UnCage me (Savage Beast MC Book 8) by Hayley Faiman (e book reader pc txt) 📕

Pressing my lips together, I roll them around a few times, then bite the inside of my cheek, trying to keep from talking, to keep from asking questions, but I can’t help myself.

“Why?” I ask.

My tone is a little more demanding than it probably should be, but I can’t help myself. I want to know what is going on and why. I want to know if he’s in trouble and I want to protect him if he is. I don’t know why I feel this way, but I want to save Dylan from anything bad ever happening to him again.

“None of your business, but I can tell you’re one of those women who won’t let it go.”

“One of those women?” I snap.

His lips curve up into a smile. “Babe, yeah. Normally not my type, all that extra sass. I like ‘em sweet and compliant, but gotta say, after being around all the Old Ladies that the brothers have been claimin’ lately, can’t say I couldn’t use some sass in my life.”

Immediately, I think about what Gator said. That he wanted only Mamba, and I wonder if he could do that, be with just him. I wonder if I could ask him that. I bite the inside of my cheek again, deciding that I can’t. It’s not my place, no matter how badly I want them to be happy.

“He’s going to ask Jag to go on the run to Oregon with us. We all decided this afternoon that we wanted him to come along. He mentioned he wanted to originally, but nobody really confirmed or denied that he was going to join. Dragon’s doing that right now.”

Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I try really hard not to ask another question, but I can’t stop myself. Shifting from foot to foot, Mamba chuckles, his eyes are sparkling and I just blurt out my question.

“Are you guys going to let him back in?”

The sparkling humor leaves him and something dark crosses his face. I shouldn’t have asked. I shouldn’t have said a word. I wish that I could stuff the words back inside of my mouth, swallow them and pretend that I never said them.

He shakes his head slowly. “Not anytime soon. What he did, it don’t get erased that easily.”

“I’m just worried about him,” I admit.

“Yeah? Why?”

Shrugging a shoulder, I realize that I shouldn’t have even said a single thing. I should have just jumped for joy when he said that they were letting him go to kill my father. I shouldn’t have dug any deeper or said anything else.

“I think he misses everyone, he’s worried about the future.”

Mamba hums but doesn’t say anything. Instead, he reaches out and wraps his fingers around my bicep, squeezing gently. “Don’t worry, babe. Things work out the way they were meant to.”

I want so badly to ask him about Gator, but I decide against it. Knowing that I need to filter myself better. It’s hard when you’ve never been around people that you feel comfortable and free with before.

I find that my filter has disappeared, I’m no longer terrified to even look at someone let alone speak, so now I’m just letting my words fly out of my mouth. Mamba, thankfully, doesn’t say anything else, and a few moments later I watch as Dylan walks back into the bar.

He doesn’t come straight to me though, instead, he walks toward the bar. I watch him, thinking that he’s just going to grab a beer and then head my way, but he doesn’t. Instead, he stands at the bar, his forearms resting against the top as he leans forward.

I don’t move, trying not to get upset that he’s just standing there. He doesn’t need to be with me every second of every day, but there is something strange about this. He’s been by my side since I walked in here, his hand on some part of my body all night and now he’s avoiding me.

A girl scoots up beside him and he turns to her. He smiles at something she says and responds. Jealousy fills my body, it’s ugly and nasty, it curls around inside of me and slithers throughout my entire body.

“Ain’t no thing, babe,” a deep voice says, sliding his arm around me.

I can’t really hear, not with the blood rushing and pounding in my ears. I can’t rip my eyes away from the scene in front of me either, to see who is standing next to me.

“You’re really pissed, ain’t ya?”

I recognize the voice now. It’s Coyote. Tearing my gaze away from Dylan and the whore. I don’t really even know her name, she’s been in the other room of girls. I don’t know any of them. I try to stay away, mainly because I don’t know how to be friends with people, and also, because they’ve all surely fucked Dylan, and being friendly with Pinkie and Della, who have both fucked him, is about all I can handle.

“Jealous,” I sigh, looking at him. “I shouldn’t be.”

“Yeah, you should,” he says with a chuckle. “That’s your man, yeah?”

I shrug a shoulder. “Is he?”

Coyote shakes his head. “He is. Right now, he’s bein’ a dumb shit. We’ve all been there, multiple times. But maybe you go up there and stake your claim before shit goes down that the both of you regret.”

Thinking about his words, I wonder if I should. Then I decide that I won’t. If he’s going to do something he regrets, then he’s not the man I thought he was. Then he hasn’t changed, and he deserves that whore. I haven’t been claimed by anyone, I’m still free to leave if I so choose.

“I think I’m going to bed,” I announce.

Coyote watches me for a moment, letting his arm fall from my shoulders. He makes a tsking sound of disapproval, but I leave anyway. I walk straight toward the room that I share with Pinkie and two other whores.

If Dylan wants me, wants more, wants what he claims, then