Savage Kings MC Box Set 1

by Lane Hart

  “Give me another,” he says to War, who is standing beside him at the ready. On the ground are the two prospects, each of them pressing bullets into additional clips from boxes of bullets.

  “You guys need anything?” I ask while Torin reloads. He doesn’t even look at me before he cocks the weapon and starts firing again.

  “Nah, darlin’. We’re fine,” War says. The prospects both mime drinking a beer, so I grab four and bring them back, setting them down next to them.

  “I’ll be down in Chase’s room if anyone needs anything,” I say before I slip back inside.

  Undressing, because I love the feel of Chase’s skin against mine, I crawl back under the covers and become the big spoon against his back, throwing an arm over his waist and pressing a few kisses to the bearded skull tattoo on his back. Other than cover my hand on his waist and bring it up to his lips to kiss, Chase doesn’t say anything before I finally drift off to sleep.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chase

  When I wake up with Sasha in my arms, her backside to the front of my body, I’m happier than I’ve felt in years. Then, I remember the day before, and I go from feeling joy to fury in seconds.

  I’m so fucked in my head that it takes a second to realize that my dick is soft. When was the last time I didn’t wake up with morning wood? That’s how bad things are. I have a gorgeous woman naked in my bed, and I don’t even have the urge to fuck her.

  My chest aches too badly with the loss of Kennedy and my nephew that it doesn’t ever feel like things will go back to normal in my life.

  First things first, we need to sit everyone down and talk things out, make sure no one does anything to make shit worse like I did.

  Kissing Sasha’s cheek, I roll out of bed; then shower and get dressed.

  Sitting down with my phone on the charger, since I forgot to do that yesterday, I type out a text to Sax, asking if Torin’s called everyone here. If not, I tell him to do it for me since I want to hold church in an hour.

  Then, I get to my feet to go look for my brother.

  The door to the chapel is shut when I approach it, so I turn the knob and walk inside, assuming this is where I’ll find Torin.

  And I do.

  I wasn’t expecting to walk in and find him with his big ass Army knife out taking it to his cut.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” I ask him.

  “I can’t do this,” he says without looking over at me.

  “Do what?” I ask as I walk up and see that he’s already removed half the thread for the president flash on the front.

  “She trusted me,” Torin says. “To protect her, to keep her and the baby safe. And I betrayed her.”

  “What? No, man. This isn’t on you.”

  Stabbing the knife’s point into the wooden table, he says, “I couldn’t take care of my old lady or my boy. How the fuck can I be responsible for this club?”

  “Look, I can’t even imagine how hard this is for you right now,” I start. “But the club needs you in charge. Who else is gonna do it, if not you?” I ask.

  He turns around and holds out the president patch to me. “You.”

  “Hell no,” I tell him, refusing to accept it. “Why would you think I can lead? You blame me for all this shit, remember?”

  When I don't take the patch, he lays it on the table and then picks up his cut to put it back on, still stained with Kennedy’s blood.

  “This is on me,” Torin says. “It’s all on me. I’m sorry I said that to you yesterday. I was just angry and wanted to blame someone else.”

  “Then blame fucking Hector!” I exclaim.

  “If I hadn’t fucked up, he wouldn’t have had anything to blackmail me with,” Torin replies. “Now that she’s gone, it doesn’t matter anymore. He’s a goddamn idiot for removing the one reason I was paying him. The one reason I didn’t just kill him.”

  “Yeah, he is,” I agree, assuming that Torin was only paying Hector off to prevent Kennedy from finding out what he did. “We’re gonna kill him,” I promise. “You can’t do it alone.”

  “I won’t,” he agrees. “I’ve got funeral plans and shit to make. I know you won’t let me down. When you say it’s time, it’s time. That’s your call now. Just give me a few days,” he says before he starts to walk out the door.

  “Torin!” I yell to stop him. His feet pause, his shoulders hunched like they’re carrying the weight of the fucking world, but he doesn’t turn around. “We have church in less than an hour. Everyone’s on their way in.”

