Abel (Savage Kings MC - South Carolina Book Series 7)

by Lane Hart

  Abel

  Savage Kings MC - South Carolina

  Lane Hart

  D.B. West

  Copyright

  This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue were created from the authors’ imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual people or events is coincidental.

  The authors acknowledge the copyrighted and trademarked status of various products within this work of fiction.

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  WARNING: ABEL ENDS WITH A CLIFFHANGER THAT WILL BE RESOLVED IN HUGO’S STORY. THIS BOOK IS NOT SUITABLE FOR ANYONE UNDER 18. IT CONTAINS SEXUALLY AND PHYSICALLY VIOLENT SCENES THAT MAY BE A TRIGGER FOR SOME INDIVIDUALS. THERE ARE ALSO M/M, M/M/F, and M/F/M SCENES.

  Contents

  Copyright

  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

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Epilogue

  Coming Soon

  About the Authors

  Synopsis

  Secrets. Redemption. Hard truths.

  In one night, three souls become entangled in ways none of them expected…

  Unlike his friends in the Savage Kings MC, Abel Giovanni has no plans to get hitched. He enjoys his bachelor lifestyle even if the string of one-night stands doesn’t fill the void inside of him. What he wants he knows he can’t have, so why waste time thinking about it, right?

  Cory Collins isn’t trustworthy. He’s the reason an innocent man spent two years in prison. And if Cory doesn’t learn how to stop running his mouth soon, Abel’s going to send him back to college black and blue – before he has a chance to try and make amends for the past.

  Selina Davis is just searching for answers – who killed her dysfunctional family and why? She’ll learn so much more than she bargained for after she breaks up a fight between two big, brawling men in a hotel parking lot.

  Abel, Cory, and Selina all want three very different things out of life. None of them could have predicted that they would also need each other.

  WARNING: This story is for mature readers only. It contains steamy MMF and MM scenes.

  Chapter One

  Abel Giovanni

  “Good news, men,” Roman begins from the head of the Savage Kings MC meeting table. “Reece has been keeping an eye on the Cape Cartwright Police Department’s case reports. It looks like they’re putting the blame on Leroy for the Rebel Henchmen and the strip club manager who was killed.”

  “Thank fuck,” Nolan mutters since it was him who had us risking our necks. Not that any of us regret it. No, I’d happily jump in the line of fire for either of my best friends again if they asked. Still, it is a damn relief that there’s no blowback and none of us will be serving life for the murders. Not that we killed the seven Rebel Henchmen bikers. No, Nolan only put a few bullets in the club manager while Hugo and I watched. The fucker deserved a slow death, so he’s lucky Nolan gave him a quick one with a few bullets in his head.

  “Even better,” Roman goes on to say. “Their PD has put out an APB on Leroy. He’s a wanted man, so they have no idea that he’s six feet under.”

  I offer Nolan a grin and a fist bump. “Looks like it all went down just as you wanted.”

  “Thanks,” Nolan replies. “I couldn’t have done it without all of you helping me. I just hate that we have three men down.”

  “The prospects and Leo are going to be fine,” Roman assures the table. “In fact, they should be coming home from the hospital any day now.”

  “That’s great, and a weight off my shoulders,” Nolan says. “Sucks that they had to take the pain and suffering for me. I owe them.”

  “Doing what needs to be done is just part of being a member of this club,” Cannon, one of the blond surfer boy–looking twins, replies, and Conrad nods his agreement.

  “So, now that we know we’re not going to prison, when’s the big day?” Winston asks Nolan with a smirk.

  “Rita’s working on picking a new date. We both thought it would be best to give Leo, Jake, and Lucas a few weeks to heal so they can come to the wedding.”

  “That’s good of you,” Verek agrees.

  “It’s the least we can do for them,” Nolan replies. “And I know it’s not my decision alone, but I vote to give Jake and Lucas their patches. That is, if they still want them.”

  Everyone goes quiet around the table. Not because we don’t agree with Nolan, but because after taking a few bullets and nearly dying, the prospects might not want to wear the skull king patch.

  “Let’s give them some time to heal before we take a vote,” Roman decides. “The pain might be too fresh. I would hate for them to walk away now when they’re so close. Those two kids have proven themselves time and time again. Anyone disagree?”

  “Nope,” Winston murmurs. “Even the hardest of us would have to think about shit if we got shot down like they did. We should keep an eye on them, help them recover, and then see where their heads are at in a few months.”

