UnCage me (Savage Beast MC Book 8), Hayley Faiman [good books to read for women txt] 📗

he wants, instead I keep my focus on the absolute fucking nightmare that is about to ensue. He wants to gauge my reaction, if I break contact with what’s happening, that will be a test that I fail.

He wants to make sure that I am just as sick and depraved as they are, all of them. I can play that game, the long game, and I will. If it means sacrificing my soul a little more, then that’s fine, as long as the endgame is these fucks burn.

The girl lays down, her body completely on display and without hesitation, she spreads her thighs. Riot’s attention leaves me and shifts to her and her nakedness. I watch as he strips his own clothes, then begins.

She screams as he ruts. Then he comes inside of her before he steps to the side. Demo steps up to her, and I hear a female gasp beside me. Shifting my gaze, I look over to see Riot’s daughter is staring in horror as Demo fucks his own daughter in front of the club as the other men get in line and cheer.

Tears fill her eyes. I can’t watch. It’s one thing to see a Puncher brother fuck this poor girl, it’s another thing to see her own father assault her. I can’t do it, as much of a bastard as I am, this is the sickest shit I have ever been a witness to in my entire life. My fists clench in anger and disgust.

Riot’s daughter’s gaze flicks to mine and I watch as tears drop down her cheeks.

“I’m next,” she breathes.

THE NEXT DAY

PAMELA

Bringing my legs up to my chest, I rest my cheek on my knee and look out at the back area of the clubhouse, but I’m not seeing anything. There are trees and greenery all around me, but I can’t see anything.

The only thing I can see is Megan being fucked by my father and her own. Then I replace her body with my own and tears leak from my eyes. I can’t stop myself. I can’t hold it back. The tears fall and they won’t stop because I’m next.

I. Am. Next.

There is a noise next to me, and I pinch my eyes closed before I wipe the tears away and look over to the man sitting next to me. It’s the same one from last night. The prospect, the new guy. I don’t know his name, but he’s watching me, and I can’t quite read him.

I’m not sure if he’s good or pretending to be good. My firsthand knowledge of the Donkey Punchers men, prospect or member-only, includes one type of man.

The bad ones.

“Name’s Dylan,” he says, introducing himself.

“Pamela,” I exhale.

His eyes. I knew it the other day when I saw them, but up close it’s even worse. You could get lost inside of them, in the depths of them. He’s beautiful, but he’s also extremely damaged. He’s lost and this isn’t the place a man can be found, not in this club.

“Pamela?”

Shrugging a shoulder, I watch him, unable to take my eyes off of his. “Pamela. It’s a stupid name.”

Dylan lifts his hand, cupping my cheek, but the contact doesn’t last for long. His hand drops almost as immediately as he touches me. I miss his touch instantly. I only had it for a moment, but I want more.

“It’s not. But Pammy. Fits.” He chuckles, lifting his lips into a grin.

Pammy.

Why do I like that so much?

“I need to go,” I say, clearing my throat.

“Yeah.”

“He lets you leave?”

How does he know? How does he know the way my father is? He hasn’t been here long enough to really know anything. Yet, he sees. I should feel uneasy, but I don’t, not when it comes to him and I’m confused as all hell about it too.

“Only to do Meals on Wheels,” I announce as I stand.

I walk away from him without looking back. I want to look back. I want to see him. I want to see if he’s watching me and the expression on his face. I want to see it all, but I deny myself because I know without a doubt that it is fake.

None of it is real.

He’s a prospect, he saw what happened and he’s still here. He’s just as evil as the patched members.

SEVEN MONTHS LATER

JAGUAR

Picking up the phone, I close my eyes as it rings. Hidden in the forest, I hope that nobody hears me, hears us.

“You got balls,” Dragon growls.

“Barely,” I snort.

I’ve been in contact with him for the past few months. After I discovered what exactly was going on here, I couldn’t just sit back. I had to call him, then I found out that he promised to supply the Punchers with girls. Thank fuck that didn’t happen, but Jesus fucking Christ, I was wondering if I knew my own goddamn brothers.

“Boys are getting itchy. They don’t want to wait. Got to admit, I want them off my goddamn plate.”

“Yeah, shit is so much worse than you could imagine.”

Then I explain to him what happens when the daughters turn eighteen. All of it. I tell him the details, all of the gory disgusting fucking details. He’s quiet for a long moment, not a single word is shared until I hear his growl.

“Fuck.”

“That’s about it,” I grunt.

“Two more months? Get her ass and bring her here. We’ll protect her.”

Clearing my throat, I look down at my shoes, spitting on the ground, I kick the dirt and shake my head. “You don’t think he’ll come lookin’ for her? He’ll come for her and he’ll kill everyone in his path. Can’t do that. Think I’ve done enough.”

“I’ll try to hold them off, but fuck me, I got men that are ready to blow that fuckin’ clubhouse to pieces.”

“Wouldn’t blame them at all. I want to do the right thing. I gotta save her.”

“You hard up for her?”

“Don’t know. All I know is looking at her in the eyes, she don’t want to