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by Lane Hart


  “I told you I’d protect you, yeah? That means against the fuckin’ cops too, Charlie. They don’t fuck with me, I own them,” I tell her keeping her head pressed against my chest. I run my fingers through her hair and I can feel her relax into my touch.

  “Do you think they’ll come after me?” I knew there was something else bothering her but I couldn’t pin point it. Now I know.

  “I’ve heard a few things, but nothin’ you need to worry about.”

  “What does that mean? I have nothing to worry about? Goddamn it, Savage!” Shoving out of my arms, she steps back quickly, running her hand through her long dark hair. I take the opportunity to pull my jeans back up and watch her. She’s on edge, that much is evident, but why? Is this really bothering her that much?

  “Charlie, come on. Trust me when I say that I got this, sweetheart. The cops ain’t gonna fuck with me. I own ninety-nine percent of them,” I tell her through a chuckle. Charlie spins around, hands on her hips and glares at me.

  “And that other one percent?” Fuck, this girl likes to test my patience and it’s beginning to wear thin. Crossing the room toward her, I grab her around her throat and hold her there. Her eyes widen in fear but as my thumb slowly strokes over her skin, the fear turns to lust. I don’t stop the motion as I look her in the eyes.

  “Fuck that other one percent. If any of them have the balls to step up to me, I will kill every one of them, hear me?” Something unusual crosses her face and I can’t say that I dislike it. Something about the smell off fear when it wafts off the victim just does it for me.

  “I’m scared, Savage. I’m not ready to die.” Her admission throws me off balance. I’ve never been around someone who isn’t ready to die. In fact, all my brothers are waiting for it to come to them.

  “You’re not gonna die on my watch, Charlie. We need to get you back to the clubhouse. Or you still hell bent on goin’ home?”

  “You’d let me stay longer?”

  “Until the threat is over, yeah. “

  “So, there is a threat!” She tries to pull away but I tighten my hand around her throat.

  “Your pleasure is mine. Your safety is mine. You need to fuckin’ understand that before we walk outta here.” Her eyes dance between mine before I see her break. She gives in and nods her head. I nod along with her before pulling her lips back to mine. I kiss her just like the name. Savage.

  Chapter Nine

  “It was you! There are pictures of you and some woman! Who the fuck is she?” Bryon screams at me, that vein in his neck pulsing rapidly and nearly out of control. I can’t hold back the chuckle that escapes me as I blow out a ring of smoke.

  “Could have been your mom. Not too sure when it’s that dark. I do like a good piece of old pussy every once in a while.” Pushing his buttons doesn’t really do anything for me, but seeing his face turn red? That does. He moves quickly, wrapping his hands around my throat as I laugh harder. Before I know what’s happening his left fist slams into my ribs. I give him that one but that’s it. When he moves to swing again, I lose control. I move faster spinning around out of his grasp. My fist collides with his jaw knocking him back a few steps. David doesn’t move in to intervene this time, knowing that this shit was coming sooner or later.

  “You assaulted a police officer! A federal agent!”

  “Fuck you and your goddamn status! I don’t give a shit about you!” Spitting on the ground in front of him, I smile.

  “Let’s just calm down! Now Bryon, he got you Russel. What more do you want? You asked him for more information on him and there it is!” David says pointing to the folder that lies on the ground. I did what he wanted. I got Russel on camera selling the fucking guns to Bloody Sunday MC. I got all the meet times and drop locations and this son of a bitch is still picking at me.

  “Yeah and killed two members!” Bryon snaps looking from me to David.

  “What is the difference? You were taking them down anyway. He just helped your ass out.”

  “When you took the job as Chief was it always your intention to go rogue? To turn your head every time some scum throws you a stack of cash?” That hit a nerve with good old Chief David. I watch his eyes flare with anger.

  “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. I’d rather side with Savage than a piece of shit like you. You run around town kissing your boss’s ass all the time, but when is it your time to shine? You spit shine the fucker’s shoes and I bet you wipe his ass too and still, you get sent out on the lowest of the low, right?”

