The Satan's Savages Series Box Set

by K E Osborn

  Lunar stops walking and turns to look at me with her mouth open wide. “Are you serious?”

  I huff and rub the back of my neck to ease the awkward tension. “Yeah, I wanna do right by her.”

  “So you’d sleep with only her… for her, and make her sleep only with you. But with me, it was still okay for me to be used by the other brothers?”

  Shit!

  “Lunar, it’s not like that—”

  “Not like what?” She tilts her hip to the side placing her hand on it.

  “Willow, she’s—”

  “If you say different, I’m going to kick your pussy-whipped motherfucking arse, Steel.”

  I smirk and decide not to say anything more. She huffs and shakes her head.

  “Fine, I didn’t want to sleep with you anyway.” She turns from me and storms away.

  I exhale and crack my neck to the sides. I don’t want to hurt Lunar, but she’s right. Willow is different. And I might be pussy-whipped, but I’d rather see where that takes me than wonder what if, if I never took the chance.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Going to bed thinking of Willow left me dreaming of her, which has left me waking up with a raging hard boner. Turning on my side, I grab my phone and unplug it from the charger, bringing the screen up into view. She’s on my mind again, and I just want to talk to her. Being a Tuesday I know she’ll be at work, but I’ll message her anyway and see if she writes back.

  Me: Hey babe, I’m really sorry about everythin’ that went down at the club when you were here. I just hope everythin’ is okay with us?

  I hit send and even though I know I sound a little weak in the message, I need to know we’re okay. The thought of her drifting away already is doing my head in. My phone beeps and I smile as I and open her reply.

  Willow: We’re good. I look forward to seeing you again, but I can’t chat right now. Jackson thinks it’s fun to throw Lego at another kid. xo

  I chuckle as the imagery comes into my mind and decide not to text her back. I don’t want to distract her while she’s working, especially if Jackson is misbehaving. I’m concerned he could be acting out and reacting to his father being away already. I just hope he’ll be okay in the long run.

  Shit!

  Right, enough of that pussy crap. I’d better get up for the day. After getting dressed, I head out to the wafting smell of fried bacon. The greasy smell invades my senses, and suddenly everything feels right in the world.

  Bacon makes everything better!

  As I clear the hallway and enter the clubroom, I see Knucklehead with one of those giant chef hats on, that I always think looks more like a mushroom cloud. He looks ridiculous, and it instantly makes me chuckle as I continue to Techie, who’s sitting down already eating. I lean over the top of him and steal a piece of his bacon, and he looks up at me and thumps me in the thigh as I chuckle and sit down next to him chomping on the delicious crispy pig.

  “Bit late for breakfast, isn’t it?” I ask looking up at the giant clock above the bar to see it’s eleven in the morning.

  “Brunch is just as good,” Techie says shovelling in a mouthful of sausage.

  I smile as FIM walks over and places a large plate of breakfast in front of me. “Thanks, FIM. Whose idea was this?”

  FIM smiles and shrugs. “Was mine and Doug’s. We wanted to do something for you guys.”

  I huff and open my eyes wide to Techie, who smiles and continues to chew away on a piece of hash brown, as FIM walks over to the bar and starts to eat his breakfast with Knucklehead and Doug.

  Since this has put me in a good mood and they’re being so friendly and shit, why don’t I change things up a bit and make an effort for them like they've done for us.

  “Oi, prospects. Come eat with us.”

  The room shifts to silence as my brothers all look at me, and Knucklehead raises his eyebrows at me. FIM and Doug casually walk over with their plates evidently not knowing what a privilege this is, as Knucklehead stands back cautiously.

  “It’s not a test, Knucklehead. I’m in a good mood, come eat with us.”

  “Steel, Mad Dog won’t like this,” Techie whispers to me.

  I shrug shovelling bacon into my mouth. “Is he here?” Techie swallows and shakes his head. “Then it’s all good then, eh? Knucklehead get your arse over here before I think you don’t want to sit with us.”

