UNCAGE ME
SAVAGE BEAST MC 8
Hayley Faiman
Hayley Faiman Books, LLC
Contents
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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
Epilogue
UnChoke Me
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Epilogue
About the Author
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Prologue
TWENTY YEARS AGO
JAGUAR
EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD
My dad lifts his fist, and I don’t even flinch when it lands across my jaw. It’s not the first, hundredth, or even thousandth time he’s hit me. It probably won’t be the last either. If I were a better man, a stronger man, I would say that I am taking the brunt of his anger so that my mom and sister don’t have to, but I’m not and they will anyway.
It doesn’t matter what any of us takes, he’s always got more to give.
“You’re worthless,” he sneers.
I don’t respond, because it would only piss him off even more, but he’s also not wrong. Everything has always pissed off my dad. The air pisses him off. There is nothing you can do to please him or to keep him from getting angry. I know, because as a kid I tried everything.
“Did you hear me, boy?” he barks. “Worthless.”
The word comes out as a hiss and I just jerk my chin up as I look him in the eyes. “Heard you,” I grind out.
“Got nothin’ to say, worthless?” he slurs.
Drunk.
He’s that too.
Drunk all the fucking time.
I could keep taking this abuse from him and if I thought that I could protect my sister, my mother, then I probably would. But something slams into me out of nowhere, something huge and life-altering.
It hits me in a way that it never has before.
I’m eighteen and I don’t have to take this. I don’t have to stay here. Sure, I have nowhere else to go, but at this point, I would rather live on the streets than have him hit me anymore.
“I’m done,” I announce.
There is a moment of silence, then I hear my mom sniffle behind me.
“Done?” my dad snorts. “Done with what, boy?”
I hate it when he calls me boy. Fucking hate it. Taking a step back, I lift my hand and run my fingers through my short hair. Clearing my throat, I shake my head once.
“I’m done being your punching bag,” I rasp.
Instead of screaming or yelling at me, he laughs. Laughs. He is far too calm and I take a step back, fear sliding down my spine. I’ve halfway stood up to him and now I don’t know what he’s going to do.
“Woman,” he barks.
My mom sniffles again in the background. She’s weak, but I have never blamed her for it. She’s weak because he’s made her that way. He’s manipulated her, beat her down, and mind-fucked her until there’s nothing left. She rushes to his side like the good wife and looks up fearfully, adoringly at him.
“Your son is leaving. He won’t ever be coming back. If you give him a dime, I’ll kill him, then I’ll kill you. Understand?”
She nods her head, then turns to look at me. Tears well in her eyes, falling down her cheeks, as she watches me, then just as he’s trained her, the tears just… stop. They dry up and she shakes her head, her eyes voice all of the emotion as she looks at me.
He wraps his hand around the back of her neck, squeezing it hard, no doubt keeping her in her place. Reminding her just who he is and how much power he yields. He doesn’t yield any power over me, not anymore, at least.
“Come back here, boy, and I’ll kill you. I’ll kill your mother, too. Might even kill your sister if you’re not careful.”
“Wouldn’t come back here if you paid me,” I snap. “I’m out.”
Taking a step back, I turn to walk away from him, but it’s not that easy. Before I know what’s happening, his arm is wrapped around my neck and he is squeezing me. Reaching for his forearm, I tug and pull on him, but he’s strong and he has me in a hold.
The light starts to fade, darkness takes over, and the last thing I hear is his cruel and raspy voice in my ear.
“You’ll regret even being born, Dylan. If you don’t now, I’ll make sure you do. You’ll pay for defying me.”
SEVERAL HOURS LATER
JAGUAR
“You think he’s dead?” a soft voice asks.
“Nah. Beat the fuck up, yeah,” a deeper, raspy voice announces.
The pain radiates throughout my entire body, and I agree. I’m beat the fuck up, but I’m not dead.
“How’d he get here?” the female voice asks, speaking again.
“No goddamn clue. Left out in the desert for dead, damn shame.”
Then there’s a sharp pain in my side when he gently kicks me, although it feels like he’s slamming his foot into my side, I know he’s not. I groan, then moan as I roll away
