UnScrew Me (Savage Beast MC Book 1)

by Hayley Faiman

  I jerk my head back. I open my mouth to speak, but a voice from the back of the room interrupts me.

  “What the fuck did you do, you stupid cunt?” he booms.

  Savanna’s face pales, her eyes widen and fill with tears. Making his way toward the front of the room, I watch Hawk walk straight up to her. Dragon grunts checking my shoulder with his own. Turning my head, I look over to him.

  “I called him earlier. I knew something was up. I knew he could get to her,” I mumble.

  Dragon chuckles. “You’re fuckin’ ruthless brother.”

  “What I am is sick of her fuckin’ shit,” I state.

  Hawk turns to me, he lifts his chin. “She don’t talk, get creative,” he growls.

  Savanna jerks, making the chair move. “He’s a nobody. Just some guy who was looking to make some money. He’s just a dealer, I was telling him about your operation. The parts I knew. He wanted in on it, wanted to be your supplier. I knew that you’d never leave A,” she rambles, singing like a fucking bird.

  All three of us stare at her. I’m stunned by how much she knows. She shouldn’t know three-quarters of this shit. Dragon takes a step forward.

  “Who told you this, any of it?” he demands.

  She closes her eyes, then lifts them up to him, shifting her gaze to me as if to implicate me in her shit. I shake my head. “I didn’t tell you dick, bitch. You better not even try to play that game,” I point out.

  Her eyes close again, and when she reopens them, she looks fucking pissed off. “You dumb shits talk. All someone has to do is listen at the right times, and be in the right places.”

  “So you did to them what you did to me. You stalked and spied?”

  We’re all quiet at Hawks accusation. “Hawk?” I ask.

  He turns his head. “Convinced I was fuckin’ everything with tits. Followed me around, stalked me, even on runs. I knew it wouldn’t end, no matter what she did or didn’t find. I also knew it would be a problem for the club. I left, it was easier that way,” he shrugs.

  “You should have told us,” Dragon barks. “You should have told us everything.”

  Hawk nods, lifting his hand and wrapping it around the back of his neck. “Mother of my kid, that’s all I could think about. I knew what would happen to her. I couldn’t let that happen. I figured she’d be okay if I was gone, if she couldn’t find me anymore.”

  Dragon turns his head, spitting onto the ground. “We’ll deal with you once this is done,” he announces.

  Hawk nods, releasing his hand from his neck. “Your guy, he’s your dealer?” I guess, looking to Savanna.

  “Yeah,” she admits. I should have guessed it years ago. I should have known. I was too fucking blinded by her, by my lust for her to see it. “He’ll be good, he’ll be fair. You have to use him,” she practically begs.

  “What, so you can get free blow?” I ask with a chuckle.

  Her mouth parts slightly, her eyes widening and then I watch her lick her lips. Fuck. That is it. This dumb bitch. “You were going to kidnap my son and use him to force me to work with your dealer. The guy who killed A?” I ask.

  She sneers, leaning forward. “It worked for Karma. He took that bitch, he fucked her mouth and you’re working with him.”

  I take a step forward, wrapping my hand around the front of her throat. “First off, you know she wasn’t branded. He didn’t kill my supplier, he offered us a solution to our problem, one you fucking created. Second, he took his punishment like a man for that shit. I don’t want to forgive him, and I probably never will, however, I can make my peace with him for the good of the club.”

  Savanna makes a choking noise as my fingers squeeze her a little harder. I could kill her in seconds. It would be too quick of a death. I want it to last a little longer. “Who is your contact?” Dragon demands as I squeeze her neck.

  She chokes again, and Hawk wraps his hand around my shoulder, jerking me back. “She can’t say who it is if she’s already dead,” he chuckles.

  Taking a step back, I flex my fingers a few times. I want to kill her. I want her dead. I want to watch her fucking suffer.

  “He’s at my house. He’s been living there the past month,” she rasps.

  I hear Dragon on his phone in the background, but my head gets light. Her house. The place I helped her take care of, the place I took Buster to anytime he was sick and asked for help. The place that I was almost as comfortable in as my own. That fucking place. The place she raised her daughter. The place her daughter still lives.

