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  UnScrew Me

  Savage Beast MC 1

  Hayley Faiman

  UnScrew Me

  Copyright © 2018 by Hayley Faiman

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  ISBN: 9781729208526

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  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

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Special Thanks

  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 – January 2019

  Forbidden Love Series —

  Personal Foul

  Kinetic Energy

  SAVAGE BEAST MC –

  UnScrew Me

  Standalone Titles

  Royally Relinquished: A Modern Day Fairy Tale

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  There is a song that fits this book better than any quote every could.

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  Prologue

  SILVER

  “Fuck,” I hiss as she walks into the clubhouse. Her little blonde haired daughter toddles behind her, but my eyes are focused on her tits.

  They shouldn’t be.

  She’s Hawk’s. She ain’t mine. Never has been. Probably never will be, either. No matter.

  Trista veers away from her mother and heads straight for me. Her favorite surrogate uncle. Scooping her into my arms, her fingers immediately find my beard and fist it tightly. She pulls, yanking it hard.

  “Mornin’ niña,” I murmur.

  “Where is that no-good son of a bitch?” Savanna screams.

  The entire clubhouse freezes, turning to her. At twenty-four she’s still young, but she’s been Hawk’s Old Lady since she was sixteen. He plucked her from the hell she was raised in, brought her into the fold, then married her immediately.

  I was twenty at the time, a prospect, and couldn’t have attempted to lay claim to her, no matter how badly I wanted to. Even if my dreams were filled with sinking into her sweet cunt over and over again. Even if every time I closed my eyes, I would get hard, had to fist my cock and jack off, to what I imagined she looked like naked and riding my dick.

  Just watching her, even pissed off, makes me hard. Goddamn, I need to get her outta my fucking head. Eight years, eight years I’ve been jonesing for a piece of that cunt.

  Dragon, our president, appears out of nowhere. “Now, darlin’, you need to calm down,” he says lifting his hand.

  “Fuck calm,” she screeches.

  His gray eyes narrow and I watch as a muscle ticks in his jaw. “Silver, take the baby to one of the bitches in the back,” he grunts.

  I take a step back to follow my president's orders but halt when I hear her growl.

  “Silver you take my baby from me and I’ll call the cops. I’m not fucking with you assholes anymore,” Savanna grinds out.

  Dragon lets out a breath and clears his throat. “He’s gone, darlin’.”

  “Where is he?” she demands, a tremble in the back of her throat, and if I’m not mistaken a bit of fear.

  “Don’t know. But it’s up to him when he comes back. He has an open invite to be part of our charter. His status isn’t revoked, but he’s gone nomad.”

  I can tell the words taste bitter on his tongue. He doesn’t want to say them aloud. He cautioned Hawk, tried talking to him, tried explaining that what he was doin’, it wasn’t right. Abandoning his family, his club, and for what? Because he felt tied down, or at least that’s what he claimed. None of us really believes it, but we don’t have a choice, that’s the only explanation he gave us.

  He did that shit to himself, though. He married Savanna eight years ago, planted his seed in her. He made his bed, he needs to own up to it all. Take care of what was his. But Hawk being Hawk, he didn’t do that shit. He turned tail and ran like the fucked up piece of shit he is. If I see him again, he’s going to get a fuckin’ face full of my fist for doing what he’s done.

  “Nomad?” she breathes.

  Dragon nods and I watch as her face crumples. Without thinking, I hurry to her side and wrap my arm around her shoulders, tucking her into me, attempting to shield her from the internal pain she must be feeling.

  “We’ll take care of you, Savannah. You and Trista, we got you,” I attempt to soothe.

  She struggles against my hold. As much as I don’t want to, I release her. Before she steps completely away from me, she takes Trista and holds her in her arms. I watch them together. She’s shaking, and I want t
o take the baby away from her to ensure that she’s safe. Savanna looks like she seconds away from dropping her.

  “So what, I’ll be the Savage Beast’s charity case, no thanks,” she spits.

  “Don’t be stupid, Savanna,” Dragon grunts. “You’re still his Old Lady, he hasn’t renounced that and even if he did…” His words trail off and Savanna frowns.