  “Good,” he says. “You’re in charge, and you’ve got my proxy. Whatever you decide.”

  “Torin!” I call out again, but this time he doesn’t stop. He’s down the hall and gone.

  Jogging back to my room, I grab my cell phone and call War.

  “I’m up here with him,” he answers, knowing why I’m calling.

  “Good. I’ll find you after we meet,” I tell him, figuring he probably needs to get home to check on his kid and get some sleep.

  After I hang up, I realize that I should’ve called him out in the hallway because I woke up Sasha.

  “Hey,” she says as she sits up in bed to look at me, her hair a tangled mess. She’s so fucking beautiful it hurts. “You hungry?” she asks.

  “No,” I reply automatically before adding, “But I probably need to eat something before my stomach starts fucking eating itself.”

  “Head upstairs. The girls should have breakfast ready. I’ll come help as soon as I get a shower,” she says.

  “Okay,” I agree. “I’ve got a meeting in about half an hour.”

  “Good,” she says as she climbs out of bed and comes over to hug me. “We’ll make sure the guys all eat something too.”

  “We?” I ask as I hold her in my arms, not ready to let her go yet.

  “I got the girls to pitch in on feeding you all for the next few days.”

  “You did, huh?” I ask with a small smile, impressed that she’s not only getting along with the club sluts but putting them to work. I’ll be even more surprised if they actually listen to her. Those girls don’t like other women telling them what to do, especially one that’s sleeping with the same bastard they used to fool around with.

  “They just wanted to do something too,” Sasha says. “Everyone’s worried about you guys. How’s Torin this morning?”

  “Fucked up,” I grumble. “We’ll talk about all that later, okay, sweetheart?”

  “Yeah,” she agrees. Giving me a quick kiss on the lips, she says, “I love you.”

  “Love you, too,” I reply.

  …

  Sasha

  After I get a quick shower and dry my hair, I head upstairs. I’m so glad to see the bar full of men eating rather than drinking their emotions this early in the morning. The club girls came through.

  “Sasha?”

  I turn at the sound of my name and find… an older version of Chase – his father. His reddish-blond hair is nearly white after ten years but he still looks the same, tall and handsome, just like his sons.

  “Hi, Mr. Fury,” I say before I go up to him and hug him. I didn’t get a chance to speak to him last night.

  “Well, I’ll be,” he says as he leans back, holding me by my upper arms to look at me again. “What are you doing here, doll?”

  “I guess Chase hasn’t told you with everything going on,” I reply. “We’re back together.”

  “That’s wonderful!” his father says before hugging me once more. “It’s so good to see you again. Especially now.”

  “I’m so sorry for your loss,” I tell him.

  “Thank you, doll,” he says when he releases me. “Kennedy was just an angel on earth. I don’t know what we’ll do without her. I don’t know what Torin will do…” he starts before he gets choked up. Pulling out a handkerchief from his button down’s pocket, he blows his nose and apologizes. “Sorry, sorry. Keeps sneaking up on me.”

  “I understand,” I tell him, reachin
g up to squeeze his shoulder. “How’s Mrs. Fury? Is she here?”

  “Yes, she’s well, thanks for asking. She’s in the kitchen,” he replies. “I know she’ll be so glad to see you too. We may have lost one sweet daughter-in-law, but at least we gained another.”

  “Thank you,” I tell him. “I wish I would’ve been able to get to know Kennedy better. She seemed like such a wonderful woman.”

  “She was,” he agrees. “And Torin was damn lucky she put up with him.”

  “Dad,” Chase calls out before he comes over and wraps his father in a long embrace. “Glad you made it back over here again today. Torin just left…”

  “How are you doing, son? Did you get any sleep last night?” Mr. Fury asks.

  “Yeah, a little,” Chase answers. “It’s been tough.”

  “We’re here if you need anything. Just ask,” his father says to him. “And why didn’t you tell me that you were back with Miss Sasha, huh?”

