by Jordan Marie
Rory
Jordan Marie
Copyright © 2018 by Jordan Marie
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WARNING: This book contains sexual situations, violence and other adult themes. Recommended for 18 and above.
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Contents
Title Page
Blurb
1. Rory
2. Rory
3. Crusher
4. Crusher
5. Rory
6. Rory
7. Rory
8. Rory
9. King
10. Rory
11. Rory
12. Rory
13. FBI Agent Gavin Lodge
14. Crusher
15. Rory
16. Dragon
17. Rory
18. Nicole
19. Rory
20. Dragon
21. Rory
22. Rory
23. Rory
24. Rory
25. Gavin
26. Diesel
27. Diesel
28. Rory
29. Rory
30. Crusher
31. Diesel
32. Rory
33. Rory
34. Diesel
35. Diesel
36. Rory
37. Diesel
38. Rory
39. Diesel
40. Rory
41. Diesel
42. Rory
43. Diesel
44. Diesel
45. Rory
46. Devil
47. Diesel
48. Diesel
49. Diesel
50. Rory
51. Diesel
52. Rory
53. Diesel
54. Diesel
55. Rory
56. King
57. Wolf
58. Diesel
59. Rory
60. Diesel
61. Diesel
Epilogue
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Savage MC Tennessee Chapter
Book 3
Noah was everything to me.
* * *
When we were together, the world faded away.
He made me remember the girl I used to be.
Being with him, helped me find myself.
* * *
But, our love was like a war—
Each side fighting for survival.
* * *
I still crave his touch.
He still wants my body.
But Noah’s out for revenge.
* * *
I’m tired of fighting.
I don’t have a battle plan.
I’m just stuck in the crossfire with no way out…
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Series Order:
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Devil
Diesel
Rory
1
Rory
“Hello?” A man’s voice comes across the line and I wince, looking around me. It’s loud, and I can’t afford to attract attention.
“Is this…,” I clear my throat as fear almost keeps the words in. “Is this the man they call Crusher?”
“Yeah,” he says, sounding alert now, whereas before his voice seemed thick with sleep. “Who’s this?”
I swallow. I’ve gone around and around this conversation in my head. I didn’t know how to tell him, and I don’t want him to doubt that what I’m telling him is the truth. It’s definitely irony, but to get this Crusher person to believe me… I’m going to lie my ass off.
“My name is Rory McDaniels,” I tell him, giving him one of the very few truths I can give him.
“What do you want?” he asks.
“Cowboy? Are you okay?” I hear a woman ask in the background.
“I’m fine, Hellcat, go back to bed,” he says, his voice muffled, like he put a hand over the receiver.
“Are you there?” I ask him, looking around in the dark. Something about the way he spoke to the woman reassures me that this was the right man to call.
“How did you get my number?” he growls.
“From a friend,” I tell him… not exactly a lie.
“Lady you need to start talking a hell of a lot more than you are, or I’m hanging up,” Crusher says.
“I live in Whitefish, Montana,” I tell him and that lie… That one hurts.
“So?”
“My boyfriend was mugged last week,” I tell him and that lie… that one hurts too.
“Lady—”
“He’s been in a coma,” I tell him, and my voice shudders with that truth. You can hear it vibrate through my voice, but there’s nothing I can do about it.
“I’m sorry for his bad luck, but I don’t see what this has to do with me. I—”
“He’s awake now,” I tell him and that lie… God! That one burns like liquid fire down my throat. “He’s awake and… he asked me to call you and ask you to come to him.”
“Darlin’ I’m not about to—”
“My boyfriend’s name is Westin Cross. Do you know who that is?” I ask, knowing he will… or at least praying he does. I’m not sure if I know anything these days.
“Fuck,” he says and I can hear the pain in his voice. “Yeah,” he says finally, letting out a deep breath along with the word. “Yeah, I know who that is.”
“He needs you to come to the Westlake General Hospital near Whitefish, Montana.”
“Whitefish, Montana—”
“I have to go now. The doctor is coming in,” I tell him, adding yet another lie…
“But—” Crusher starts to argue, but I really have to go.
I look around in the darkness and the shadows around me seem to come to life. My heart-rate has kicked into overdrive and my palms are sweaty against the receiver of the phone.
I’m calling from a payphone… Who knew they still had those? I lay my head against the glass and try to still my nerves. It doesn’t work, but I try anyway.
