Savage Kings MC Box Set 1

by Lane Hart

  “Don’t get your hopes up, honey,” the fishnet chick says. “If Chase Fury takes you downstairs, it’s just for you to suck his dick. Doesn’t mean you’re special.”

  “Oh,” I say with a nod, trying to bite back my jealousy. They may have been with Chase before, but never again. This afternoon I got a call from D.C. letting me know that I got the correspondent job. I didn’t tell Chase, because I’m going to turn it down. They gave me a few days to think about it, but I finally feel like I’m where I’m supposed to be. So, I better set these women straight, because I’m not going anywhere.

  “Well,” I start. “Since I took care of sucking his dick a few hours ago, he’s probably all good, but thanks for your concern.”

  Beside me, I’m pretty sure Maddox spews a little of Chase’s beer that he took over.

  “See, that’s all he’s looking for, sweetie,” the girl in a black leather dress with a silver zipper unzipped down to her navel says. “It’s not a good sign if he left you up here. That means you’re fair game for the other brothers. He won’t even remember your name tomorrow. Hell, he’s probably already forgotten it.”

  “Wanna bet?” I ask.

  “Bet what?” the third slut asks.

  “When he comes back, I’ll prove you all wrong,” I tell them. “Do you really want to embarrass yourselves? Wouldn’t you rather go find someone else’s dick to suck?”

  “Wow, what a bitch,” leather dress girl mutters under her breath.

  I look at each woman one at a time and then the rest of the bar, most of whom are watching our little drama unfold, and I realize something. Setting down my bottle on the bar, I stand up, towering over all three of them, because I’m over six feet tall when I’m wearing my high heels.

  “I get it now,” I tell them. “Congrats, girls. You were the best Chase could do when he was trying to find my replacement. But that’s all you’ll ever be to him, and I can’t wait to see the look on your faces when you realize it.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Chase

  “What’s up?” I ask Torin, who is sitting in his usual seat at the head of the table. I’m starting to realize he’s spending way too much time here.

  “I need to ask a favor,” he says.

  “Okay?” I say. Since I’m in a hurry, I don’t take a seat, hoping he’ll get to it. I should’ve brought Sasha down here with me. The club girls can be catty; but at the same time, Torin still thinks of her as nothing but a nosy reporter.

  “Can I borrow some money?” Torin asks through gritted teeth, telling me it cost him his pride to ask me that.

  “How much?”

  “Four hundred,” he says, and I know he means four hundred thousand.

  “So a million dollars is what Hector wants from you?” I guess, since Kennedy said he took six hundred out of their account.

  “How the fuck did you know that?” Torin asks.

  “A little detective work,” I reply. “And you know I’ll give it to you, but it won’t end there. Hector is gonna keep asking you for more money.”

  “I fucking know that, okay? That’s what he’s been doing for months. But what choice do I have?”

  “Set the meet and then kill him,” I suggest.

  “I told you that I couldn’t do that.”

  “Then you’re fucked,” I say, because it’s true. “And we both know what he’s gonna want after you pay him – you to hand me over to him.”

  Torin shakes his head. “I won’t fucking do that.”

  “He’s already asked, hasn’t he?” I realize. God, I’m slow sometimes.

  “Yes.”

  “Fucking great,” I grumble as I cover my face. “I’m tired of sitting around and waiting for the other shoe to drop,” I tell him. “Tonight, I’m putting together a crew, and then we’re gonna track this shit down that he’s blackmailing you with.”

  Torin takes a deep breath, and I know he’s going to argue. He suddenly lets it out in a long sigh. “You should know what you’re looking for. It’s a video. It’s not on a computer, though. Reece has already been getting into Hector’s systems to check. He thinks it’s probably on a flash drive somewhere. Hector knows I can’t control you and expects you to keep causing trouble. If you do this, you better do it quietly,” Torin finally warns me.

  “I will. But you need to put everyone on notice. War is coming, and everyone needs to get ready. I’m gonna have Sasha stay here with the prospects tomorrow if we can set it up by then. You probably should get Kennedy to come in too. Will you stay here with them?”

