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UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC Book 6), page 1
UNHINGE ME
SAVAGE BEAST MC 6
Hayley Faiman
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UnHinge Me
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Contents
Also by Hayley Faiman
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Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Epilogue
UnTwist Me
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Epilogue
About the Author
Also by Hayley Faiman
Men of Baseball Series—
Pitching for Amalie
Catching Maggie
Forced Play for Libby
Sweet Spot for Victoria
Russian Bratva Series —
Owned by the Badman
Seducing the Badman
Dancing for the Badman
Living for the Badman
Tempting the Badman
Protected by the Badman
Forever my Badman
Betrothed to the Badman
Chosen by the Badman
Bought by the Badman
Collared by the Badman
Notorious Devils MC —
Rough & Rowdy
Rough & Raw
Rough & Rugged
Rough & Ruthless
Rough & Ready
Rough & Rich
Rough & Real
Cash Bar Series —
Laced with Fear
Chased with Strength
Flamed with Courage
Blended with Pain
Twisted with Chaos
Mixed with trouble
SAVAGE BEAST MC —
UnScrew Me
UnBreak Me
UnChain Me
UnLeash Me
UnTouch Me
UnHinge Me
Unfit Hero Series —
CONVICT
HERO
FRAUD
KILLER
COWBOY
Zanetti Famiglia Series —
Becoming the Boss
Becoming his Mistress
Becoming his Possession
Becoming the Street Boss
Prophecy Sisters Series
Bride of the Traitor
Bride of the Sea
Esquire Black Duet Series –
DISCOVERY
APPEAL
Forbidden Love Series —
Personal Foul
Kinetic Energy
Standalone Titles
Royally Relinquished: A Modern Day Fairy Tale
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Prologue
MOUNTAIN
SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD
His fist smashes against my face. He laughs as he hits me again, and again, and once more. Blood fills my vision and my mouth at the same time. I shake my head as I stumble backward. He laughs, his friend laughs too, then he charges me, his fist slamming against my gut and sending me to the ground.
It’s a fury of steel-toed boots meeting my ribs from all angles, gut, face, and head until everything goes completely dark. I wake hours later, I only know that it’s much later because instead of the blazing hot sun beating down on me, it’s now dark.
Standing, I take one step, a moan escaping my mouth as I stumble back down to the ground. I hear the sound of a bike’s rumble. Turning to the side, I cringe as it pulls up next to me.
A guy who appears to be about my dad’s age looks down at me. “Who did that to you, boy?” he demands above the idle rumble of his bike’s engine.
“My brother,” I rasp, spitting on the ground.
“He do that often?” he asks.
I nod my head. He’s been doing it since he was fourteen and I was twelve. There’s been an uncontrollable anger inside of him, something that I don’t think he will ever get control over. Since my dad walked out the door, he hasn’t been the same. Now that my mom’s gone, it’s gotten so much worse.
“Yeah,” I grind out.
“You want a safe place?”
Shifting my gaze from his face to his jacket, my eyes lock in on something that I have only heard stories about. A patch. A one percent motorcycle club patch. Then, my gaze flicks over to the embroidered emblem on the front breast corner of his leather vest.
Savage Beast MC.
“What do you get out of it?”
His lips twitch into a smirk. “Get a new brother maybe, a bitch-boy prospect, definitely.”
“What’s being a prospect include?”
“Safe place to rest your head, food in your belly, and you gotta be our bitch for a year. Do what we say, how we say, and when we say. Prove yourself useful to the club and you’re in.”
“I’m only seventeen,” I mutter.
He snorts. “Anyone aside from that deadbeat brother gonna give a fuck if you ain’t comin’ home at night?”
I think about my mother. She’s gone. Bounced about a week ago. I keep waiting for her to come back, but I don’t think she will. She’s been pretty busy trying to get random men with a little coin in their pocket to notice her, even if she does appear again, I doubt she’d notice I was even gone.
