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  UNCHAIN ME

  SAVAGE BEAST MC 3

  Hayley Faiman

  Hayley Faiman Books, LLC

  UnChain Me

  Copyright © 2019 by Hayley Faiman

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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

  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

  Twisted with Chaos

  Mixed with Trouble

  Forbidden Love Series —

  Personal Foul

  Kinetic Energy

  SAVAGE BEAST MC –

  UnScrew Me

  UnBreak Me

  UnChain Me

  UnLeash Me—January 2020

  Unfit Hero Series –

  CONVICT

  HERO

  FRAUD—Winter 2019

  Zanetti Famiglia Series –

  Becoming the Boss

  Becoming his Mistress—Winter 2019

  Esquire Black Duet Series –

  DISCOVERY

  APPEAL

  Standalone Titles

  Royally Relinquished: A Modern Day Fairy Tale

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  Prologue

  DRAGON

  “Son,” my father rasps.

  I knew this day was coming. Honest to fuck I’ve known that my dad would die young my entire life. You aren’t the president of a motorcycle club and grow old. You just don’t, but I thought that I had at least twenty more years with the fucker.

  His weak arm reaches out and his hand wraps around the side of my throat. He isn’t able to grip me the way he used to. He’s been sick for a long fucking time. Passed his gavel to me about a year ago, knowing that his time was near.

  Fucking hell.

  My dad is dying.

  The realization that this is the end hits me like a goddamn ton of bricks.

  “Don’t say anything else,” I grunt.

  He shakes his head. “Find a good woman. Settle. Make a family. Don’t do what I did.”

  I snort. “Don’t fuck bitches like it’s a hobby?”

  It’s his turn to let out a laugh, but it doesn’t last long before it turns into a hacking uncontrollable cough that wracks his entire body and causes his hand to fall from my neck.

  “Serious now, boy. Find a good fucking woman. The whores won’t be there for you when you’re at your worst, trust me. You see any of them here now? No, because they come and they go. They’re around for food, fucking, and shelter. They ain’t there because they love you. Find a good one, hold on to her, keep her and bind her to you in a way where she’ll never leave you.”

  My dad’s eyes are focused on mine, they’re unwavering as I nod in agreement. I’ll find a good woman, one day. I’m too young for that shit right now, whores still hold too much appeal, but I’ll find a woman to call my own—eventually.

  He coughs again, then I watch as his eyes slide shut. His breathing is so shallow now that I’m not sure he is actually taking a breath. I sit at his bedside, watching him, waiting for him to die. My dad. The only parent I’ve ever known.

  My mom was a whore. Some strung out bitch he fucked one night. She thought getting knocked up meant she’d be his Old Lady. When that didn’t happen, she bounced right onto another cock and was never heard from again.

  At least that’s the way my dad tells it, though judging by the way his eyes glaze over any time he talks about her, I’m not sure that I completely believe him. Even if she was just a whore, he held affection for her.

  I sit next to his bedside and watch him slowly pass onto the other side. I don’t kid myself that he’s going to a better place, I fucking doubt Hell is all that great and I have no false illusions that men like us go anywhere but the fiery depths beside the Devil.

  “See you soon, Papa,” I whisper into the quiet room.

  * * *

  TWO MONTHS LATER

  She gasps as she slowly begins to sink down on my cock. Fuck, her cunt feels good. Closing my eyes, I wrap my fingers around her hips and pull her down the rest of the way. She lets out a moan that’s a little too loud to be considered legitimate.

  Cracking an eye open, I look up at her. She has her head tipped back, her fake blonde hair falling down behind her. Those tits, that I paid for a couple of weeks ago, are on full display as her back arches toward me.

  This is the exact woman my father told me to stay away from. This is the exact one that I’ve lost myself inside of
every day since he left this earth. Fuck. I’m a fuck up.

  “Dragon, baby, you feel so good,” she moans.