  “Keep opening your mouth and I’ll shut you down, David! I have the authority!” Chuckling, I take step toward him, anger rushing through my body. I can feel the fire building. Pushing him back with my hand wrapped around his throat, I force to bend backward over the edge of the parking deck. His arms flail, his body tries to respond, but the more he fights, the looser my hold gets. I want him to fall. I want to watch his death at my hands.

  “You talk way too much shit, Bryon. You’re nothin’ around here but a little piece of shit that’s stuck to my boot. You keep shit goin’ this way and I can promise you that you will end up on the losin’ end. I’ve about had enough of you snoopin’ around on my goddamn club. My boys are off limits!” The howl that comes from me echoes through the night sky. Bryon continues to flail around in my grasp doing nothing but wearing himself out.

  “Let him go,” David says not looking so sure that he really wants me to either. I’m sure he’d be thrilled if I just tossed the fucker over the edge and got it over with. I pull the fucker back up and toss him to the concrete as he curses under his breath.

  “You’re gonna pay for that shit!”

  “Doubt it. You got Russel, now back the fuck off me for a while.”

  “We don’t have a while!”

  “That sounds like your problem. Don’t get my graciousness fucked up. I did your dirty work. Now I have shit to handle. You want more? Wait for it. Don’t you fuckin’ call me and don’t you dare look into my club, hear me?” Pointing at the asshole, he nods his head slowly. Bryon needs to learn his place and right now, he’s at the bottom of the food chain. I could throw him to the wolves and watch as they tear him apart limb by fucking limb. It wouldn’t even take much either.

  “Just calm down, Savage. He’s going to back off, aren’t you?” David looks over at Bryon, and my eyes follow. Bryon nods, as he stands, brushing off his suit.

  “Keep that girl under control and out of the way. I don’t know who the fuck she is, but if they find out she was the shooter, they will kill her.”

  “Did I need your input? Did I ask for your motherfuckin’ opinion?” Stepping toward him once more, David steps in between us, his hand coming to rest on my chest.

  “Just go!” I watch Bryon a second longer. “Go, Savage!”

  With a grunt I turn on my heel and head toward my bike. I’ve had enough with this shit already. Isn’t it enough that I have to be the goddamn rat that I despise? In my mind I know it’s completely fucked up, but when you look at the bigger scene that’s unfolding in front of me, it makes senses. I won’t let my guys go down without a fight, and I plan on fighting this piece of shit until the end. I climb on my bike and head back through town and straight toward the warehouses. I know there’s a load of coke that needs to be sorted, and tonight is the night one of our dealers picks up. When I pull in and see that Thorn and Q are already here, I grin. At least I got my boys with me tonight. I’ve been mulling over the idea of talking to Thorn about the rat problem we have. I climb off my bike after parking near the others and heading inside.

  “You ready for this shit?” I ask walking in and taking in the scene in front of me. The smirk that was on my face slowly fades when I see the blood spilled in the middle of the room.

  “What the fuck is this?” I point to the blood now staining my warehouse floor.

  “That was Mick,” Thorn chuckles before pulling the cigarette from his lips. “Before he lost his head.”

  “And?�


  “And I shot him,” Q adds.

  “What the fuck for?”

  “Caught him in here when we got here tamperin’ with shit. Or stealin’ it, whichever you prefer. That’s a no-no,” Q tells me with a smirk on his face. I sigh and run my hand through my hair, cursing under my breath.

  “We trust one motherfucker and this is what happens!” I roar kicking the closest crate to me. As if this shit with Bryon isn’t enough, now the bastards I trusted are sneaking into my fucking warehouse at night too.

  “Shermon is still on his way for his pickup. You wanna change it?” Thorn asks flicking his cigarette to the floor and snuffing it out with his boot.

  “Fuck no! We need to get this shit distributed and we need to get paid! Besides, this will show Shermon that we mean business. I trusted these fucks as our local dealers, but clearly I need to rethink who I put into higher positions.” Thorn nods and Q chuckles as I pace the floor.