“Nah,” I admit.
“You come down to the clubhouse, we’ll get one of the bitches to take care of your injuries. Call you a doc if we need to. My boy’s a few years older than you, so are a couple other guys. Be good to be around some real men for a change.”
I lick my lip, tasting the blood on the corner, then let out a grunt. “Yeah. I guess I could check it out.”
He grins. “They call me Hipp. Let me get a cage down here to pick you up.”
Ten minutes later, a pickup truck arrives. A guy a couple years older than me is the driver. He looks like a miniature version of the man on the bike. He grins as he makes his way toward me and helps me climb inside.
“I’m Joel,” he announces once he’s shifted the truck into drive.
“Wilder,” I rasp, my arm wrapped around my middle, holding my damaged ribs.
He chuckles. “Badass name, bro.”
Looking over to him, I watch him for a moment. “This isn’t some weird shit, is it?” I ask.
He snorts. “You want it to be?”
“Fuck no,” I bark.
“It’s not. It’s an MC. Bitches, booze, parties. Some sketchy dealings and a whole host of men who will die for their brothers.”
“Sounds like the military,” I point out, remembering the shit that the recruiter told me not long ago at the school career day. I’ve been thinking about joining, just to get me out of the house and far away from my brother.
There’s a moment of silence, then Joel speaks. “It’s similar. Except not on the up and up. We’ll have your back, if you’re loyal and prove yourself.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“Wanna tell me who did that shit to you and left you in the street to get run over by a car?”
Shifting my gaze from his profile, I look out the passenger window as we drive farther out of town and closer to the outskirts. I see a gated area in the distance and wonder what the fuck is so important
“My brother,” I whisper.
“He tries that again and I’ll beat the shit out of him myself.”
“Ain’t worth it,” I grunt.
Joel turns toward the road that leads to the gated and razor wire surrounded land and building. He stops, letting the bike go around us and ahead of us. I expect him to follow behind the bike, but he doesn’t.
He shifts his gaze to me, his wrist resting on the steering wheel as his eyes find mine. “It’s worth it, Wilder. All of it is worth it. Standing up for yourself, no matter who it’s to. That’s worth it.”
“Yeah? Even if it’s your older brother? Your blood?”
He grunts, his lips turning up into a grin. “Fuck yeah, because blood don’t mean shit sometimes. C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up and introduce you to your new brothers.”
LEIGHTON
FIFTEEN YEARS OLD
I look down at the monogrammed towel. LRE. Leighton Eloise Richardson. I guess they’re supposed to make me feel fancy. I don’t know. My dad bought them for me for my birthday yesterday.
He had a massive party for me. Everyone who was anyone in our community was there. But then the party ended. The people that I guess are supposed to be my friends, meaning the prominent people in town with children, departed. All that were left were my father’s friends, men, a lot of men.
I didn’t recognize them, though that didn’t bother me. It’s rare that I ever recognize anyone that my father associates with. His circles move around fairly regularly. My father is in mergers and acquisitions. Schmoozing is his thing, and he always likes to do that regularly and with fresh blood.
“Is the birthday girl up for grabs?” one of the men asks.
My heart slams against my ribs at the question. I’m fifteen and I may be naïve, but I’m not stupid. I know what he’s asking. Turning my head, I find my father’s eyes with my own. He grins, his gaze flicking up to mine for just a moment before he turns to the man.
“Leighton? No.”
“She’s what I want, Tom. No birthday girl, no deal.”
No.
Pressing my lips together, I am frozen in my spot. I’ve never even kissed a boy. I’m kept under lock and key. I don’t even go to school. I have a tutor that comes every day for four hours and homeschools me. I’m panicking as I wait for what’s about to happen next.
My father shakes his head, his gaze not coming back to me. He completely ignores me and instead, he focuses on the man in front of him.
“I have plenty of young pretty things on their way in. One of them will have to do. My current personal favorite is yours for the evening, she’s blonde,” he offers.