  She takes a step back, her eyes glancing around. I watch as the defeat fills her features. Her fight is done. Her man left her alone, swingin’ in the goddamn wind. No fucks given. Hawk, the stupid fucking bastard.

  Dragon’s gaze moves over to me as Savanna walks out of the clubhouse. “You’re on Savanna duty. Since you’re the money man, I want you delivering her cash, and making sure she and Trista are good when you do,” Dragon announces.

  My heart picks up, races in my chest, unsure if I can handle that task. Fuck, but I want to. Even if she’s my brother’s wife and Old Lady, doesn’t make my dick any less hard for her.

  Shit.

  I am fucked.

  ONE YEAR LATER

  Knocking on the door, I frown as it slowly creaks open. “Sav, babe?” I call as I walk through the house.

  “Fuck you, Silver,” she screams at me as a bottle goes flying through the air.

  I’m here delivering her monthly money. As the treasurer, it’s my duty, as the man who is half in love with her, I take every opportunity I can to see her. Even if she fucking hates me.

  “Sav,” I shout, dipping my head to the side and catching the bottle. Ten in the morning and she’s drunk off of her ass. “Where’s Trista?”

  “Preschool,” she slurs.

  Walking over to her, I set the bottle down on the counter and wrap her in my arms. Her dead eyes look up at me, the anger she has inside of her twists her face, mangles it and shockingly makes her gorgeous features snarled and ugly. She’s never looked ugly to me before, but right now, she looks goddamn hideous. She needs to get her shit together, she needs to take care of her girl and herself.

  “Baby, you gotta let him go. He ain’t comin’ back,” I murmur.

  Tears fill her eyes and I watch them fall. “He’s the only man I want. The only man I’ve ever loved. I need him,” she whimpers.

  Her body shakes as I hold her. When she’s completely wrung dry and exhausted, I take her upstairs and tuck her into bed. Placing the money on her nightstand, I leave her place and head to the preschool to pick up Trista.

  My mind is on Savanna with each mile I ride toward the school. She ain’t right. Hawk’s been gone over a year. She’s only twenty-five, I know that man was the love of her life, even if that thought burns me up inside. He’s gone, and the way he’s gone, he ain’t coming back.

  Hawk told Dragon two-weeks after he left that he was happier being nomad, driving from club to club, doing odd jobs, and just being free. He didn’t want Savanna, didn’t want Trista to suffer either, so Savanna takes his cut from the club. He takes nothing but the cash he earns doing his odd jobs on the road. He hasn’t contacted her in a year that I know of, and yet, she’s still pining over him.

  The little girl sees me and immediately her eyes brighten at the sight of my bearded scruffy ass. “Silver,” she screams as she stands and runs in my direction. Her body slams into my legs and I chuckle, as I pick her up.

  “You ready to go home, niña?” She frowns at my question and her little shoulders slump. Lifting my finger, I touch her nose. “She’ll get better, Trista,” I murmur.

  Trista’s eyes meet mine, and the depths of her sadness no child should ever know. She lays her blonde head on my shoulder, as I sign her out of school. “I wish you were my daddy,” she breathes.

  I don’t tell her that I wish I was too. I wish her mom wasn’t so fucking in love with a piece of shit. I wish for so fucking much.

  FIVE YEARS LATER

  The bitch on my lap grinds down, her pussy squeezing me as she comes. I close my eyes, my own body finding release as I fill her. My mind isn’t on her though, I’m too busy imagining Savannah instead of the blonde whore who is bringing me release.

  “Fuck, Silver, yes,” she squeals before she collapses against my chest. I don’t hold her, I never hold them. I allow her to catch her breath, before I gently release her from my cock, setting her down next to me.

  Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I bury my face in my hands. I can’t get the bitch out of my head, the bitch that clearly doesn’t want me, six years I’ve been trying to get her to see me.

  Six years and she doesn’t give a fuck, her anger filling her, her mind only focused on Hawk—a man who doesn’t give a single fuck about her. Drinking her fucking life away every goddamn day.

  My phone rings and I pick it up. “Silver?” a little voice whispers.

  “Yeah, niña you okay?” I demand.

