UnChain Me (Savage Beast MC #3) by Hayley Faiman
Nineteen-year-old Bellarosa has lived the past three years locked away in a tower, freedom, being only a myth she could fantasize about.
She has tried to break free of her chains but has failed at every attempt. That is, until a friend turns a blind eye and allows for her to escape her confines.
The president of the Savage Beast MC is no easy role to play. Neither is being a single father. His focus has always been his club and his daughter.
At almost forty, Dragon is convinced he will never find a woman to call his own, not unless he buys her.
Both lost souls searching for freedom. Both stumbling upon one another. Unsure if they can trust each other. She searches for happily ever after. He will never be her prince charming.
When two people who learn to trust despite their pasts come together, they become an unstoppable force, something that not even the devil.
Excerpt UnChain Me (Savage Beast MC #3) by Hayley Faiman
“Where are we?” I chance asking, changing the subject.
Taz coughs, but Jaguar is the next to speak. “We’re in Arizona, almost to Egar, where you’ll call your new home. If you cause any trouble, we won’t hesitate to end you, Bellarosa. We’re only bringing you along because both of us think that there’s a chance one of our men may like you for himself. If he don’t, then there are about twenty men that would kill for a turn,” he mutters.
“You act like that’s a threat,” I snort.
His finger touches the underside of my chin and he lifts it up, his dark eyes boring into mine. “It’s not a threat, just an observation. You’re young and beautiful. I’m sure you’re damn good in the sack, too. We’re not much different than the Zanetti famiglia. We keep whores, except we don’t charge for them. They’re for our use and whoever we decide is allowed to play.”
I lick my bottom lip, keeping my gaze focused on his. “I’ve never received a penny for my services, Jaguar. If this is some kind of game, you won’t scare me. I won’t be a pawn, not anymore. I want my freedom,” I say, telling him my truth, my secret.
“None of us is free, babe. You gotta get that shit out of your head, right fuckin’ now. We all owe a debt to someone. Whether it be the man above us, or the Devil. Ain’t none of us without a puppeteer,” Taz mutters.
I close my eyes for a moment, inhaling a deep breath, thinking about his words. Maybe he’s right. Maybe this dream of being free, maybe it was all for absolutely nothing. Letting out my breath in a heavy exhale, I open my eyes to find the truck stopping in front of a gate.