused on mine. I hear the bike engines start up in the near distance, but I ignore them, because this little doe has every fucking ounce of my attention.

“Do you want to satisfy that curiosity?” I ask. “I know I do.”

I am curious too. Curious if she would take both of us the way we are, or if she would be too nervous, too scared for two men at the same time. Something tells me that this little doe would fit nicely between us.

SHELBY

My breath hitches.

These men are dangerous.

No, they are beyond dangerous.

I don’t even think that they make a word for what they are. Not only in general, but to me as well.

The vocal one, he has me pinned to the wall, the heat from his body pouring off of him, coming through my own clothes. I can’t look away from him, I can’t look anywhere but his eyes. He’s spectacular.

The other one slowly prowls toward me, like he’s approaching a skittish animal. He stops to the side of his friend and without a word, reaches out to cup my cheek.

“Mamba,” he murmurs.

“Yeah,” the main guy grunts, his name must be Mamba, or at least that’s what he’s called.

“What is happening?” I breathe.

I flick my gaze back and forth between them and watch as their lips curve up into grins. “Want to play, little doe?” the softer spoken one asks.

“Play?” I exhale.

They both chuckle, I have a feeling I know what they’re asking, but I want to make sure it’s what I