  She sighs, her little girl voice far too fuckin’ old for her young age. “It’s Mama. She’s passed out again. She cried herself to sleep,” she whispers.

  “You ate dinner?” I ask, glancing over at the clock on my dresser. It’s after nine in the evening, and my heart fucking aches for Trista.

  “No,” she whispers.

  I grunt. Anger filling me, anger at Savanna for being a shit fucking mom. She’s got all the support in the goddamn world, yet here she is pissing it away—pissing her life away. “Be there in a few, niña. I’ll bring some dinner with me.”

  Ending the call, I look back at the whore in my bed. Her own eyes mirror the sadness that is assuredly in mine. “Go, take care of Trista. You guys should take that girl from her,” she huffs.

  “Who’s gonna take care of her, you?” I snort, lifting my pants over my hips.

  She shakes her head, shrugging as her pretty blue eyes meet my own. “Would if I had an Old Man,” she admits.

  I snort. “Good luck, babe.” I reach into my nightstand and take out the small baggie of blow, tossing it over to her. “Don’t do that shit in here, yeah?”

  “Thanks, Silver.” She winks as she stands to her feet.

  I watch her skinny naked ass walk out of my room, her little baggie dangling in her fingertips and I shake my head with a chuckle. Yeah, fuckin’ Old Lady material right there. I need to start fucking some bitches from town, leave the cokehead whores to the rest of the brothers.

  Hurrying into town, I speed through the McDonald’s drive-thru then make my way toward Savanna’s place. Pulling up to the curb, I frown. The prospects mow her lawn, but she’s got nothin’ but weeds in her flowerbeds, the paint on the porch is chipping and looks like shit. She’s letting her house go, just like she’s letting her fucking self, and her daughter go too.

  Fuck.

  Trista opens the door as soon as my booted feet land on the porch. I hand over the bag of shitty food, and she rushes off to eat, already knowing my next mission will be to find her mother. Climbing the stairs, I let myself into the master bedroom.

  Looking over the woman, I growl. She’s passed the fuck out. Picking her body up, I carry her into her bathroom. Depositing her onto the shower floor, I turn the cold water on. Her body jerks before her eyes open.

  “You fucking asshole,” she screeches.

  Turning the water off, I cross my arms over my chest. “You need to get your shit together. Not for me, not for you, but for Trista,” I announce.

  “Why does it matter?” she asks, shifting her gaze to the side.

  “You want her to hate you? How about I take her from you?”

  Her eyes swing back to me, her gaze narrowing. “Fuck you, Silver. You going to come here, move in and be her new daddy? That’s what you want right? You want this pussy, you want in my bed, and you want my kid,” she grinds out.

  If she only knew how fucking spot-on she was. However, I don’t want some woman who is still, after six years, in love with another man and fucking me out of spite—not as my Old Lady anyway.

  “You want to fuck him off your mind, baby. I’m right here, dick ready, but I won’t claim some bitch who�
��s still in love with her Old Man,” I grind out.

  Her face twists, a snide smile on her lips. “I knew you wanted me. Always have. You want to see why Hawk claimed me at sixteen. You can have it all, Silver, everything you want. Only thing is you’ll never have anything but my body.”

  Taking a step back, I run my fingers through my hair. “Get your shit together, Sav. Take care of your kid.”

  Leaving her, I walk out of the house, no plans on going back. She’s angry, she’s stuck in the past in a way where I don’t think she’ll ever be unstuck. No matter how badly my heart and dick want her, I can’t go there. We’d both be miserable. I would put up with it, with this shit. I would try to work him out of her heart, but I can’t let Trista suffer through what I know would be even more of a miserable life than what she has now.

  TWO YEARS LATER

  “It’s time,” she screams, through gritted teeth, standing across from me.

  Lifting my face from my phone, I frown. It’s time. “Oh fuck,” I breathe.

  Standing to my feet, I take her hand and rush her toward the car.

  I don’t love Carrie. I’m a dick. I know that I am. She’s a girl from town. One I conned into being my girl because I was trying to get over Savanna. Carrie’s a party girl, she came to the clubhouse on more than one occasion.