“I have to go,” I tell this Crusher person again. “Just please hurry. He needs you. We all do,” I tell him, my hand going to my stomach.
“Listen, Ms. McDaniel—”
I hang up before he finishes talking. I pull my black jacket tighter around my body, wishing it was thicker. Then, I leave the phone booth. I slip back into the darkness, letting it hide me. It’s the only friend I have these days.
2
Rory
“Rory do you think Uncle Crusher will find Daddy?” Ryan asks quietly. His voice sounds so sad, there’s no trace of the little boy I met when he first moved to Montana. If I didn’t already have reason to kill my brother, that would be reason enough.
“He will since I called him,” I whisper, kissing the top of his head and holding him close.
“I told you my Daddy would live. I knew the monster hadn’t killed him. I knew it,” Ryan whispers and I try and hold back the tears just as I always do.
“You did, sweetheart. You knew it.”
“Daddy gets better he’ll find us Rory. He’ll save us and you won’t have to worry anymore,” he tells me and I kiss the t
op of his head.
“I know, sweet boy. I know.”
“He’ll make sure the monster pays for hurting you too. He will make him sorry!”
“Get some rest, Ryan. Tomorrow we’ll have to move again.”
“We do?” he asks, sounding worn out and it hurts me. I’m tired too, so tired that everything inside of me is screaming for rest.
“We can’t let King find us,” I tell him, but he knows. I tell him the same thing each time we move on to the next town.
“Are we going back to Uncle Crusher’s? If we can go there, he’ll protect us.”
“We can’t right now, Ryan. I told you why.”
“Because that’s where the monster will look for us.”
“That’s right, baby.”
“Where are we going?” he asks and I think about the last fifty dollars I have in my back pocket.
“As far as we can get the bus to take us.”
“Will we be able to stay?”
“For a little while,” I tell him.
At least until I can gather enough money for another bus ticket.
It’s a shit plan.
But it’s the only plan I have.
“Good. Daddy will find us soon,” Ryan whispers. He’s never given up on his faith in Noah. He’s a baby though. I haven’t been able to tell him about his Daddy. Not yet…
I don’t know how.
3
Crusher
It’s been a long hard ride. I think I’m getting too fucking old for this shit. We pull into the parking lot of the hospital the McDaniels chick named, one right after another. There’s not that many of us. Until I know what I’m dealing with I tried to play it safe, and to be honest our club isn’t that big. Diesel had trouble bringing new members in because he wasn’t sure he could trust them. After everything he has been through, I can’t say that I blame him.
I’m leading the pack and behind me is Fury, Gunner, and Rebel—our newest member. I left Devil behind to run things and Scorpion is there with him. We have some prospects and I told Devil to test the fuckers out while I’m gone. It’s time to figure out who we have to count on during a firefight.
You can hear the rumbling of our pipes as we pull in. I used to get off on that noise, the racking, the roar. Back in the day, when I ran with Dragon and the boys… Fuck… We’d tear up the backroads of Kentucky just to let people know we were there. I can’t lie. There are days when I miss those boys like you would miss losing a limb. They’re family.
Savage wasn’t a part of a huge chapter that migrated to Kentucky. We built that fucking shit from the ground up. There are a few chapters scattered here and there now, but that’s it. We only had one mission and that was a mission we felt deep.
Live free.
Where some clubs were fucking concerned about mixing the colors of our skin, more concerned with staying with their own… We said fuck off. We were brothers in every way that counted. We shed blood together and why some people can’t get that it doesn’t matter the color of your skin, because underneath we all fucking bleed the same color blood, is beyond me. We didn’t let that shit in our club. We didn’t let that in our lives.
We still don’t.
So, yeah, I miss it. When Diesel opened up a Savage Tennessee Chapter, that wouldn’t have happened if Dragon didn’t trust Diesel. Diesel might not have been in our core group, but he was of the same ilk. Our beliefs, our values, they were the same. He became family.
Shit went down and I fucked up. Dragon fucked up. Jesus, it was so bad it still hits me in the middle of the night. In the end, the love between my brothers and I was still there, but I needed to start over. I wanted that for Dani, but if I’m completely honest… I needed it even more for myself.
