STAG: MC ROMANCE (Forsaken Riders MC Romance Book 7)
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Authors: Samantha Leal
Stag
A Forsaken Riders Standalone MC Romance
Book 7
Samantha Leal
Copyright ©2016 by Samantha Leal. All rights reserved.
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Table of Contents
My New Billionaire Stepbrother
Love and Survival in the Time After
The Forsaken Riders:
Stag (Book 7)
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The guards were pacing up and down outside of the cells, just as they did every night, and the inmates all lay dreaming of themselves in a much better place. He was no exception. Every single hour he had spent in there, had been nothing but fantasizing about what it would be like to finally be free again. The idea in itself was almost too much to handle. He had been inside a long time; for seven whole years. And even though he would do it all again if it meant being loyal to his club, he was now full of relief that his stint had finally come to an end.
Laying back on his lumpy mattress, he put his hands behind his head, sighing and looking at the ceiling. He knew the cracks in the plaster by heart now and smiled with the knowledge that he would never have to try and force himself into sleep whilst looking at them again.
Within twenty-four hours he would be a free man, back on the streets and ready to start all over again. But it was a strange thing to have that knowledge. To know that after seven very long years, suddenly he would be able to go wherever he wanted, do whatever he wanted. It was such an alien concept now, it was almost worrying.
He had heard of other’s who had become institutionalized and had always said that he would never be one of them, and was still determined to stick to that. He had to adapt, and he would. He was stronger than that. He wouldn’t be broken so easily, and would never give in to the judicial system. He was an outlaw. A man who played by his own rules. He had served his time to make sure the club were left alone. He had offered himself up to take the fall and it had made him tougher, wiser and stronger. When he got out of there, he was going to be a different person altogether and couldn’t wait to see the boys again; couldn’t wait to ride again. To smell the desert air and feel the sand hit his skin.
The sounds of snoring started to drift along the cells as more and more of the big brutish men that occupied them began to fall asleep. It was such a bizarre feeling to know that some of the most dangerous people in all of America were sleeping soundly only a few feet away from him. All of them at their most vulnerable and weak. He had often fantasized about what it would be like to just walk to the front of his cell, open the bars and step out onto the balcony. He would take his time wandering and watching them all and would always remember the faces of the ones who had wronged him over the years. The murderers and the rapists… they all thought they were such hot shit. But in the peacefulness of sleep, they wouldn’t stand a chance around him.
Now he was getting out though, he didn’t need to dream about it anymore. He longed for the day he heard the news that one of his enemies was free and he would go and make them pay. That was the beauty of being part of a motorcycle club. He had a brotherhood behind him who would die for him, and they all owed him now, for the sacrifice he had made.
But life is too short to hold grudges on people who didn’t even deserve to be thought about.
Once I get out of here
, he thought,
I’ll never think about any of them again. What will I care if they’re free…? I’ll be living my own life. And I’ll no doubt have a whole host of new enemies to sort out.
If he was lucky, he would have a lot more problems than some fools he had met on the inside. He was the kind of man who needed action and thrived in being in the middle of a battle. And from what he had heard filtering in to him from the outside world, that was exactly what was happening out there at this precise moment.
The Forsaken Riders were in trouble. The old man, Reid, had died and had left the club in the very capable hands of Bull. But there had already been the threat of the neighboring towns MC… and they were nasty mother fuckers from what he had been told. The Iron Riders seemed determined to cause as much trouble as possible, whilst also leaving a path of destruction in their wake. He couldn’t help but laugh at their stupidity. They really didn’t have a clue what they were up against. Especially when he was free. He wouldn’t let them get away with anything. He would be on top of them with a gun to their heads before they even had a chance to see him coming.
He thought back to Reid and the twist of sadness that he had felt many times after hearing the news of his demise gripped him again. Reid had taken care of so many of the men in The Forsaken Riders, and now he was gone. He had led a legendary cause, and now he had left a powerful legacy. He was biker royalty and would go down in history as one of the greats.
He blinked away a tear. Even though he never cried, this was one of those things that would always get him. But not here. Not inside this cell… on his very last night before he was freed.
To take his mind off of the sadness of the situation surrounding his old mentor, he thought of what he would do once he was out. After reacquainting himself with The Forsaken, he would then get so drunk he could barely see and spend the next several days sleeping. Not only that, but all he could think about was having the love of a good woman. It had been such a long time since he had known any kind of tenderness, and when he thought of the soft, supple folds and curves of the female body, his arousal began to form.
“Just one more night,” he coached himself. ‘Then you’re a free man and you can go wherever you want and fuck whoever you want.”
He closed his eyes and wished for sleep. There were approximately nine hours left in that hellhole and then he would leave there and never look back. He would exit respected, and looked after for his loyalty and dedication to The Forsaken and he knew he would be taken care of.
When the guards opened the doors, he stepped out into the sunlight, swinging his bag over his shoulder and stepping forward onto the dusty ground. The heat was intense and he made straight for a trash can that was about ten feet away, slinging the bag into it. Within it were all of the possessions he had had in the world for the past seven years, but he was done looking at those, he was all about finding something new. He didn’t need any of those things anymore. He wanted to begin again without one single reminder of his time inside. He looked up and down the road and turned as he heard the clashing of the gates as they were closing behind him. This really was it. He was out… He was free.
He gave one last cold look to the guard who had officially handed him his freedom and then he was done.
He looked up at the blue skies and the other cars approaching, ready to take away the other inmates who had just been given the same grace. The few of them waited at the road side. One by one, they all disappeared.
When he finally heard the truck’s engine roaring in the distance, he leaned back against the railings and crossed his arms over his chest. Here they came.
When the black truck screeched to a halt in front of him, spraying out a cloud of dust behind into the air, he dipped down and grinned through the window.
“Well, well, well,” Bull smiled. “Our boy is back.”
“I sure am,” he said as he opened the door and climbed inside. “And it feels damn good.”
Bull grinned at him and slapped the wheel as he turned the truck around and spun out of there.
He looked in the rearview mirror as the jail started to shrink into the distance, just as it would from his memory, becoming nothing but just a small chapter of this life of his. It was time to close that particular book and move the fuck on.
He had a lot to catch up with and a lot to learn, but all that mattered now was that he was back in the fold.
Stag had returned to The Forsaken Riders. And he was ready to make his mark.