  “What’s wrong with you? You seem on edge.” When I glance over at Thorn, the idea of telling the two of them hits hard. Maybe if I had more ears open in the club, they could help me figure this shit out.

  “It stays here, yeah?” I look between the two of them as they each nod their heads. Blowing out a breath, I lean against the nearest crate, crossing my arms over my chest.

  “We got a rat. I can’t say how I know but we do.”

  “You’re positive?” Q growls.

  “Damn positive. Reportin’ to the Feds. There’s a case bein’ built against the club.” Fuck! Just telling them makes me uneasy. They could ask questions. Although I don’t need to answer them being the fucking president, I can still feel this all ending badly on my end.

  “You fuckin’ kiddin’ me right now?” Thorn snaps. His eyes are wild and the anger that rises in him dances in his eyes like a lit flame. I knew he’d be pissed, I saw that shit coming. Hell, we’re all pissed but not knowing who it is is worse.

  “And we have no clue who it could be?”

  “Not one fuckin’ clue, brother. That’s all I got. I thought if there were more ears out there we might hear somethin’ or see somethin’ that’s off.”

  Q pulls a joint from his pocket and lights up before looking to Thorn and back to me. “This is fucked up, brother. We don’t need this shit right now.”

  “Who the fuck you tellin’? Now we got a dead Mick and some fuckin’ rat in the club. What else is there?” Throwing my hands out to my sides, I’m pissed at this helpless feeling. I hold way too much energy inside of me to handle all this on top of the fucking Feds.

  “Your new girl?”

  Just hearing him ask pisses me off. Charlie has nothing to do with this shit. She was in the wrong place when I was in the wrong mood.

  “Started before her,” I tell them in a clipped tone.

  “Goddamn man. We’re gonna be fucked!” Q roars, pulling our attention to him. Shaking my head, I walk over and slap a hand on his shoulder.

  “You think I’d let that happen? When have I ever let this club down?”

  “Never, Savage. You never have but the fuckin’ Feds?”

  “You doubt I can handle the Feds, Q?”

  He huffs but shakes his head. “Fuck no. I think if anyone can it’d be you.”

  “Goddamn right it’ll be me.”

  Chapter Ten

  I hold my cards in my hands but my eyes move through the room to find Charlie. I don’t like the way Thorn is all over her tonight. In fact, I’ve noticed it a few times this week. Charlie has been taking time to herself, or so she says. I always send a prospect out with her but she mainly goes home and they don’t see anyone else roaming around there. It strikes me as strange that she doesn’t mention her family at all either. I’ve dug into her background and not much jumps out at me. She was in trouble when she was younger for stealing but that’s the end of that. Her record was sealed when she turned eighteen. Nothing else was in her file, not even a goddamn parking ticket. Something about that unnerves me, but without more to go on, I feel like I’m just being paranoid.

  “You gonna play, fucker?” Asphalt, another brother, asks from across the table. I flip him off and toss my cards at him before shoving out of my chair. My nerves are firing off knowing that I have to spy on the fucking drop between BSMC and their coke dealer tonight. I hate the thought of being too close to that shit, but if I want to keep the fucking Feds out of our asses, I do what I have to do. I know the end outcome of this if the club finds out what I’ve done. I know what I’m facing, and yet for some fucking reason, I know that I’m doing the right thing. The guys all laugh and holler for me as I stalk toward the bar. Flipping them the finger, I ignore the words they throw my way. I sit on the stool in front of the bar when Myra strolls over flipping her hair over her shoulder and grinning at me.

  “What can I get you, Savage?” she purrs, pushing her tits out in my face. Club whores, gotta love them.

  “Jack and a beer. Make that two,” I tell her as my eyes trail Charlie’s every move. There is something about her, about the way she’s just melted into the walls of this club that rubs me wrong. She isn’t one of us. Of course, she accepted the challenge in the bar that day and I’ve fucked her senseless since then, but there is more to her and her story that I’m going to find out. She has more history in those beautiful ocean blue eyes that she isn’t letting out, but I plan on prying into. Myra sets my drinks on the bar and I quickly grab them up and stand. Walking toward Charlie, it’s almost as if she can sense me coming. Her head spins in my direction, her hair flipping over her shoulder. I hold the beer out to her and watch as she smiles and takes it.