  “You let some scum dealer live under the same roof as your daughter?” I growl.

  Hawk’s chest rumbles, it’s low, but it’s an ugly sound. Savanna ignores the obvious tension in the room and chooses that moment to shrug. “The little bitch has been a drain for years. Figured he could find something for her to be useful with when he got the job.”

  Hawk turns to me, slowly. “Leave, Silver. Turn around and leave. I’m going to handle this one on my own.” His tone is lethal, not to be defied, but I almost tell him to fuck off and stay. I don’t. I have a kid and woman upstairs that I need to make sure are safe.

  “Make it hurt,” I spit.

  A slow grin appears on his lips. “Oh I guarantee she’ll be begging for death before I’m finished with her,” he chuckles.

  Turning my back on them, I hear Savanna let out a shrill scream. I ignore her. Nobody upstairs will hear her, either. Her screams are fruitless. In fact, they make me chuckle. I know I’m a bastard. I’ve never pretended to be something I’m not. You don’t mess with my boy, not ever.

  You don’t fuck with your teenage daughter and you sure as shit do not fuck with my woman, and you never fuck with the Savage Beasts. All of these things Savanna thought she could get away with. In the end, the man she loved so fucking much, or at least obsessed over. He’s going to be the one to ultimately end her. Seems fucking fitting.

  I don’t go to Presley. I have no doubt she’s completely passed out by now. Instead, I make my way to my son and Trista. I’m going to need to warn her about what’s going to happen, and that her father may possibly be back.

  Knocking on the door, I pause when I hear hushed voices. Taz yanks the door open, his brows knitting together, but that isn’t what has my lips twitching. It’s the fact he’s got pink lipstick on his mouth. “Wipe that shit off your face. I need to talk to Trista,” I mumble.

  He lifts his hand to his face and wipes, then looks down at his palm. “Shit,” he smirks.

  He skirts past me and I tell him not to go too far. He lifts his chin and jogs away, presumably to grab a beer or two. Trista’s back is to me. My eyes shift over to the bed and see that Buster is passed out asleep.

  “Turn around,” I murmur. Trista turns, and she has tears swimming in her eyes. “Ain’t gonna ask you a thing. All I’m going to say is that Hawk is down there. Your mom has confessed to the shit she’s been scheming about, so her future don’t look so bright. I’m warning you, because I think you need the warning. I’m also offering my place if you want to stay with me, Presley, and Buster.”

  She nods, attempting to process what I’ve just laid out for her. “I hope the bitch goes slowly,” she spits. “You and Presley and Buster need time together, I don’t want to stand in the way of that.”

  “Get you set up in a place, babe,” I offer.

  She nods. “I’ll definitely take you up on that,” she says.

  “You need to talk?” I ask.

  She wipes her tears away and shakes her head. “I don’t. What I need is to get away from this entire club. I don’t want to be here anymore, nowhere near it,” she whimpers.

  “You want that. You got it babe, but make sure it’s for the right reasons,” I offer. “You can run away from it all, but you can’t run away from yourself. You’re Trista, it’s who you are and this club it will always be part of you.”

  She sighs, closing her eyes then reopening them. “I just want to be free for a while,” she exhales.


  I nod. “Then you got it. Tell me who to pay your rent to and I’ll set it up.”

  She throws her arms around my neck, hugging me. “I’ll always love you, Silver. You’re my dad,” she hiccups.

  I wrap my arms around her, holding her close to me as well. “Yeah, darlin’. I feel the same fuckin’ way,” I choke out.

  We talk for a while. She tells me that she’s always dreamed of going out to California, to Los Angeles. I ask if she’s sure she wants to be with those weirdo hippies, but it only makes her laugh. Then I reach for her, wrapping my hand in hers and make her swear that she’ll call me if she ever needs help.

  “Never be too prideful to ask for help, Trista,” I murmur.

  She smiles softly. “Never,” she agrees.

  Leaving her and Buster, I make my way back to my bed. It’s almost Saturday.