  His lips turn up into a smile as he grabs his plate and strides over to us. I pat the free seat next to me, and he sits down placing his plate on the table. He looks at me furrowing his brows like he still isn’t convinced this isn’t some sort of a test. I wrap my arm around his shoulders and pull him to me. He winces as I chuckle.

  “Relax kid, just have brunch with us.”

  He chuckles and nods his head and starts to eat his food. It’s actually nice to not have a rank system while we’re eating for once and to just have my brothers all eating together. The guys start to chat among themselves, and it’s great to see FIM and Doug settling into their new environment as we all welcome them in.

  Suddenly, the roar of a vast number of motorbikes invades all my senses. I stand up and watch Knucklehead as he races over to turn the music down—the noise and rumble of the bikes now clearly evident. Everyone else stands up looking around the room for guidance.

  Shit, this is not a drill!

  I pull out my weapon and lock and load it. The rest of my brothers follow suit, all bringing out their pieces and loading them. The clicking of the bullets slipping into place is the only sound, other than the roaring of the bikes in the background. We aren’t expecting visitors, and by the sheer volume of bikes approaching, we’re in for something big.

  “Techie, get on the cameras,” I call out. He pulls out his tablet and brings up the feed.

  My heart is racing outside of my chest. I’m not in the mood for a fight, and it sounds like one is headed straight for us.

  “Weapons down, guys. It’s the Aldinga Chapter pulling up at the gates. A lot of them too, Steel,” Techie declares as everyone slumps their bodies, including me.

  The Aldinga Chapter is an offset of the Virginia Chapter, we’re up north of Adelaide, and they’re down south.

  “Behemoth, go tell Gatekeeper to let ‘em in,” I say and Behemoth nods and races outside toward the gates.

  Dad and Chops rush out of the assembly room holding rifles, just as we’re all putting our guns away.

  “Get your weapons up and ready you fucking idiots!” Dad yells out to us all.

  “No need, Prez. It’s Gator from Aldinga.”

  Dad furrows his brows huffing and rests his rifle on the pool table and walks toward the back door. I decide to follow. I really want to know why Gator is here too. He’s a strange character—a rebel without a cause type of guy. He got his name Gator as in Road Gator—the slang meaning for the bits of shredded tyres littering a road after a semi truck’s tyres blow out or, in this case, are blown out. Gator was a prospect and doing a job for the Aldinga Chapter. A truck was getting away with their shipment, so Gator pulled out his sawed-off shotgun and blew the tyres out on the semi. The truck went over with their shipment in it, and the truck they had following was able to pick up the load and leave before the cops arrived. That’s how he earned his patch, and from there he worked his way up to become the president.

  Walking outside into the compound, I watch as bike after bike file into the club. There’s gotta be around twenty. Looking at Dad, he’s frowning and I know he’s gotta be wondering what the hell is going on, just like I am. Gator pulls up and we pace over to him as he leaps off his Hog. He stands up and we walk right up to him. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him, and with his shoulder length blond hair and beard, he hasn’t changed at all.

  Gator smiles at me as I grab and pull him to me for a man hug. He slaps my back as I laugh and rough him up a bit.

  “Hey fucker, long time no see,” I say and notice all my brothers welcoming the others with the same manly hugs I greeted Gator with
.

  “Yeah, it’s been what? At least eight months, right?” he asks running his hand through his hair.

  I nod as Dad slaps Gator’s shoulder. “What’s going on, Prez?”

  Straight to the point!

  Gator shakes his head and brings his hand up to rub his hairy chin. “The clubhouse was ambushed. We don’t know who. We lost men. Lots. All the brothers we have left are here. We don’t know who to trust, and we don’t know who’s after us. You’re the only chapter I thought we could turn to safely.”

  My chest constricts as I gaze around to see just barely twenty bikers here if that. “This is bullshit Gator. You had the biggest chapter in South Australia. Well over forty men, and how many are left?”

  Gator looks down to the ground and swallows hard. “Nineteen.”