  “Thanks.”

  I give her a slight nod. She killed two men. Shot them to death and yet their deaths haven’t been as hard on her as I thought they’d be. I remember my first kill and I still to this day remember the guilt that ate me alive. I was sixteen years old and I had to prove my worth to this club. I did just that but not without feeling the aftershocks of it all. Yet, Charlie stands here drinking her beer without a fucking emotion flickering over her face.

  “Why are you staring at me?” she asks with a smirk. Fuck, I’d like to fuck that smirk off her face.

  “Just thinkin’ about some things.”

  “Want to talk about them?”

  With the shrug of a shoulder, I peak her interests. I want her to ask. I want her interested in what I have to say because I want to see her reaction and the look in her eyes.

  “Wanna take a walk?” I ask, looking deep in her eyes. She nods her head and motions for the door. I follow her outside and down the sidewalk a little ways before I stop and lean against the side of the club.

  “What’s wrong? Have you heard something about what happened?” I chuckle at her whisper.

  “Not exactly. I wanted to ask you somethin’ and I want you to be straight with me, Charlie. I like you. I like havin’ you around, but there is somethin’ that has been lingerin’ in the back of my head since that night.” Charlie watches me slowly sipping her beer as if it’s a lifeline.

  “What is it?”

  “You don’t seem affected, at least not how I thought you’d be.”

  “What is that supposed to mean?” she snaps, her eyes narrowing on mine. I shove off the wall letting the bottles in my hands fall to the ground with a clink as I step into her space.

  “It means that you killed two men and you barely blinked an eye,” I say, my breath dancing over her lips. Charlie watches me but doesn’t say anything at first.

  “What do you want me to do? Cry and rock myself to sleep in a corner?”

  My eyebrows shoot into my hairline. That wasn’t the reaction I thought I was going to get from her, but in true Charlie style, it surprised me. Reaching over, I rest my hand on her hip, never breaking eye contact.

  “Have you killed before, Charlie?” My thumb moves in circles over the exposed skin right above the waist of her jeans. Charlie shudders but keeps herself composed and in check as she looks me in the eye
.

  “You fucked me for months. Don’t think that you know my history, Savage.” There she goes again with those goddamn surprises.

  “That’s the thing, Charlie. I looked into your past and all I saw was some petty shit.”

  “You did what?” she snaps, her whole attitude changing in the matter of seconds. My eyes sweep over her face but she keeps her emotions under control. Not one ounce of fear can be seen in those blue orbs.

  Raising an eyebrow, I ask her, “You think I’d keep you around this long and not check into you?” Charlie opens her mouth but nothing comes out.

  “You see, I was thinkin’ of havin’ you go home, go back to your life before you met me. Then I thought, why? She’s been here for months and hasn’t mentioned a job, family, or the fact that you’d need money to live on. Things started comin’ together and it made me wonder.”

  Shoving my hand off her hip, she glares at me and asks, “Made you wonder what?”

  I smirk and cross my arms over my chest. I think I might be on to something here but I don’t know what yet.

  “It made me wonder who Charlie really is. What the hell you’re really doin’ with me and at my clubhouse.” Our eyes are in a silent war, but the more we stand here staring at each other the more I think I’m going to be on the losing end. Charlie is clearly hiding something from me and I want to fucking know what that something is.

  “What the hell does that mean? I’ve been fucking you at your clubhouse! You brought me here, remember?”

  “Oh, I remember!” I growl grabbing her around the throat and push her into the wall. Her eyes widen and her lips part but she doesn’t say a word. The good in me is warring with the bad, and I can’t figure out which one is going to win.

  “You’re fuckin’ with my head, Charlie, and I don’t like it,” I hiss between my clenched teeth. My jaw ticks as a look down at her.

 

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