  Everyone nods their head, so Roman says, “Sounds like a plan. Unless anyone else has anything to say, we’ll adjourn for the week.”

  When nobody speaks up, he slams the gavel down. “See you next Thursday if not before, gentlemen.”

  We all stand up to leave the chapel, but most of us hang around the bar, catching up.

  Like usual, Nolan, Hugo, and I form our own little group within the larger one.

  “You got a horseshoe up your ass?” Hugo asks Nolan while giving him a slap on his shoulder. “Because you are one lucky son of a bitch.”

  “Don’t I fucking know it,” Nolan responds with a grin. “I’ll grab us three a beer.” He goes around the bar to grab them himself since Leo, our usual bartender, is laid up in the hospital. He was tortured for hours by Leroy and is probably more traumatized than the prospects. Hopefully he doesn’t turn in his cut after that shit.

  “You think he’s lucky?” I ask Hugo when Nolan’s out of earshot. “The man spent two year
s in prison for shit he didn’t do!”

  “Yeah, that little bastard who put him there is getting off way too easy,” he agrees.

  “If Rita’s brother is coming to the wedding, we should fuck him up a little. What do you say?”

  Hugo shakes his head. “Nolan would kick your ass if you hurt his bride’s brother at the wedding.”

  “Then we wait until after he and Rita leave for their honeymoon.”

  Hugo considers that for a second, his fingers stroking his jet-black beard. Finally, he grins, and the sight of it does shit to me that it shouldn’t. “Now that could work.”

  Selina Davis

  My first graveside funeral service is not to say goodbye to one person but seven.

  Seven fucking men are being buried in the ground at the same time. Sure, they could all be a bunch of crazy, drunk assholes, but they were like my second family, as dysfunctional as it was.

  Losing them all in the blink of an eye just doesn’t make any sense.

  It was a day like any other. I left to go to the grocery store like I had a million times before to get two carts of groceries to cook dinner for everyone for the week. When I came back to the clubhouse, they were all just…gone, brutally shot to death by one big psycho fucker.

  I don’t even know why Leroy killed his MC brothers. It’s not like any of the men talked to me about club business. No, I was just one of several club girls who cooked for them, cleaned up after them, and fucked Dubois, the president, whenever he wanted. I liked being needed, so it didn’t seem like that big of a trade-off to keep a roof over my head and be part of a family since he let me move into this trailer with him too. I’m just a sucker for tough guys in leather who ride Harleys. I tried to make Dubois happy so I could be his ole lady. I think I would have been too, eventually, if he hadn’t been killed.

  After grieving, crying for the past three days, though, I’m ready to move on to another emotion. I think anger would be a nice change of pace.

  So, after everyone begins to leave the cemetery, I march over to the two uniformed officers who led the front of the procession on their motorcycles. They stayed for the funeral, both of them friends of Dubois.

  I recognize one of the two who are talking cheerfully while tears still dampen my cheeks. The assholes. I even overhear masculine laughter like they’re telling jokes instead of respectfully remembering the lives of the seven men lost.

  “Hey!” I call out to get their attention. They both have their backs to me. Dwight glances over his shoulder briefly, eyeing my short black dress and bare legs before turning around again with worry pinching his face.

  “Dwight, I’m talking to you!”

  I grab his arm and jerk him around, angry he dismissed me so fast.

  “Watch it!” the other cop warns. He reaches over, seizing my jaw and squeezing it. “Didn’t Dubois teach you better manners, little girl?”

  If he thinks a little pain is going to drop me to my knees, then he’s stupid. You don’t survive warming a drunken outlaw biker’s bed without a decent pain tolerance.

  “Let go of her,” Dwight says to his colleague. “I’ve got this.”

  “Where’s Leroy? Why haven’t y’all found him yet?” I ask him, the words somewhat slurred thanks to the other man’s grip on my face. Still, I’m undeterred as I stare up at his pinched face. “Answer me, Dwight, or else,” I warn him.

  The other officer chuckles. “That motherfucker is long gone, sweetheart.” Thankfully, he finally lets go of my jaw.

  “What have the detectives found out? Why did he snap and kill everyone?” I ask, my big blue, watery eyes begging Dwight to answer me. I decide to ignore the asshole with him.

  “You’re lucky you weren’t there, Selina.”

  “Tell you what,” the grabby-handed dick says when he steps in front of me to block the other man from my view. Both of his thumbs are hooked in the front of his pants on either side of his belt buckle. There’s also a big grin on his face. “Get on your knees and show me how good you suck cock and maybe I’ll answer your question.”

