UnScrew Me (Savage Beast MC Book 1)

by Hayley Faiman

  “Who are you and what are you talking about?” Benjamin sneers.

  Clearing my throat, I smile at the man. “He means I’m dating a friend of his, Joel Hernandez,” I explain.

  Benjamin’s disgust is clear in his features when he looks over at me. “I thought I warned you that, that man was fucking trash?” he sneers.

  The man in front of me growls and takes a step forward. My legs move so that I take a step toward him, my shoulder bumping into his. “Who I date isn’t your business. I told you that, it hasn’t changed. It is very considerate for you to worry about my safety and such. However, we are not dating, we’ve never dated, nor will we ever date. So, as a friend, it is very considerate that you are concerned with my dating life, but honestly, you have no reason to comment on who I choose to live with or become involved with,” I calmly explain.

  I hear the man snort behind me and Benjamin’s face turns as red as an apple. “I really did think you were different. I can’t believe how wrong I was,” he snaps.

  Shaking my head, I level him with my gaze. “Funny, you turned out to be exactly how I thought you were at first impression,” I simply state.

  He makes a huffing noise and scurries away from the stranger and I. Turning to him, I tip my head back. “Thanks for that, I’m Presley,” I introduce, offering my hand in a shake.

  He shakes his head. “Eagle, and honest to fuck that was hilarious. I’d do it again in a heartbeat,” he grins. “But you gonna be okay with him all day?” he asks with a frown.

  I look back at the doors he walked through, then shift my gaze over to Eagle. “I should be. I spend most of my time in my classroom, to be honest. Now that Esther isn’t coming back, I don’t have a lot of friends on staff,” I admit with a shrug.

  He frowns then holds his hand out, palm up. “Hand me your phone. I’ll put my shit in just in case. What time do you leave?” he asks.

  I reach into my purse and dig out my phone, shifting it into his waiting palm before I answer. I explain that I have detention with Buster until about four-thirty then we will head straight home. “Okay,” he nods after his thumbs dance along my phone’s screen. “I’ll be here most of the day, just in case, then I’ll follow you home.”

  “Okay,” I nod.

  I don’t fight it, honestly, I wouldn’t. I’m jumpy and scared, especially out in public. I know that what happened with Karma was a special type of circumstance. It was not only a dark, empty road, it was also for a purpose. That doesn’t mean that it wasn’t traumatizing. That doesn’t mean that I’m comfortable being alone—anywhere, or that I ever will be.

  Eagle frowns, then smirks. “Can’t believe he let you take his baby. That cuda is something he hardly ever drives himself,” he informs.

  I look back at the bright shiny car, then shift my gaze to Eagle again. “It’s my dream car,” I admit.

  His eyes soften and his smirk turns into a smile. “You got it all, babe. A Savage Beast, a sweet dream car ride, best kid I’ve ever known, nice ass and gorgeous tits,” he winks.

  I open my mouth to say something in response, I’m not sure what. Eagle doesn’t let me though. He turns and walks away from me, toward his bike, the only bike in the parking lot. I watch him go, not because I’m ogling his ass, although it’s pretty nice, but because he’s kind of right.

  I do have it all, however, he forgot adventure. I guess adventure kind of comes with its traumas though. I’m just going to have to take the good with the bad. I nod to myself.

  No more thinking about that bullshit, from now on, it’s all about the good stuff.

  It’s all about the dream car, the man, the boy, and the adventure.

  SILVER

  The building in front of us looks like a replica of the warehouse we just left. It’s almost just as isolated, and almost just as dark. The only reason it isn’t, is because the sun is starting to peek out from the horizon as it begins to rise.

  “They’ll be here early?” I ask, turning my head to Karma.

  He lifts his chin. “He and the girls start at four in the morning, sharp,” he announces.

  Less than two minutes later a black Cadillac Escalade pulls up. It is tricked out, along with black limo tinted windows. We watch as a man exits the driver’s seat. He doesn’t open the backdoors of the car, but I watch four women slink out. They’re wearing what look like club dresses and if I had to guess they don’t have anything on underneath them.

