Pinkie doesn’t say anything for a long moment, the other men have filtered into the room, their focus no longer on us, or anything else but a beer. Maci, the girl, she continues to look at the floor, her shoulders slumped.
“But we are?” she asks.
Bones’ lips twitch again and he chuckles. “As hard as y’all think you are, your men are soft when it comes to women. That’s okay. Takes all different men to run this world. They’re hard where they need to be.”
I almost stand up for the Beasts, but I can’t deny what Bones says. He’s right. Dylan is soft with me, holds me, caresses me, and looks at me like he can’t believe I’m his. I’ve seen the other men do the exact same things with their women.
These men, these Savage Beasts, they love and they love hard.
“I can’t make any decisions, but I have a bed she can sleep in,” Pinkie says, then she turns to me. “You can take Jag’s bed, Maci’s going to take yours.”
I nod, knowing that it’s inevitable that I move into Dylan’s room when he returns, I may as well get it all set up and organized the way I like it now before he comes back. I haven’t stepped inside of his room since he’s been gone, but it’s time that I just accept that this is the plan.
I’m his, and there’s no denying it, not even to myself. I’m not sure that I was denying it, maybe just taking my time, trying to get used to everything because it’s all happening at lightning speed.
I can’t take my eyes off of the girl, I watch her and I wonder what her story is. All I know is what I overheard at the Donkey Punchers clubhouse, that they took her and held her as blackmail, but that they had no plans of ever returning her.
There is a long moment of silence and Bones inhales a deep breath. “You got beds for us, babe?” he asks.
Pinkie’s lips curve up into a smile as she crosses her arms beneath her large breasts and shakes her head a couple of times. “What about your wife and your baby?” she asks, arching a brow.
Bones smirks. “They’re at home, safe. Promised Dragon I’d keep his people safe.”
Pinkie hums then turns away from him and heads back behind the bar. I watch her for a moment until I feel Bones approach me. Turning back to him, I tilt my head backward and look up into his eyes.
Bones’ eyes are surprisingly clear and open. He isn’t hiding anything. Maybe he’s not exactly what I thought. He lifts his hand and wraps his fingers around the side of my neck. I gasp in surprise, unused to the physical touch from anyone other than Dylan.
His lips twitch and he watches me, his eyes practically glittering with humor. “My club is different. We’re affiliated, patched over with the Beasts. We’re friends. I could see the look in your eyes, I don’t want you to think that we’re bad guys. We’re not. We’re just a little different,” he says.
“Like keeping women in cages?” I ask.
He chuckles, his hand falling from my neck. “All our women are there voluntarily, babe. They like it,” he says as his lips turn up into a huge inviting smile.
I stand there, completely speechless. He lets out a laugh and turns to the bar, walking away from me. Looking at his back, I flick my gaze over to Maci who hasn’t moved even an inch. I think about leaving her alone in the middle of the room, but decide that she needs someone. She’s been ripped from her home, from her father, and brought into this life.
At least, my life has always been with a club, and I know some of the rules. She must be completely lost.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
JAGUAR
I don’t sleep the rest of the night. I don’t even venture back into my room knowing that Mamba and Gator no doubt woke the pretty waitress up sometime in the night to take her again, I know they did because it’s exactly what I would have done if Pamela were here.
Wishing I had some weed, a bottle of booze, a phone—anything to keep me occupied, I look around the empty parking lot and just stare straight toward the forest that’s across the street. This place is fucking wild, I’ve never been this far north before and it amazes me that there is so much forest land all around.
“We leave in just over an hour, you’re not resting?” Silver asks.
“You’re not either,” I point out.
He chuckles, shaking his head. “Yeah, too amped up. Want to get this shit done and go home to my family.”
“How’s Buster doin’, ain’t seen him around since I been back.”
He hums, licking his lips. “Gotta keep him away from Kora. Presley keeps him busy, got him playing football during the fall at the middle school, then track and field in the spring. Plus, Presley has Gray to cart around too. They stay busy and it keeps Buster out of trouble.”
“Away from Kora?” I ask, arching a brow.
He lifts his hand and runs his fingers through his hair. “He’s only thirteen but that little fuck is all about Kora. He’s got eyes for her, always has and I don’t want that shit getting out of control. They’re still young.”
“Fuck,” I hiss, thinking about future children, then a daughter who looks like Pamela and one of the Beasts’ boys lookin’ at her. Might kill a kid.
Silver laughs, though it’s not very humorously. “Don’t have kids, brother. I thought it would be easy as shit. I thought a lot of things, worrying about them when they were sick, making sure to keep them alive