  It’s fake as fuck, but I’m not going to call her on it. She’s on my dick for some blow, I’m inside of her cunt to get off. Tit for tat. She moves, attempting to be seductive, yet failing. I watch her ride, closing my eyes and licking my lips when I know that I’m close.

  Friction is a fucking motherfucker.

  This bitch knows just the way I like it too, she’s been here more times than I can count. Sliding my thumb in my mouth, I lick it before I move it between her legs, touching her clit. She lets out another ridiculous moan as I rub firm circles against her nub.

  When she fakes her orgasm, it’s with a scream. Wrapping my hands around her hips I pull her down harder, faster, jacking my cock with her body, using her the way she uses me. Grinding my teeth together, I finally come.

  Journee collapses against my chest, her lips grazing the underside of my jaw. I fucking hate her mouth anywhere on my body, except my dick. The bitch may be a mediocre lay, but what she lacks she makes up for in mouth talent.

  Lifting my hand, I slap my palm against her non-existent ass. Fuck. I’ve officially become my old man and I hate myself for it.

  “Your shit’s in the nightstand,” I murmur.

  She lifts her head, her dead brown eyes turning somewhat glittery with excitement for her next hit. She rolls off of me and greedily reaches into the nightstand for the small baggie with white powder neatly packed inside.

  “Don’t do that shit in here,” I bark.

  She hums, sitting on the side of the bed. Turning her head around, she looks at me with a sparkle still shining in her gaze. “After this hits, I’m coming back here to blow you, baby.” She grins.

  I grunt, shaking my head. I almost tell her not to bother, but then I decide I could use a good blow job. “Hurry the fuck up then,” I bark.

  She giggles, the sound grating on my eardrums as she scurries out of the room completely naked, her only focus putting the contents of that baggie up her fucking nose.

  * * *

  SIX MONTHS LATER

  “I fucking hate you,” Journee seethes.

  “Feeling’s goddamn mutual, you cunt,” I growl.

  She launches toward me, her claws bared. Catching her by her wrists, I apply a little more pressure than needed. “Calm the fuck down,” I warn.

  “Make me your Old Lady, give me what I want, and I’ll give you the best life,” she says through her labored breath.

  Eight fucking months pregnant and she’s still trying to talk me into giving her cocaine. This fucking bitch. I close my eyes as I let out a breath then slowly open them again. In her defense, she looks like she really needs a hit. She’s looked like she’s needed one for the past six months, since I found out she was pregnant with my kid and then I put her ass on lockdown.

  There’s a knock on the door and I grunt, keeping my hands firmly wrapped around her wrists. “C’mon in,” I shout.

  I hear the chuckle before I turn my head to see not only Wolfe standing at my doorway but Silver as well. Both of their eyes are focused on us, and behind their humor, I see their pity as well—plain as fucking day.

  I hate that shit.

  I don’t blame them though. I would pity me too. Shackled to this bitch for the rest of my goddamn life, because I drowned my father’s passing in her mediocre pussy. Fuck.

  “Mountain,” I call out to my vice president.

  He appears almost immediately. I gently push Journee into his arms. “Take her and lock her ass up in my room. Don’t let her out,” I demand.

  He lifts his chin and drags a fighting and screaming Journee behind him. I don’t bother watching, he’ll do as I order, he always does. I’m the president, a fucking shit president, but that’s what I am nonetheless.

  They all do what I say, without question, talk about goddamn pressure. Lifting my hand, I run my fingers through my hair as I make my way over to my chair and sink down.

  “What’s up?” I ask on a sigh.

  “You gonna get that shit under control?” Silver asks.

  I lift a brow. “Like you did?”

  He snorts. “Best decision I ever made, paying off that bitch to get lost after she gave me my boy. Learn from me, brother.”

  I shake my head. Silver did exactly what my father did. He paid off the woman who had his baby, another addicted whore like Journee. She left town before Buster was even a week old.

  I know where she is, it’s my job to keep tabs on people who would want to do my brothers harm. She won’t do shit though, she’s so fucking gone I doubt she even remembers her first name at this point.