  “That’s them,” Karma grunts.

  We watch them walk into the warehouse, close the doors behind them, then we make our way down there from the small hill we’ve been perched against. “Jag and Taz, take the back,” I call out on a hushed whisper.

  They lift their chins and I watch them walk around the back. Karma instructs one of his men to go with them and I nod in agreement. We continue forward and stop on either side of the door, hugging the metal walls.

  “I’ll knock,” Karma announces.

  He lifts his hand, balling it in a fist and pounds on the door three times, then waits a moment before pounding three more times.

  Something slithers up my spine. This just seems really too fucking convenient. Maybe I’m being paranoid, but the way this is all happening. It just feels, fucking wrong. I look over at Mountain and I think he’s feeling the same thing. His eyes shift from Karma to me, then back again. I lift my chin and he grunts.

  The door flies open and there stands the man who is Karma’s contact. Except he isn’t just Karma’s contact. He’s his goddamn brother. I would recognize him anywhere. It’s been years since I’ve seen him. Years since he ran off to the military and never came back.

  “Kade,” I grunt.

  He looks to me, then back at his brother. “What the fuck are you doing here, Karma? You couldn’t pay me on time, the last time you slithered over here, now you’ve brought the Beasts with you,” he frowns.

  I almost burst out laughing, obviously there’s no love lost there. “Our supplier suddenly met an untimely end,” I explain.

  Kade looks from Karma over to me. “Good God you look old, Joel,” he chuckles. “Fuck it, c’mon in you batch of unsightly fucking bastards,” he grumbles stepping to the side.

  I’m not surprised to see the four women stripped completely naked and walking around with bags of dope. I am surprised, however, to see that none of them look like crackwhores. They’re all curvy, soft, natural and pretty goddamn sexy.

  “My harem,” he chuckles. “They only fuck who I give them permission to fuck, so don’t get handsy,” he announces, looking over my shoulder at the men behind me.

  “We need to have a meeting,” Mountain explains.

  Kade looks from him to me. “I’ll meet, you,” he says pointing to Mountain, “And Joel, in my office,” he barks. “I want the rest of you fucks sitting right there where I can see you, including the ones who came in my back door. Ladies, follow me,” he calls out.

  This man is not the kid I remember. The kid I remember wasn’t this sharp, he wasn’t this strong in mind or body. This man is one who got out from beneath his father’s oppressive thumb and did something with himself, an illegal something, but I’m not one to judge another, it’s not like I’m on the up-in-up my fucking self.

  We walk behind Kade up a narrow metal staircase until we’re in a small office. One of the women walks right up to him as he sits behind his long desk. I watch as she sits her bare ass on his thigh, another girl joins her, sitting on his other thigh.

  Wordlessly the other two women sit right at the front of his desk. They’re on their knees, legs spread and head tipped. All four are a sight that I don’t think I’ve ever quite witnessed in my entire life. They’re fucking beautifully submissive.

  “Tell me how you ended up in cahoots with my brother,” Kade asks, immediately after his women are settled.

  I clear my throat, lifting my eyes to him and then I tell him the shortened, yet true version of the story. “A is gone, interesting,” he mutters.

  Mou
ntain looks at the man and asks him point blank. “Was your brother involved with A’s death? Was all this some big set up? Not that I’m sure we can trust you, but it doesn’t look like any love is lost between you both.”

  Kade lifts his hand, palming one of his women’s breasts before he slides it down her belly toward her center. Without being nudged, without a word, she simply spreads her thighs for him. I watch, all too interested in the journey his hand is making down her body and between her legs. Her head falls back, and she moans as he begins to play with her cunt.

  “I’m not a fan of my brother, but he is my brother. However, I loathed my father. Karma was slow in repaying me when I supplied him. He expected special treatment for being my blood relative. He didn’t understand that in this life, that shit doesn’t matter. This isn’t the MC, this isn’t a place where your brother, blood or not, is someone you back no matter what. This is all for one and one for all, and if you fuck up, you die,” he explains, his fingers continuing to play with the woman’s cunt on his lap.