  “I was meaning to, but things have been crazy,” Chase replies.

  “I’m happy for you two. We needed some good news right now. So, tell me,” he starts before putting one arm around Chase’s shoulders and the other around mine. “When’s the wedding?”

  “Don’t rush us, old man,” Chase tells his dad before he slips away from his arm. “And I hate to run, but we’ve got some business to take care of downstairs.”

  “Right, sure,” his father says. “You boys be careful.”

  “We will,” Chase agrees. Giving me a quick kiss, he says, “I’ll see you in a few.”

  “Okay,” I agree before he tips his head toward the basement door and all the men get up and follow.

  After they’re gone, his dad continues to stare off silently in the direction they went. Eventually he says, “Chase is in charge.”

  “What?” I ask.

  “Torin’s unable to lead, so it falls on Chase’s shoulders. He’s the man in charge now,” he explains.

  “Really? You think so?” I ask. “Chase hasn’t mentioned it.”

  “My youngest son isn’t cut out to run things. He’ll need you to help him stay level,” Mr. Fury tells me. “Take care of my boy.”

  “I will,” I agree, even though I’m starting to worry even more about what these changes in the club mean for Chase and me.

  …

  Chase

  I take my usual seat at the table, leaving Torin’s chair at the head of the table empty. It still belongs to him, and I know he will be back. In the meantime, I guess that means I’m the one who will be calling the shots.

  And fuck me, but I’m already feeling the pressure of everyone’s eyes on me, like they know I’m not equal to the load I’m about to try and lift.

  Picking up the president flash from the table, I rub it between my fingers, and then tell the group, “Given what happened yesterday, Torin has decided to step down.”

  There are murmurs around the table.

  “I’m not taking over for him. I won’t even take his seat, but I will be the club’s leader until he’s able to come back,” I tell them. Lifting my eyes to look at every single man one at a time, I give them the cold, hard truth. “Over the next few days, weeks, hell, maybe even months, this club is going to be in an all-out war with Hector Cruz. The fucker’s apparently overlooked the word Savage in our goddamn names. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been stupid enough to kill one of our old ladies on our fucking turf. He has to pay for what he did. The reasons why the feud with him started don’t matter anymore. I accept responsibility for the role I played, but if he wanted to kill someone, it should’ve been me, not an innocent woman and her unborn child.” Taking a deep breath, I add, “I want every single one of you to think carefully from now until the funeral. We always talk about loyalty and brotherhood, but now it’s time to step up and back those words up with action. Dig deep and decide if you’re ready to kill for this MC and die for your brothers. Going forward, both those things aren’t possibilities; they’re certainties.”

  Some of the guys slap their palms on the table over and over again as a show of their support and agreement.

  “We’ll meet again the night of the funeral, and I only want to see men who are ready for war at this table.”

  More hands join in slapping the table.

  “I don’t need the time to think. Count me in,” Abe says from my left.

  “I’m in,” Sax agrees from the other side of him.

  “Me too,” Dalton adds.

  “I can’t wait to kill some fucking rat bastards,” Miles says.

  “Let’s do this,” Gabe agrees. “For Kennedy.”

  “For Kennedy,” Reece agrees.

  “For Torin and Kennedy,” Cooper speaks up as the table comes back around to him, sitting next to War’s empty chair.

  “I know War and Torin are in,” I tell him. “The other chapters will be coming into town from across the country for the funeral. We’ll see who wants to join us. If nothing else, we could use the other members to keep the police out while we hit the motherfucker.”

  “Agreed,” the guys say.

  Reaching for the gavel, the wooden handle feels all wrong in my hand. Still, I slam it down, calling an end to our meeting.

  “You’ve got this, brother,” Abe says when I get to my feet, and he stands up to clasp me on the back.

  “We’ll see,” I tell him. “Now, I have to call the funeral home and see when I can bring Torin in to make arrangements,” I grumble. “It’s so fucking wrong. Even seeing her in the hospital and saying goodbye, I can’t believe she’s gone.”

