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

jerks his chin. “Shit’s going down. We fucked with the Beasts, we need to get going. Heard news that they’re traveling this way.”

“Yeah?” I ask.

He nods his head a few times. “Yeah, took them long enough. Got worried they were going to completely puss out.”

I almost laugh in his face. The Savage Beasts do not puss out. They plan. It took them longer, as usual, because of me, but the Punchers don’t know that. They don’t know shit, actually. What they are, are pieces of shit who steal, sell, and abuse women.

Riot barks at a couple of men to go and get Pamela ready. Meaning he wants her naked and strapped to a table, something I’ve discovered he only does when a girl is not particularly excited about her fate of being gang banged.

Two men run past me and I freeze for a moment. But, I can’t stand out here and do nothing. I also can’t just let her get raped, not like that. I swore to myself that I was going to save her. I have been working with Dragon all this time to keep her from going through this shit.

This is my one shot at redemption.

Fuck.

“What about the women?” I ask Riot, trying to stall as much as I can to keep Pamela safe

I know for a fact that there are women in the basement. One is missing, this is because I let Maci Marshall go, I handed her over to the Savage Beasts to do what they wished with her. It was all a big attempt to get inside of the Beasts’ clubhouse, and it worked, until it didn’t.

The Donkey Punchers started this war, but the Savage Beasts are going to end it and I’m going to fucking help them and enjoy every second of it.

“What about them?”

I stare at him, surely, he can’t mean to just leave them there locked in the basement?

“We need to load them up, yeah?”

He snorts. “Cunt is a dime a dozen, Dylan. The sooner you learn that, the better. We’ll find a new home, get a new bunch of snatch. It’s all good, man.”

I don’t argue with him too hard, knowing that the Savage Beasts will save them. The Beasts may not be completely legal, but they don’t hurt innocent women, not if they can help it. They’ll save those girls, I know it without a doubt.

“Where we going?” I ask, not only trying to stall but also trying to get as much information as possible.

He looks at me, then behind my shoulder before he shifts his gaze back to me again. “Shame. They’re all virgins. Oh, well. Got too many guns to grab them too.”

I don’t say anything, my heart slamming against my chest. I’m stalling as much as I fucking can, at the same time, I want to make sure that Pammy gets out of this fucking hellhole before it’s too late.

Instead of trying to beg him to take the women, I shrug a shoulder and clear my throat. The noise causes him to shift his gaze back over to me. The look in his eyes shifts from dazed to almost alert. Then he jerks his chin again.

“We’re going to Oregon. It’s close by and we can hide out in the woods. Got a cabin in a little town on the coast. Middle of nowhere, it’s a good place to hide out, regroup and gather.”

“Gather?” I ask.

I know what he’s saying. I know exactly what he’s referencing, but I’m stalling and as much as I don’t want to hear the words, I push it anyway. I want to take as long as I possibly can. I want Riot and these fucks to get what they deserve.

I want them to suffer.

“Women. Some of the Old Ladies are packing up their houses, so the brothers will have their tail, but we’re a clubhouse and we need bitches.”

Looking down at my feet, I lift my gaze and look up at him. He’s still looking past me at the clubhouse with a faraway gaze in his eyes. He looks as if he’s remembering something and then he starts to speak and I just hope that this is enough stalling.

“You know, her mother was a hot fucking piece of ass, too. She was a cunt, but fuck me, her snatch was premium. Got her too hooked on dope though, fucked with her head too much.”

“Fucked with her head?”

He clears his throat. “We share, at least when it’s good we share. You see that, yeah?”

I cough and nod. “Yeah.” Then I say something that makes my stomach turn. “It’s one of the reasons I love this club so much. I’m down with that shit, for sure.”

He smirks. “Yeah, it’s fucking phenomenal, right? The bitch couldn’t deal, not without being high, then she couldn’t deal with life without being high. It was too much, but what really ended it? The reason I strangled her and killed her ass?”

“Hmm?”

He leans forward as if he’s telling me some big secret. It’s something that should be kept a secret, all right, the sick fuck.

“She wanted to keep Pamela away from me. Can you imagine? I knew what Pamela was going to look like. Even at seven, she was a knockout. I couldn’t keep that from my brothers, how goddamn selfish would that be? The bitch tried to tell me she’d run away, take her from me, keep her from me. So, I killed her.”

The way he talks about killing his Old Lady, it’s so nonchalant, it confirms for me that without a doubt this man has zero conscience.

“Selfish cunt,” I spit, hating myself for saying the words, even when I don’t mean them.

“No fuckin’ shit. This is why I like you, Dylan. You got your priorities in line. You’re good, man.”

“Go on and get in line to get your piece of Pamela, you deserve it brother. You’ve earned your shot. I’ll be right inside, gotta secure these guns first.” Knowing that the Beasts are on their way, I jerk