  I don’t think; I just move. Maybe it’s the sadness and confusion that made me snap. All I know is that I just react in that moment.

  Lifting my knee, I slam it as hard as I can between the cop’s legs. He cries out in agony, then drops like a sack of potatoes to his knees while both hands go to the injured body part.

  “I think I like seeing you on your knees better,” I tell him.

  “You’re gonna pay for that, honey,” Dwight warns me.

  “He deserved it. Now please, tell me what you know!”

  We both stare down at the injured man, his face turning tomato red. “Fucking…bitch.”

  “Let’s take a walk,” Dwight says. When he lays his hand gently on my upper arm to steer me away from his wounded friend, I let him because I know he wouldn’t hurt me. The two of us go way back to high school. I know his secrets, which is why he won’t blow me off.

  We follow the paved road about twenty feet before coming to a stop.

  “I’ll tell you what the detectives know so far, but then you better get your ass out of town before Burch’s balls drop and he comes after you.”

  “Fine,” I agree. There’s nothing left for me in Cape Cartwright now anyway. I’m on my own, maybe a hundred bucks to my name. There’s no way I can go back home to that crowded house ever again even if I wanted to, and I don’t.

  “You knew Leroy, right?” Dwight asks.

  “Yes. He was a big, crazy asshole.” I’m lucky that he didn’t want me. No, he made it abundantly clear that he thought I was a no-good slut after the night I fucked Dubois in front of him. Now I think that might have been a blessing.

  Dwight nods. “From what the detectives learned from the dancers and waitresses at the strip club, Leroy was obsessed with a girl he met there – Rita Collins. She was a waitress he wanted, and he was waiting for her to divorce some man so he could…be with her.”

  “He killed her too?” I say in concern.

  “No. They thought that at first, that Leroy may have killed her. But then a detective talked to her landlord, who said she moved out of her apartment right before the shootings happened. She left her keys in the lockbox and then called him a few days later to give him her new address in Myrtle Beach, where she wanted him to mail her deposit check to her.”

  “So, you think Leroy snapped because of some woman leaving town?” I ask.

  “Maybe. She’s got a clean record and wasn’t in town when shit went down, so she’s clear.”

  “What’s her new address?”

  “Sorry, honey, I can’t give you that even if I knew it off the top of my head. But I do remember she lived at the Cherry Wood Apartments. If you’re nice to the landlord, he might tell you.”

  “Okay, thanks,” I say since it’s more than I knew before.

  Leroy went ballistic over a woman. I just don’t understand why he would take his anger out on his MC brothers.

  “Anyway, that’s all I know and probably all we’ll ever know,” Dwight says.

  “Why is that? Some cop will find him eventually, right?”

  “Nah. Leroy is long gone. The detective in charge has basically closed the case.”

  “What?” I exclaim. “No, Dwight. You can’t let him give up! Not yet, not until Leroy is behind bars where he can’t hurt anyone else!”

  “You know I don’t have a say…” he starts, but I interrupt.

  “You owe me, Dwight,” I remind him. “Please. Just ask the detective to go talk to the woman and make sure he didn’t follow her out of town. Please?” I beg.

  “Fine. I’ll see what I can do, as long as you keep your mouth shut and get out of town,” he warns me.

  “I will,” I promise him. “I’ll be calling you in a few days for an update.”

  “I figured you would. Just tell dispatch that you’re my old girlfriend.”

  “Yeah, right,” I say with a sigh.

  Chapter Two

  C
ory Collins

  I finally reach and grab my phone from the nightstand after the third time it rings, despite the annoyed complaints from the body underneath me.

  “Don’t make a fucking sound,” I warn before answering without looking at the screen since I know who it will be. “Yeah?”

  “Cory! Hey, I finally got you. Are you coming or not?” my sister, Rita, demands.

  I was about to come, but now it’s doubtful…

  My hips thrust without a thought from me, my dick unable to understand why we stopped moving, earning a muffled grunt of encouragement from below.

  “Cory? Are you there?”

  “I’m here.”

  “So? Are you coming to the wedding or not?”

  “Ah, sure. Yeah, I’ll come if you really want me to be there,” I say. There’s no way I would miss my sister’s wedding. She’s the only family I have left, and she hates me. Rightfully so. And since she’s marrying Nolan, the man who went to prison because of my fuckup, I might not make it back to college alive.