Which means, I might miss my brothers in Kentucky, but Tennessee is home. And my feelings run just as deep for Diesel and the men who have my back now. The fact that Diesel was brought down, has been in a coma for almost two weeks and I had no idea… Jesus. That cuts me alive. I’m pissed at myself. There’s no denying it. If I had just stopped and thought, I would have found Diesel earlier. I let him have his space, let him do what he needed to do and trusted him to contact me when he was ready.
That was stupid.
That was another mistake on my part and I pray to hell and back that I didn’t let my brother down, making mistakes like I made with Dragon, Bull and Dancer. I pray, but in my gut, I know I did. I knew Diesel had a place here in this damn town. I’d forgotten, but in the back of my mind the knowledge was there.
Definitely pissed at myself.
I’m off my bike, and walking toward the entrance, without waiting. The others fall in line with me. I can feel eyes on us, but I ignore it. This town probably has ownership from another club—most do. I don’t know whose territory it is, because I didn’t take the time to research that shit. I needed to get to my boy. Scorpion is working on that intel, he’ll let me know and then I’ll make moves from there.
I follow the signs that point to the registration desk. I figure they can tell me what room Diesel is in. I called the hospital before we headed out, but they refused to give me information. In fact, they hung up on me. I didn’t have resources to find out anything quickly, so I made this fucking trip in record time and the boys and I have rode hard, barely stopping to take a piss. We made it here in about twenty-four hours. All of which means, I’m fucking tired, hungry, pissed and a bunch of other shit I’m not even naming. They’ll let me see my boy. If they don’t, I’ll burn this fucking town down and at this point I’m deadly serious.
“I’m looking for my brother,” I tell a startled looking older lady behind a reception desk.
“Uh, what’s his name?” she asks, taking a pin out of her permed, gray hair and adjusting her glasses. She has a white stack of papers, about four or five that have been stapled together.
“Westin Cross,” I tell her.
She sifts through the numbers, and swear to God the woman is slow as fucking molasses. Gunner is beside me and he exhales to the point it sounds like he’s snoring.
“I don’t have a Westin Cross listed,” she says, looking up at us nervously.
What the fuck?
“Check again,” I growl.
The old lady jumps visibly and if I wasn’t so worried about Diesel, I’d feel like a piece of shit.
“I’m sorry,” she says. “There’s no Westin Cross listed in a room here.
“We were told he was in a coma and recently came out of it,” Gunner adds.
“There’s a chance he could be in the Intensive Care Unit. Those names are protected for family privacy, but since it’s your brother you should be able to check with them.”
“Where is that?” I ask her.
“ICU is on the fifth floor,” she responds. She barely has the words out before we’re heading toward the elevators.
4
Crusher
“I’m looking for Westin Cross?” I ask the woman at the nurse’s station.
“I’m sorry?” she asks, sounding surprised.
“I was told my brother was in here, Westin Cross?”
She frowns. “Let me double check,” she says. “I’m sorry. I don’t have a man listed by that name,” she says looking up from her papers.
“What in the ever-loving fuck?” Gunner growls. “If we came all the way here and Diesel is not here, I’ll hunt down that McDaniels chick on my own,” he growls, not bothering to be quiet about it.
“McDaniels?”
“Yes, Rory McDaniels, she’s the one that called me. Do you know her?”
“Give me a moment please,” she whispers, her face changing. She turns away, looking at us over her shoulder and goes to a doctor who is standing there looking at a chart. I watch as they whisper amongst themselves.
“What the hell do you think is going on?” Fury asks me. I frown.
“Fuck if I know, but something is,” I mutter, as the doctor nods to the nurse and then walks over to us.
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��I understand that you were sent here looking for a family member?”
“Yeah, and for some damn reason I feel like something is going on that I’m not a party to,” I tell the doctor.
“Can I have your name please?”
“Alexander Dawson,” I growl, even more confused.
“Your brother, do you happen to have his birthdate?”
“Doctor—”
“Birtley. My name is Dr. Birtley.”
“Fine, Dr. Birtley, I think it’s about time you tell me what’s going on.”
“I need you to confirm your brother’s birthdate and I know this is unorthodox, but do you have a picture ID for Mr. Cross?”
“What in the fuck?” Fury growls.
“His birthday is in February,” I tell him. He looks at me still waiting and I resist the urge to reach out and grab him by the throat and choke him if he doesn’t let me see Diesel—barely.