  Today, I’m spending the day with my woman and my son, as a family.

  Today, I’m proposing to Presley.

  Today, is the real start to my life.

  It’s only taken me forty-five years to find the life I’ve always dreamed about but never thought possible. Yeah, it’s been a long fuckin’ wait, but it’s also been fuckin’ worth it. Every painful moment. Every single fucking one.

  Having Presley at one side, and Buster on the other. Fuck, this is what dreams are made of and if I’m lucky she’ll give me even more babies, even more beauty, and even more fulfilled fucking dreams.

  Epilogue

  TWO MONTHS LATER

  PRESLEY

  “Okay students. I have an assignment for you over the holiday break,” I announce.

  The entire room groans, including Buster. I smile because there’s no way I’m giving them homework. I’m getting married in two days and the last thing I want to do right after I get back from my honeymoon is grade papers.

  “The assignment is extremely important,” I say. “I want each one of you to...” I stall. I look right at Buster and I smile. “Have fun,” I call out.

  They cheer as the bell rings and I watch as they all shuffle out of my class with their hands waving. Buster doesn’t move from his seat, his eyes are on me, then they shift over to my neck where I know my brand is hidden beneath my hair. Slowly his eyes move down to my ring, and then a smile breaks out onto his face.

  “In two days you’re gonna be my mom,” he announces.

  I look from him to my ring. A cushion cut diamond with a halo of smaller diamonds surrounding the center. It’s stunning, classical and breathtaking. It looks nothing like Joel, but it is one hundred percent me and my style. How he figured me out so easily, I’ll never know.

  I asked him once and he told me it was easy as fuck. He just told Trista to pick something. He said he looked at the three rings she chose, found mine, told them to upgrade the center diamond and that’s my ring. He still nailed it, even with Trista’s help.

  “I’m already your mom,” I smile.

  He dips his head, a smile playing on his lips. “Yeah,” he sighs.

  I watch as he packs his things, then I do the same. We leave the classroom, and I wrap my arm around his shoulder as we walk down the hallway together.

  Benjamin almost runs into me, and he rocks back on his heels. “Uh, I’m sorry,” he whispers.

  I watch him turnabout and run away. He’s been oddly absent since our last run-in a few months ago. I haven’t questioned it since it was kind of nice not to have to deal with him anymore, until now. Buster snickers next to me and I know his father has something to do with this.

  I squeeze his shoulder as I guide him out to the parking lot. We walk toward my car. I smirk at the sight of the SUV that Joel demanded I let him buy for me. I tried to tell him no but he wouldn’t have it at all. I have a feeling he didn’t want me stealing his cuda, something that could have been a real possibility, I love that car.

  I hit the button on my key fob, watching the white Toyota 4Runner lights blink and I open the driver’s door. Buster runs around to the other side and climbs inside.

  “Are you excited to meet my parents tonight?” I nervously ask. Buster grunts, sounding way too much like his father. “They’re going to love you,” I say.

  He turns his head to look out the window, obviously a little anxious. I’m not nervous at all about my parents meeting him, they’re excited to have a grandchild. I know my mother is going to absolutely love him. Joel on the other hand, I’m not so sure about. I know once they get past his rough exterior, his crass words and his overall gruffness they will like him—eventually.

  I pull the SUV into the driveway, parking it in front of the garage. I don’t turn it off right away. Reaching over to Buster’s leg, I wrap my fingers around his knee and squeeze. He turns his head to me, a sad smile on his lips.

  “They will love you, I promise,” I whisper.

  His smile widens a touch. “I’ve never had grandparents. I don’t even know what they do,” he says.

  Closing my eyes slowly, I lean over and press my forehead against his. “Their whole purpose in life is to love you, Buster. They spoil you with presents, hugs, and sugar, then they send you home to us,” I grin.

  Buster smiles, it’s genuine this time and reaches his eyes. “They won’t care that I’m not really their grandkid?” he asks.

  “They’ll love you the way I do,” I assure him.