  “Fuck, me either,” Abe replies. “I couldn’t sleep last night, kept seeing that damn scene outside in the parking lot over and over again. Kennedy bleeding and none of us being able to do a goddamn thing to stop it.”

  “I hate you had to witness that,” I tell him.

  “I’m pretty sure that shit is gonna haunt me for the rest of my life,” he says with a shake of his head.

  “You need something to help you sleep? My dad or Sasha can probably hook you up with some pills,” I tell Abe.

  “Nah, man. I’m gonna go find some tits to drown myself in for a little while, see if that helps.”

  “Good luck,” I tell him, thinking he’s a lucky bastard.

  I’d rather be losing myself in Sasha right now, but my head’s not in it, and I’ve got too much shit to do. I need to find my brother and take him to pick out a casket.

  Going back to my room, I pull my phone off the charger and then call War.

  “Yeah?” he asks, sounding dead tired.

  “Where are you?” I ask.

  “Torin’s house.”

  “Really?” I ask, surprised he’d want to go back there so soon.

  “Or I guess I should’ve said what’s left of it,” War adds.

  “Fuck,” I grumble as I scrub my hand down my face. “How bad is it?”

  “It’s still standing,” he answers. “I tried to talk him out of it, told him that in a few days he would regret it, but he wouldn’t listen. I figured he needs the physical exertion.”

  “Has he slept any?” I ask.

  “No. He was up shooting rounds out back until we ran out of ammo. He’s gonna crash soon, and hard.”

  “I know,” I agree. “I’m on my way over so that you can go home and rest.”

  “Appreciate it. I really wanna hug my kid, you know?”

  “Yeah, man, I get it,” I tell him. “See you in a few.”

  I start to find Sasha before I leave the bar, but for some reason that I can’t put my finger on, seeing her right now is just too fucking hard. Probably because I can’t stop thinking that it could’ve been her in that hospital bed and that if she stays with me, one of these days it likely will be.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Sasha

  “So, you and Chase went out in high school?” one of the club girls asks while I’m washing dishes and she’s rinsing and drying. Cynthia, I believe is her name.

  “
Yeah, we did,” I reply with a smile as I scrub the coffee pot. “We dated a little over six months.”

  “What happened? Why did you split up?” she asks. “It must have been serious if he got your name inked on his chest.”

  “We had a wreck one night when we were out on his bike, the night he got that ink,” I admit to her. “I was hurt pretty bad, had to have a few surgeries. After all these years, I thought he didn’t want to see me, but it turns out my parents told him I blamed him and didn’t want to see him. Which were flat out lies. They ruined what we had with just a few words…”

  “So that’s why he doesn’t let anyone on the back of his bike,” she says while she rinses out the coffee pot to get the suds out.

  “He doesn’t?”

  “Nope.”

  “Ever?” I ask as I hand her a sudsy coffee mug.

  “No. He rides alone, always has since I’ve been coming around. The other girls that have been here longer say that it’s a no-go. And that he only likes blondes, so not to waste my time.”

  “Oh really?” I reply.

  “Yeah. But Abe likes redheads, so it’s all good,” she says with a grin.

  “So I’ve heard,” I say as I grab the next dish, a frying pan to scrub. “He’s a good guy, right?” I ask.

  “Who? Abe? Oh, yeah, he’s great. He’s the only one who actually likes to cuddle afterward.”

  “Really? That’s surprising. Although, he does look like a big bear.”

  “Yeah, he’s a big ole teddy bear,” Cynthia agrees with a grin.

  “Have you, you know, been with the other guys?” I ask curiously.

  “Not all of them. Never Torin or Chase, of course; but I’ve been with Sax and Miles a few times.”

  “Wow,” I mutter. “And you don’t mind them…sharing you?”

  “God, no,” she replies without hesitation. “It’s no different than dating a few different men. Just so happens the men I date know each other.”