  “Gonna try to give my kid what I didn’t have,” I say, thinking about the fact that I’ve never had blood family. No mother, no other family, just the club.

  Silver shakes his head, his eyes meeting mine and he looks so goddamn serious, I know that he’s going to try to lay some truth on me. It doesn’t matter, I don’t want to hear it. I know what I want and I want my baby to have two parents.

  “You gonna give her a strung-out mom? Sounds like a solid plan, man.”

  Shaking my head, I level him with a glare. “My life, my shit. It won’t affect you or the club, so don’t fucking worry about it.”

  He snorts. “Yeah, okay. We’ll see.”

  “Was there a reason you came in here?” I bark, irritated as fuck now.

  Wolfe clears his throat, then they get to business. Mattress delivery issues, fucking shit that they need to straighten out and fast, though I’m glad that they’re keeping me updated on it all.

  I listen to their words, then offer up what direction that I can. They’re gone a few moments later and I’m left alone with nothing but my thoughts.

  They’re right.

  I know that they are.

  Journee is never going to clean her shit up. She’s pregnant and all she can think about is getting high. It’s fucking exhausting, and I have no doubt that after the baby is born, she’s going right back to her old ways. She has zero desire to change either.

  I shouldn’t blame her. I knew what she was and how she was and yet, I’m the one that kept sticking my dick inside of her.

  * * *

  ONE YEAR LATER

  Kora is the only bright spot in my life. This sweet angelic baby, almost a year old and somehow, she owns my soul. I close my eyes before reopening them and turning away from her crib. She’s safe, asleep for now, and nestled in her own little space.

  Closing her door behind me, I make my way into my bedroom only to find Journee sitting on the edge of the bed, bent over. Her head is down, her hair falling over her face and I know what she’s doing.

  I watch her for a moment, wondering if I’m doing the right thing by not only keeping her here but also keeping her habit fed.

  Journee sniffs, then lifts her head, her glassy eyes meet mine as she licks her lips. I can see the white powder rimming her nose. This shit shouldn’t piss me off, it’s my goddamn supply that she’s using, but it fucking does.

  My club doesn’t deal, we transport, and we aren’t saints, we buy a bit for ourselves. I’ve been known to imbibe more often than not. But there’s something about seeing the mother of your child snorting shit in your bedroom while that baby is asleep just down the hall, that feels like a punch to the gut.

  “You wanna blow job?” she asks.

  Looking down at my boots, then to the side, I let out a sigh. “Calling a brother over to watch you and Kora for the night. I got shit to do,” I announce.

  “I’m going to need to fuck someone, Dragon. I feel too fucking great right now not to.” She grins.

  Lifting my hand, I run my fingers through my hair and tug on the ends. “Got shit to do, Journ.”

  Turning from her, I ignore her ass. Digging my phone out of my pocket, I call a prospect. I highly doubt Journee will be here by the time I come home in the morning. She’ll be off fucking someone, somewhere. I honest
ly don’t give a fuck who sticks their dick in her at this point. I just want her to be a fucking mom to our kid.

  Waiting outside for the prospect to arrive, I snort when I hear the backdoor slam. Journee is gone, off on some fucking tear and probably won’t be back for a few days. Better for me and Kora anyway. It doesn’t take the prospect long to arrive and I’m grateful. I need to get the fuck out of this house.

  “Baby’s asleep. She wakes up, call me.”

  “Pres…”

  I shake my head. “Fuck.”

  The kid in front of me is only around eighteen years old. I shouldn’t leave him here with my baby, especially now that Journee has already taken off. I look at the house behind me, then let out a sigh.

  “Go ahead back to the clubhouse, I’ll see you tomorrow,” I sigh.

  Making my way inside, I decide that this is my life now. My daughter is more important than any pussy that I could get at the clubhouse anyway. I may have chosen wrong when I knocked up Journee, but Kora won’t suffer, not for my mistakes. Not ever.