  It must be enough reassurance. He leans forward, pressing his lips to my cheek then slides out of the car. I watch him bound into the house, seeming much more at ease. The door to my car is wrenched open. I turn my head to the side and my heart skips a beat.

  “Cariña,” Joel murmurs. He leans over and brushes his lips across my own. “Two days,” he reminds me softly.

  Lifting my hand to curl around the back of his neck, I sigh into his mouth. He swallows the sound before his tongue fills me. The kiss is hot, wet, and way too short. He rests his forehead against my own, inhaling and exhaling heavily.

  “I can’t wait,” I breathe.

  He chuckles, his eyes smiling as he takes a step back. I watch him, he looks absolutely beautiful. In two days, this man is going to be my husband. This life, although scary as hell, is truly what I’d always been looking for.

  This is my adventure.

  I’m sure not many people understand why I would choose this man, living the life he does, with a small boy in tow. But that’s the thing, he was always meant for me. I didn’t choose anything. This was where I was always supposed to be.

  In two days, I’ll be Presley Hernandez, and he doesn’t know it yet, but in six months Joel is going to be a father again. It’s going to be a whole new adventure, and I have a feeling it’s just one of so very many.

  TWO DAYS LATER

  SILVER

  Pulling her close to me, I slow dance with my bride. Presley is gorgeous, though she always is. Today is different. Today she took my name as her own, and my child as her own. Running my nose alongside hers, I shift my lips to her neck.

  I lick her brand, the S and G that is permanently scarred into her skin. She’s hidden it today, not wishing to have to answer questions from friends and family that are visiting. I don’t blame her at all. In fact, I’m glad she did. Her parents already look at me with concern. It’s their right. I hold no hard feelings with them for caring for her. If I were them, I’d pack her up and drive her away.

  “I love you, Presley,” I say.

  It’s the first time I’ve actually uttered the words aloud. I feel like a dick for not saying them sooner. I show her, but words aren’t really my thing. She moves her head back, her eyes finding mine and I feel like an even bigger dick. She’s got tears filling her beautiful blue eyes.

  “Mi vida,” I rasp, lifting my hand to cup her cheek. I use my thumb to wipe some of her tears away. “Don’t cry,” I beg.

  She shakes her head. “I love you so much, Joel. You have no idea. I don’t even have words to express how much I truly love you.”

  I smile down at my woman, fuck she’s so goddamn
perfect. Forty-five years old and I’ve lived a life of hell, partied with the goddamn devil and somehow an angel was sent down to me, and to my boy.

  “Joel,” she whispers wrapping her hand around my wrist. We’re still swaying slightly, but not giving a fuck about our onlookers who are watching us during this very private moment. “I’m pregnant,” she says. Her voice is so fucking low, so soft, and her eyes have me so goddamn lost that I almost don’t hear her, or the words don’t register.

  “Are you fucking serious?” I ask, my voice a bit harsher than it should be.

  She nods, her bottom lip trembling. My own mouth turns up into a gigantic fucking smile. “If your parents weren’t sitting out there, I’d fuck you right here and right now. Cristo, cariña.” Pressing my mouth against hers, I murmur. “I’m so goddamn fucking happy.”

  Her body jerks, her tears flow down her cheeks, I can taste them on my lips. I kiss my wife. The woman I love. The woman I’ve not only taken vows to take care of and be faithful to but also the woman I’ve promised to take care of and be faithful to.

  I will. I will fucking be the best man that I can for her. She deserves that goddamn much. She deserves fucking everything.

  LATER THAT NIGHT

  SILVER

  Presley is with her parents, her sister and some other bitches. I find a moment to slip away and walk over to my brothers. They’re all bellied up to the bar where I knew they’d be. Making my way over to Hawk who’s leaning his back against the bar, his elbows propped.

  I haven’t talked to him much since he’s been back. He’s been scarce and I’m not around the clubhouse nearly as much as I used to be. I made a promise to Presley, and that was no more bitches. I’ve kept it, and I plan on keeping it. I don’t party without her, and honest to fuck I’ve enjoyed being home with my boy a hell of a lot more. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed by being at the clubhouse too fucking much.