UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC Book 6) by Hayley Faiman

Author:Hayley Faiman [Faiman, Hayley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hayley Faiman Books, LLC
Published: 2020-09-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

LEIGHTON

I roll over to my side. Two weeks. It’s been two weeks since I’ve been here. Ana has been amazing. She’s the nicest person I’ve ever met and not only that, we have some of the same background. Except she was kept a virgin, her brother made sure of that so that it would be a better trade when he found the person he wanted to give her to.

“Leighton?” Ana calls out.

Sitting up, I tell her to come in. I’m thankful that this small modular home has two bedrooms. We each have our privacy, something that I wasn’t sure I’d ever have again, something that I missed, but something that I don’t want anymore.

I’m hopelessly and ridiculously missing Mountain, and I know it’s wrong. I should hate him. I know he did something with that woman in the background, I can feel it in my bones. I know that he ignored me too, for a reason, and that reason isn’t because he was simply just busy.

“I was thinking, I could really use your help today. They had a huge party last night and the clubhouse is a mess. I know that you have been looking for work, but I bet Bones would pay you, if you just asked.”

Just asked.

It sounds so simple. It sounds so easy. But it isn’t. Asking for anything, I hate it, but I know that sometimes you have to rely on other people’s kindness for survival. Nodding, I slide over to the side of the bed and stand to my feet.

“Yeah, I can help you,” I offer with a smile.

I stretch and shake my head, trying to shake the sleep away. I haven’t slept much lately, maybe a couple hours a night. I don’t know what it is, but since leaving, this feeling of guilt and betrayal, of pain and sadness, it has been clawing at me from the inside.

“Just let me brush my teeth and throw some clothes on. I’m not even going to shower, I have a feeling that it would be fruitless.”

Ana laughs softly. “It really would. Do you want something to eat?”

Shaking my head, I gather my hair and throw it into a messy bun at the top of my head. “Just some coffee, maybe?”

“Okay,” she says, but her gaze flicks over me, and I know that she thinks I should eat.

She’s made it clear that she thinks I should eat more. She doesn’t know, doesn’t realize that food isn’t important to me. I couldn’t care less if I eat. When I left my father and I lived on the run for five years, I would go days without food.

It doesn’t take me long to brush my teeth, wash my face, and secure my hair a little better. Slipping on a pair of tennis shoes, I practically skip out to the living room where Ana is waiting with a coffee mug.

“Coffee,” she says with a smile extending the cup.

“Thank you so much.”

Coffee. Sometimes I could only afford a cup, and this is so much more filling than most people think.

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