  “Yes,” he agrees.

  “Don’t give Sasha any shit either, Torin. You can’t point any fingers except at yourself for this mess.”

  “I fucking know that!” he shouts.

  “Good,” I say before I head back upstairs.

  …

  Sasha

  “Hey, sweetheart, you doin’ okay?” Chase asks when he returns and looks back and forth between the clueless girls and me.

  “Yeah,” I assure him, turning to kiss him in greeting. Running my hands up underneath his shirt that’s covered by his cut, I ask, “Can I show them?”

  He gives me a small smile and nods in understanding. I pull my hands out of his shirt to slip his cut off his shoulders, and then I grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head. The women gasp before he even turns for them to see the tattoo, like seeing Chase shirtless is something new.

  “Better?” he asks me with a grin as I rub my palms up his abs and over his chest.

  “Much,” I reply. “Now just one more thing.”

  “What’s that?” he asks.

  “Could you please tell these ladies my name?”

  Smirking, he lifts an eyebrow and says to them, “This is Sasha Eleanor Sheridan, my high school sweetheart. And I’m hoping she’ll be my old lady.”

  Grinning so broadly my face may split, I remind Chase, “I already said yes ten years ago.”

  Nodding, Chase says, “Damn right you did.” Then, he takes my hand and lifts it to his lips.

  As he kisses my knuckles, the three cycle sluts stare stone-faced, then begin to slowly back away.

  Before they can disappear into the throng of people in the bar, Chase stands up straight and roars to be heard over the jukebox. “You hear that brothers? Meet my old lady!”

  All of the club members, and most of the other men in the bar, raise their glasses or bottles and cheer as Chase kisses my hand again.

  “Just as a friendly reminder to everyone,” Chase continues, staring down each of the three girls who are still backing away. “That means any insult to Sasha is an insult to me, and by extension the Savage Kings. Now, Turtle, pour everyone a round on the house!”

  The hollering and applause swells even louder at that proclamation, as Chase wraps me into his arms and brings me close for a kiss. We’re jostled and slapped in congratulations by his brothers as they step to the bar, but nothing can distract us now that we have found each other once more. After an all too short period, Chase breaks away from me.

  “I’m going to need you to hang out here with Maddox just a little longer, okay? I’ve gotta run downstairs and handle something, then we can have our drink.”

  I nod and take my seat back at the bar as he turns away, then raise my bottle briefly to the three girls staring dumbfounded as my old man disappears back into the basement of the club.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chase

  Once I’m back downstairs, I head to the end of the hall, where one of my quietest, and arguably most dangerous brothers, has his room. Before I can lift my hand to knock, he is already peering out of the cracked door, opening it fully when he sees me.

  “Thought I heard someone coming my way,” Reece says with a slight smile. His room is dark, except for a flickering of neon lights, which give his clean-shaven face an eerie backlight.

  “Yo, Reece. Good to see you, man. I need your help,” I tell our IT guy without further preamble. Reece isn’t a man who
likes to waste words or time.

  “What do you need?” he asks, standing aside and waving me into his room. I glance around his apartment, which is probably as sterile as his former barracks. He’s got a military cot in one corner, crisply made, and a desk near the back wall that faces the door. The only light in the room glows from the three large computer monitors. Thick bundles of zip-tied wiring sprout from the only other furniture in the room; some sort of shelf, which has a bunch of glowing boxes; and a giant air conditioning unit blasting freezing air on them. The room is colder than the city morgue, but Reece doesn’t seem to be bothered as he strides back over to his chair and pushes his back to the far wall.

  “Can you get me the name and location of one of Hector Cruz’s men? Not the bottom soldiers, but one of his commanders?”

  Reece waves for me to step over behind his desk with him. As I move closer, I can see that his three monitors all seem to be streaming video of different businesses and residences.