My body trembles. Everything shakes from the inside out. The man grunts, but I don’t think he is satisfied with the answer that my father has given him. My father’s eyes flick over to mine. He opens his mouth to say something when I hear the back door open.
Swinging my head around. My breath escapes my lungs at the sight in front of me. There are five girls, and they are all my age or younger, all wearing matching black tube dresses with cheap flip-flop sandals.
My father’s words suddenly replay in my head. “I have plenty of young pretty things on their way in. One of them will have to do. My current personal favorite is yours for the evening, she’s blonde.” What the hell is going on here?
“Go to bed, Leighton,” my father grunts. “Now.”
I turn away from him, my heart beating quickly, my stomach turning. Rushing past the girls, I pause when I see her. She looks like me, so much like me that we could be mistaken as sisters.
Her light blonde hair is straight and long. She’s slim, her legs are long and she’s the same height as me. Her eyes are even close to the same shade of blue. But when my gaze clashes with hers, my heart stops in my chest completely.
Her eyes are haunted. Her lips are slightly cracked and she has dark circles beneath her eyes. She looks like she’s sick. Like she hasn’t slept in days. Her eyes roll back in her head and they flutter. She’s on drugs.
Looking back over my shoulder, my father no longer realizes I’m still in the room. His eyes are glued to her, to the girl who looks exactly like me. He has a predatory gleam in his gaze, and I watch as he licks his lips at the same time, he adjusts his crotch. My stomach lurches. Suddenly that birthday cake from earlier is threatening to reemerge.
Spinning around, I run upstairs, scrambling until I get to my bedroom door. Slipping inside, I pant as I look around the room. I have no lock on my door, my father doesn’t allow them. I’m on the third floor, so I can’t climb out my window.
I’m stuck.
Tears fill my eyes. They fall too fast for me to wipe away, so I don’t bother trying. Walking backward, I only stop when I’ve reached the far corner of my room. Sinking down to my ass, I sit in that corner and watch my bedroom door for the rest of the evening. Waiting for that man to open it.
The next morning, I slink downstairs to breakfast, hoping to be alone, but my father is there, sitting in his usual seat. Wishing that I could run back upstairs, his cold gaze finds mine immediately.
“Sit,” he demands. Sinking down in the chair across from his, I hold my breath waiting for him to speak. “You saw nothing last night, Leighton.”
“Father,” I whisper.
He shakes his head with one quick jerk. “You saw nothing. If you choose to believe that you saw something, you will be punished.”
The way he says punished, I know that my fate will be one that I cannot even fathom. Gulping, I nod my head.
“I saw nothing,” I whisper.
“Good girl, now eat some fruit. It’s good for you. No toast though. You’re fifteen now, it’s time you lose that baby fat.”
That day was the beginning of the end of my childhood. That moment thrust me into adulthood. An ugly, seedy, filthy adulthood that I wished never existed. One that I wished I could change.
But how?
I didn’t know.
MOUNTAIN
TWENTY YEARS OLD
I’ve been watching him for a while. Watching the way he beats on the new bitch he has in his bed. I shouldn’t give a fuck what he does with his time, he’s no longer my keeper, hasn’t been since I started with the Beasts. There’s something about letting him roam around freely, his filth damaging every person who crosses his path that I want to end..
“You gonna do something about that, hermano?” Silver asks.
Jerking my chin, I open my cut to show him the gun in my shoulder holster. “Yeah, I think I will.”
Standing, I throw my leg over my bike and make my way toward the front door of my childhood home. My father took off when I was four. My mother left the week before I did, never coming back, opting for a man with a fat wallet instead of taking care of her kids.
My brother kept the house. It’s paid off and my mother didn’t give a fuck. He’s trashed it of course.
Without knocking, I kick the front door open. The woman screams. She can’t run, he has her by a fist of hair, her eye bruising and swelling as I flick my gaze between them.