  “You’re not being upfront,” I point out.

  He grins. I watch as he turns to the girl on his other thigh, he whispers something in her ear and then a moment later his hand is out of the first girl’s pussy, and the second girl slides onto her knees and has replaced her mouth where his fingers just have been occupied.

  “As you can see, I want for nothing,” he announces with a grin. “I have money, women, and a steady flow of clientele. Whatever Karma does is his business. He tried to work with me, and he failed. If he did something with A, I’m not sure. I do know that like myself, A had many enemies. If you need product, I can help you. Business is, however, only business. I will not bank on the Skulls moving a fucking thing though. If I do this, it will be with the Beasts,” he grunts.

  Glancing over to Mountain I tilt my head in question. He looks at Kade, then his bitches then back over to me. “I’ll read over your contract, and Silver will negotiate the price,” he offers.

  Kade grins. “Blue, fetch me a contract, baby,” he coos.

  I watch as one of the women stands from her place on the floor and walks over to his filing cabinet. She rifles through some papers then brings out a two page stapled document. She hands it over to Kade who glances at it, then instructs her to take it to Mountain.

  “Suck his cock while he reads over it, baby. If he’s got to read over boring shit, he might as well have fun while doing it,” he chuckles.

  She slowly walks toward Mountain and I watch as she slips the papers into his hand before she sinks to her knees. With quick fingers, she unbuckles his belt, unfastens his jeans and has his cock all the way down her throat before I can even blink.

  “Christ,” he hisses, lifting his hips. “Nice and slow baby so I can concentrate,” he instructs. She hums around him and works him slow, so fucking slow that my own balls ache at the sight.

  Kade clears his throat and my eyes move over to his. “Now, prices. How much do you need, and what do you need?”

  The next hour I explain exactly what I want, and we go back and forth between one another with bartering prices until we agree on terms. Mountain takes at least thirty minutes to read through a two-page contract and when he’s finished he comes down the girl’s throat so violently that his cum spills onto the floor because she can’t keep it down.

  Kade grins, standing from his seat. The two bitches that started out on his lap are cuddling on the floor after they’ve made one another come. The whole fucking room smells like sex and I’m so hard, that I can’t stand up immediately.

  “Red, take care of him. He’s one of our most important clients now, you know how we take care of them, don’t you?”

  The lone girl that is still kneeling on the floor stands. Her big brown eyes lift to mine and she makes her way toward me. The men and other women leave the room as she straddles my thighs. “Whatever you want,” she whispers as her lips touch the side of my neck.

  Lifting my hands to her waist, I squeeze. “No. I have a woman back home,” I grind out.

  It’s the first time I’ve ever had anyone waiting for me. I made promises to Presley. I don’t want to break them, not on my first real fucking run since we decided to be faithful. The woman, Red, tips her head to the side, her eyes taking me in.

  “I belong to Kade. I am his property. Is she not yours to do with as you please?” she asks.

  “She is,” I agree, grinding my teeth together.

  She leans forward, taking my hand from gripping the arm of the chair and places it between her legs. She’s fucking soaked, I groan as I feel just how goddamn wet she is. “He’ll be angry if I don’t satisfy you. Being an important client means carte blanche,” she breathes.

  Pinching my eyes closed, I see Presley in my mind. I can’t do this, not to her, not to us. I swore to her I’d fucking try. “He’ll know, and he’ll punish me,” she whimpers as she rubs her wet pussy on my still, open palm. She leans forward. “He’ll whip me. He’ll deny me pleasure. He’ll starve me.”

  Lifting my free hand, I wrap my fingers into the back of her hair and snap her neck back. “On all fours then, bitch,” I growl.

  “Yes,” she hisses.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  PRESLEY

  Buster has his head down, his eyes focused on his homework and I can’t help but watch him with a smile. In fact, the past couple of days have been some of my happiest. Buster and I, we have formed a friendship, a special bond. Although it may just be because I cook and bake for him. Even if that’s the case, I don’t even care. I enjoy having him around, and it’s been nice not to be alone.