  My mouth drops open wide as I exhale and shake my head while my fists clench into tight balls.

  “Hey Gator, where’s Smooth?” I ask searching around for him with my eyes.

  He exhales rubbing the back of his neck shaking his head. “The VP didn’t make it through the battle.”

  I slump my shoulders and sigh as Dad grabs Gator’s shoulder and squeezes. “You need anything, we’re here for you, brother. My club is yours until we can figure out who’s gunning for you. Do you have any ideas?” Dad asks.

  Gator shakes his head. “None. It was a total shock. We’re trying to go legit with our dealings, and maybe someone doesn’t like it… I don’t know! I have no idea what the deal is.”

  “We’ll figure it out, Gator.” I nod at him letting him know we’ll help him no matter how hard.

  “I don’t want to crowd your clubhouse. Do you have any housing we can stay at?”

  Dad nods. “We can work something out. But in the meantime, you can bunk with us. There’s plenty of rooms. Now come inside have some brew and relax, the girls will be in soon and they can help you all wind down.”

  Gator nods and looks back to his men and gestures for them to all follow him. We all walk back inside the clubhouse. It’s going to be very crowded here now with all these bikers around. Some of them are new and I haven’t met them before. Hopefully, they won’t cause trouble.

  As the Aldinga Chapter step in, I look over to FIM and Doug behind the bar. They’re both looking them over and fidgeting. Their actions make them seem nervous, so I walk over to the bar and sit on a stool as the noise level rises significantly just from the talking alone.

  “You two okay?” I ask and they both look at me with wide eyes and nod a little too frantically.

  Definitely nervous!

  “Yeah, just got used to all our new brothers, and now we have a whole other chapter to meet and take care of. It’s a little daunting,” Doug says and I nod.

  “You’ll get used to it. It’s part of the territory. You have your house brothers, but then there’s your club brothers from different chapters. The MC family is huge, boys.”

  FIM nods and Doug starts to pour the beers for the brothers all sitting down at the bar around me.

  “Beer!”

  “I need sustenance.”

  The guys all start taunting the prospects, and I chuckle as Doug starts to pour the beer in his usual terrible way. The head of it rising too fast. He places the first one on the counter, and I look at Knucklehead, who huffs and grabs it off the bar and then proceeds to pour it over Doug’s head. The amber liquid quickly pours down his face wetting his hair as he jolts from the sudden chill. I burst out laughing along with the rest of the room, as Doug huffs throwing a tea towel across the room in frustration. He wipes his face and then starts to pour another beer. His eyes squinting and his eyebrows forced together harshly, his tongue sticks out of his mouth slightly gripped by his teeth in utter concentration.

  This beer is much better, still too much head, but the guys around me need their booze after a long ride so this one will be drunk not worn.

  I turn around and make my way over to the lounges to sit with Gator and some of the other members I haven’t seen for a long time, and get lost in conversation as the club girls come out and a party soon erupts. Even though it’s still morning.

  ***

  The party has continued all day and well into the night. I’ve been drinking all day, and right now my head is spinning and my stomach’s even a little queasy. As I sit in the chair under the burning tree—watching the yellow and orange flickers of the fire as they dance around the bonfire—I lick my lips. My mouth is dry and I feel the need for another drink, but I know I’ve had enough. However, drinking water at a party like this would be frowned upon. It’s a hot night, everyone’s drinking still, the girls are dancing, the music is blaring, and I haven’t had this much fun in a while being around my brothers. This right here is why I love the club.

  Looking into the flames the yellow flickers to red, and it immediately brings to mind red hair. I smile as I think of Willow, and my cock twitches and grows hard as I remember her flaming red hair and how I wish she were here sitting on my lap right now. I want to see her, so I grab my phone from my pocket and bring up her photo. She looks so beautiful and innocent even if she’s a little blurry right now.

  I sigh as a head rests on my shoulder and then whistles. “She’s fine, brother, real sweet looking.”

  I look up to see Gator hanging over me, and I nod and pat the tree stump beside me for him to sit down. He does.

