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

“Okay,” I offer.

“Want to celebrate some more.”

My thighs tremble with his words. We’ve already had sex twice tonight. I’m not sure if I could go again, but with each step toward the clubhouse, I realize that my desire grows as well. I could go again, and again, and again—as long as he’s the man that I’m with.

We slip back into our room to do just that—celebrate.

Stretching, I can’t believe I’ve slept in. I know it’s late too, I can feel the warm sun on my body through the window. I haven’t even opened my eyes yet. My body was so exhausted from the party cleanup yesterday that I came to bed last night and just passed out.

Turning to my side, I finally force my eyes to open and I smile at the small piece of paper on the pillow next to mine.

Dylan may not have told me that he loves me yet, but he shows me daily. He leaves me sweet notes when he’s gone before I wake up. He brings me lunch when he can, and even a milkshake if he makes a trip to town, knowing that I have been craving sweets like crazy.

Sunny,

Have to work all day. Won’t be around. Don’t worry. Be back later. Modular gets delivered this weekend. Can’t wait to move in together.

-D

I shiver as if a blast of cold has rushed through me. Something doesn’t sit well with me, instantly. I just have that gut feeling that something isn’t right. Sitting up, I throw my legs over the side of the bed and rush to the bathroom.

Immediately I’m sick. As I am every morning. Once I’ve cleaned up, showered, and dressed, I attempt to go down to the bar.

Another wave of nausea stops me and I have to brush my teeth again. Trying to keep myself from doing it again, I stand with my eyes closed and take a few calming deep breaths. When I finally feel like my stomach is calm enough that I can leave the room, I start to head toward the bar again.

I make it on the third attempt.

Pinkie isn’t in her usual place behind the bar, she’s also not in her second normal place, which is the kitchen. I can’t even begin to call her Alyssa, that is the past and I think we both need the future, so she’ll be Pinkie and I’m good with that.

The entire place is oddly empty and I frown as I look around for a friendly face, anyone would do really, even a clubwhore.

Licking my lips, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I look around the room. Slowly, I make my way toward the back door, holding my breath the entire way. There are only a couple bikes in the lot and I find that just as strange as the bar being empty.

Deciding that I can’t stand around here and wonder a second longer, I head toward Gisele and Coyote’s place. I know I haven’t really talked to her much since Dylan got angry with me about hanging out with her, but I can’t stay away, not when I’m freaking the hell out.

Lifting my hand, I start to knock, but the door swings open and I’m met with Gisele. Her hair is as wild as her eyes. I blink a few times, but I don’t even get a chance to open my mouth to ask her what is going on when she reaches out, wraps her fingers around my wrist, and tugs me inside of the house before slamming and locking the door behind me.

“What is happening?” I demand.

She shakes her head, her eyes wide. “I don’t know, but it’s not good. The guys went flying out of here like a bat out of hell,” she snaps. “I saw you on my security camera.”

“What the hell is going on? Do you know anything? Where is Pinkie?” I demand, my entire body trembling in fear.

I can’t have just gotten her back to have her ripped away from me. We haven’t even had a chance to connect as friends, yet, not nearly enough.

She shakes her head. “I don’t know anything. Coen ran out of here like he was on fire, told me to lock up. I’ve been keeping my phone close, but he hasn’t texted and I don’t want to bother him and distract him.”

“I thought war was all said and done, that everything was good,” I breathe.

She chuckles. “War is never done. There is always someone else ready to come after you, if you have something worth taking and we do, babe. Right here, this entire place, these men, they have something everyone wants.”

“What’s that?” I whisper.

Her lips curve up into a grin. “They have happiness, babe. They have a good income, they have respect, good women, and loyalty. People kill for a lot less.”

“I’m scared,” I whisper.

The smile dies on her lips and she nods her head. “I am too. But we have one another, so let’s just focus on that. Have you eaten?”

JAGUAR

It’s supposed to be a quick and easy job. We’re supposed to ride to the Sinister Skulls clubhouse and provide protection for a shipment of guns going to Albuquerque.

It’s not something any of us would normally do, but it’s a favor that we’re doing. A marker of sorts. The club is a friendly one, and they’ve promised a clear ride from Quemado to the clubhouse in Albuquerque.

I don’t have a good gut feeling about any of this.

Everyone is on edge, the club is rolling to New Mexico in full force. I think about Pamela and hope that she’s getting some rest. Maybe I’ll even be home before she wakes up.

This trip should be a quick one. Three hours there and back, since we left at five in the morning, we should be home by lunch.

When we arrived to Quemado, we don’t even get off of our bikes. Dragon lifts his hand to Bones and he does the same before they roll out