  “Torin asked me to keep tabs on Cruz and his crew after your incident the other day,” Reece explains, nodding towards the screens. “I logged myself into a bunch of their security networks to analyze their operations and look for their daily patterns.”

  Reece leans back in his chair, staring at a blank spot on the wall. I’ve seen him do this before when he’s cooking up a plan, and I know better than to interrupt him. I wait patiently, listening to the hum of the electronics around us until Reece suddenly leans over his keyboard and begins rapidly tapping on the keys.

  “Your best target will be Malcolm Butner,” Reece explains, zooming in on a video feed of what appears to be the front porch of a small residence. “You met him the other day. You shot his soldier, Keith Washington, on the highway. Malcolm broke his leg and arm when the truck rolled. His other soldier, Derek Sutton, broke an arm. They are both staying at this residence while they recover. Cruz has assigned another soldier to guard the house.”

  “Oh yeah, Abe bloodied that fucker’s nose,” I say when I recognize the face. “You got a quiet way in for me?” I ask, knowing that Reece is already mentally hammering out the details.

  “Several options,” Reece says under his breath, leaning back in his chair again before looking up at me. “One would be to get you a key to the house; let you walk right in while they sleep.”

  “How long would that take?” I ask him.

  “One of Abe’s old associates is now a locksmith. I would have to have him on standby until everyone left the house. With their injuries, that could be days.”

  “I need an in by tomorrow night,” I clarify.

  Reece goes blank again for a moment, staring back at the wall. He surprises me when he looks back up abruptly and asks, “Is Sparky here?”

  “Sparky? Fast Eddie’s bulldog? That Sparky?” I ask in confusion.

  “You’ll need Sparky,” Reece says with a nod. Motioning back to the monitors, he clicks on the mouse to cycle through the security feeds inside the house where Malcolm Butner is staying. “I’ve been watching this house. It’s isolated, but there are neighbors behind them, through some woods. The neighbors have dogs. Malcolm Butner appears to despise animals. The last two nights, he has sent his bodyguard outside to chase off the dogs when he hears them barking near the house.”

  I catch on to Reece’s plan quickly, and it’s brilliant in its simplicity. “Sparky is a noisy little shit. We take him around back, pop the soldier when he comes out to chase him off, then go on in before Malcolm or his boy can call for backup,” I fill in, as Reece nods along.

  “Take two burners. Call me on one, I can monitor the interior and tell you where Malcolm and Derek are at precisely. When you approach, I’ll disable the cameras.” Reece reaches under the desk as a printer whirs into motion, then hands me a sheet of paper. “Address,” he concludes, then stands up to walk me back to the door.

  “Thanks, brother,” I tell him, clapping him on the shoulder. I’m glad that I can spend tonight with Sasha rather than torturing someone for information. I need a little time to put together my crew and get a few tools. I know Abe will be up for it. My boy, Sax, is kind of high-strung, but he’d laugh in the face of the devil. Our enforcer, Miles, is an expert at getting information out of people, and of course, I’ll have to bring Eddie along with Sparky.

  Back upstairs I return to the bar where Sasha asks, “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah,” I tell her, kissing her on the cheek. “Let’s call it a night. Come downstairs with me?”

  “I was warned you may take me down to give you a blowjob,” she says, making me bark out a laugh.

  “I need some time to recover from the one earlier today,” I reply.

  “That’s what I told them!” she says with a grin as she grabs my cut and t-shirt that I left earlier and hops off the stool.

  I’m glad to see that the club girls aren’t getting to her. I know it’s not easy for Sasha to be here around them, knowing I’ve slept with a few. But she doesn’t have anything to worry about now. I’m done with other women for good.

  Downstairs, I let Sasha into my room.

  “Are the sheets clean?” she asks.

  “Yes,” I assure her.

  “Good.”

  On the way to the bathroom, I tell Sasha, “Get naked,” before I go take a piss in my adjoining bathroom.

  When I come back, removing my jeans as I go, I stop short when I see Sasha kneeling on my bed…wearing nothing but my cut.