  “Do you need any help?” I ask as I finish stuffing the last pork chop. I place the pan in the oven, washing my hands, then make my way over to him.

  He’s frowning as he lifts his eyes to mine. “When my dad messes up, you won’t leave, will you?” he asks, again.

  My heart leaps to my throat. I debate telling him that I can’t leave, that Joel has this plan to brand me, and there’s no way out of something that permanent. I don’t tell him that though, because I know myself. If I had enough reason to leave, I would, no matter what was burned into my skin.

  I frown and look at my shoes. The kidnap, the killings, those weren’t enough reasons to leave, what would be? I don’t even know the answer to that. I’ve never felt as strongly for someone as I do Joel. I don’t know what would make me leave him at this point.

  That thought in and of itself is completely terrifying. Could I forgive him of absolutely anything? The sad and scary part is that I probably would. What’s even worse is that Joel knows it too.

  “I’m not going anywhere anytime soon,” I say, giving Buster a smile.

  He narrows his eyes slightly as if he doesn’t quite believe me. I’m not sure that he should, but I’m also not sure that he shouldn’t. He doesn’t ask me any more questions, choosing rather to turn back to his school work. I decide to go back into the kitchen and finish making dinner.

  An hour passes. I check my phone every five minutes waiting, and hoping to hear from Joel. This morning he told me he would be home sometime today. Glancing at the clock on the stove, I sigh. It’s now six-thirty in the evening and I haven’t heard a peep from him.

  Plating our dinner, I carry it over to the table. Buster has finished his homework, packed it away in his binder and backpack and is now watching television.

  “Time to eat,” I call out. Dutifully, without any complaint at all, he turns the TV off and runs toward the table.

  He looks from his plate, then up to me, still standing in his spot. “You made all of this?” he asks. I smile and nod my head. “Just for a regular dinner,” he says his voice in a hushed whisper.

  “Just for a regular dinner,” I agree.

  He doesn’t lift his gaze from the plate, but I hear his whispered, “Wow,” before he sits down.

  I can’t wipe the smile off of my face as I join him, sitting next to him and we begin to eat. His food is gone in less
than ten minutes and he asks me if he can have more. I glance down at my phone, noticing that Joel still hasn’t contacted me.

  “Go ahead,” I say.

  I bite the corner of my lip, deciding I need to possibly double all of my recipes. If Joel were here, there definitely wouldn’t be enough food. I guess it’s a good thing he hasn’t shown up, yet.

  Buster shoves a spoonful of stuffing into his mouth. “He won’t be here until tomorrow morning. He always parties the day he comes back,” he informs me.

  Lifting my eyes from my phone to him, I frown. He wouldn’t, would he? Not with me being here, surely. Not with the way he left so suddenly after having me pack a bag. “You can call Trista to watch me if you want to go down there,” Buster suggests.

  My eyes snap up to his and I shake my head. “Thanks,” I smile. “I have to work in the morning, and you have school. We’re going to finish our dinner, then our cookies, then go to bed.”

  Buster nods, but he looks at me with an almost pitying glance. Shit. An eight-year-old pities me. That’s just pathetic. I decide to shake it off. I’ll be contacting Joel tonight if I don’t hear from him before I go to bed.

  I knew deep in the recesses of my mind that this is what he was going to do. That he was going to ultimately use me as a babysitter. I knew it and I believed his promised lies. His smooth words and his fantastic dick.

  I’m letting orgasms control my decisions, and my heart, and that is not good. I’m better than that, if he is out partying like Buster suggests, I know that I deserve better. I deserve a man who when he’s gone for three days, can’t wait to come home to me. To see me, hug me, kiss me. Not someone who thinks of me as a second thought, not someone who thinks of his own child as one, either.

  Once dinner is cleaned up, dessert is consumed, Buster showers and I tuck him into bed. I shower and get ready for bed myself, that’s when I slide between the sheets of the bed and hold my phone in my fingers. It feels like a ten pound brick in my hand, weighing me down.