  “She’s great.”

  “Then why isn’t she here?”

  I huff and shake my head. “This would be too much for her.” I look over to see Crash banging Jodi up the arse up against the side of the clubhouse and chuckle slightly. “She’s not really biker club material.”

  Gator winces and shakes his head. “Mate, if she isn’t into the club that will cause issues. You gotta be prepared for that. One day she’ll make you choose. Bitches like that always do.”

  I furrow my brows and purse my lips in protest. “But if she’s into me and knows the club is my life, won’t she know that it means too much to me to make me leave?”

  He chuckles and shakes his head. “If you think that, then you’re either drunker than you think you are or more of a fucking idiot than I thought. Steel man, seriously, bitches like that only want one thing… a man in their life that won’t be dead the next day. You can’t promise her that in this club. So, she will make you choose. One day she will. I will bet my arse on it.”

  I exhale and sink back into the deck chair looking into the flames of the bonfire. They flicker and twirl just like my stomach is right now. I want Flame so much, but everything Gator’s saying makes sense. One day Willow will ask me to choose. I just don’t think I’d be able to choose her over the club.

  This place means everything to me.

  It’s my life.

  So maybe I should let her go now, and save us the trouble?

  Who am I kidding?

  I’m already so addicted to her, just thinking about her now is making my dick harder.

  I’m fucked!

  I rub my hands over my face and stand up abruptly making myself wobble slightly.

  “Whoa, Steel man,” Gator says steadying me. “You good?”

  I straighten myself up and nod. “Yeah, I’m callin’ it a night.” I don’t bother to hear his response, as I stagger off inside and toward the hallway. I’m stumbling on the spot when I see Lunar. She smiles, walks to me and grabs me steadying my body as she laughs to herself.

  “Someone’s had a bit to drink, but still manages a boner. I’m suitably impressed.”

  I chuckle as we continue to stagger to my room. She opens the door and helps me to my bed. I collapse onto the mattress as my head spins, and I see visions of Willow dancing around my room.

  I can feel my shoes being taken off followed by my pants. “Let’s see if we can help you out a little, hey?” Lunar asks.

  I nod not really knowing what she means as the room spins heavily and everything turns black.

  ***

  My stomach churns and my
head is pounding along with the rhythm of my heart. Each pound makes me feel more and more nauseous. Moaning slightly, I move my hand to my head, but then realise it’s weighted down. Wincing, I open my eyes and glance down to see Lunar lying on my chest. Blinking my eyes a few times to try and clear them, my heart begins to race erratically as my mind races to Willow, and the promise I made to her about not having sex with other women.

  “Fuck!” I murmur to myself.

  Looking down slowly, I pull the covers back to see we’re both naked, and I mentally slap myself in the head. I swallow hard and rub my face as Lunar begins to wake up. She looks up at me and smiles, I half smile back just to be nice.

  “Morning, Mister Snorey McSnorerson,” she says and I can’t help but chuckle.

  “I don’t snore.”

  She scoffs. “Ah… yeah… you do. And you need a shower, you stink.”

  Raising my eyebrows, I wonder if she means of sex or something else. “Of?” I ask trying to suss out if we slept together.

  “Bonfire, smoke and booze. It’s oozing from your pores, you caveman.”

  I purse my lips and nod. “Do I smell of anythin’ else?” I ask tilting my head.

  She furrows her brows and looks at me through squinting eyes. Then her eyes open wide like it’s just clicked in her mind what I’m subtly asking. “Oh, did we fuck? And do you smell like sex?” She giggles.

  I wince and nod. She giggles again and sits up on the bed, the sheet falling away from her tits and I can’t help but stare at the perfect mounds. Shaking my head, I blink and look away waiting for her answer. She leans down grabbing my semi-hard cock in her hand and tugging slightly.

  “Don’t worry, Steel. Your cock stayed dry all night. But it doesn’t have to now if you don’t want it to?” she says starting to pull up and down on my shaft.