  “That’s it,” I tell her before I continue removing my shoes and pants. “That’s the only thing I want you to wear from now on.”

  Sasha laughs and asks, “But then what would I do when you’re wearing it?”

  Climbing up on the bed in front of her, I tell her, “I guess you’ll just have to be naked.”

  Her arms go around my neck as I pull her onto my lap. “Are we really doing this?” she asks.

  “Doing what?” I reply, since I’m assuming she’s not talking about fucking.

  “Us. Are we back together? I mean, is this really what you want? Me to be your old lady? Should we date first?”

  “We’ve already dated,” I remind her. “I wanted to make you mine before everything happened. That’s still what I want.”

  “I love my job,” she says. “But if we go public, then the station may let me go.”

  “Because I’m a wanted biker?” I ask.

  “Yeah. Not exactly good PR if I officially associate with the Kings.”

  “I don’t want you to lose your job,” I tell her. “I know you’re doing what you love and that you wanted to travel. But I can’t leave the club either.”

  “I know that,” she says. “I could give it up for you.”

  “You shouldn’t have to,” I say, not wanting her to lose anything because of me again.

  “No, I shouldn’t. But if it comes down to you or my career, well, I’ve had my career for six years, and it hasn’t made me as happy as the last few days with you have.”

  Damn, she knows how to bring a man to his knees.

  “I’ll start my own news station if I have to,” I assure her. “You can be the official MC reporter or help with the club’s PR. We’re gonna need it after my patch was IDed in that shootout on the highway.”

  “We’ll see,” Sasha replies. “I just needed to know if we were on the same page about the future.”

  “Our future is together. That’s all I know for sure,” I say while brushing my lips against hers. “I love you. Always have. Always will.”

  “I love you too,” she replies.

  …

  Sasha

  When I wake up the next morning, Chase is already sitting on the edge of the bed talking quietly on his phone. I roll over and scoot closer to him, laying my head against his broad back. When I reach around his waist, he pats my hand absently. The longer I listen to his conversation the more puzzled I become.

  “Cut the jumper cables and rewire them to plug into a standard electric socket. Yeah, like the Ca
rtel uses, exactly,” Chase says. “Also, get me four wood clamps, but sharpen the screws. Nah, I’ve got the burners. The only other thing we need you to bring is Sparky. Yeah, bro, I said bring Sparky. Something to get him excited too, you know, get him barking? Of course he’s not going to get hurt, Eddie! Meet us here at the clubhouse after you get done at the garage, okay? All right, brother, see you then.”

  Ending the call, Chase drops the phone beside him on the bed. “What was all that about?” I ask him, moving up to press my lips into his shoulder.

  “Just making arrangements for tonight. I’m going to take some of the boys out to talk with Hector’s crew; try to get some of this shit resolved.”

  I can feel him tensing up, and I know what he’s thinking. That I’ll try to talk him out of this. I hug him fiercely from behind and then whisper directly into his ear, “You come back to me safe, Chase Fury. Do what needs to be done, but you come back to me unharmed, understand?”

  He turns towards me with a smile, and his posture relaxes. “You know I’m going to be fine, sweetheart. I want you to hang out here tonight. What kind of plans do you have today?”

  “Right now, I’m planning on brushing my teeth,” I tell him as I shift onto my knees, pressing my breasts into his back. “Then, I’m planning to come back and take you for a ride of my own.”

  Chase laughs; and when I climb off the bed, heading for the bathroom, he swats me on the ass as I squirm out of his reach. Once I’ve gotten myself cleaned up a bit, I open the bathroom door to find him already stretched out across the bed, naked, with all the sheets kicked down to the floor.

  “I’m ready to ride, how about you?” he asks playfully.

  Instead of answering, I just grin at him and stalk over to the bed, grabbing his legs and crawling up his body until my hair drags across his semi-hard cock. He shivers and gathers it up in one hand, holding it out of my face as I take him into my mouth. Chase groans as he begins to swell while I work.