Stung by Stealth: A Satan's Savages MC Novel #3 (31 page)

Bentley is working on the body now, it’s where Adam was left lying dying on the ground. My heart is racing knowing that the Savages could be back at any given moment, so we have to work fast. Bentley is putting extra blood and scarring on his face to try and hide the dissimilarities, but with the gaping hole in his head it’s hard to tell anyway. Using the paint-like substance on his face, which doesn’t move once set, it’s all starting to take shape. He’s also framing his face and making him look just like Adam. It’s scarily accurate actually.

My skin prickles when I hear footsteps approaching, so I turn drawing my gun and aiming. Jones walks through the warehouse doors and freezes when he sees me. I instantly relax and exhale.

“Shit, Jones, way to scare the shit out of an old man.”

“Sorry Chief, thought I better come back to get you.”

“Yeah, you thought right. As soon as Bentley is done, we’re out of here. I just hope like fuck this works.”

“I’m done!” Bentley announces standing back assessing his work.

“Okay, let’s get the fuck out of here, and hope they’re all too obsessed with themselves to care about looking too closely at the body,” I say and we all rush out of the warehouse.

I’ve had to do some crazy shit over the years to pull off undercover fuck ups. But this takes the cake, and I hate fucking cake…

The constant beeping of the machines is grating on me as I sit at Adam’s side. His head’s bandaged up and he looks a mess. His face is swollen and he isn’t out of the woods yet. He’s critical but stable in the ICU. I have a guard on him 24/7. I haven’t told Hudson or his wife, Hannah. I think it’s best if they think he died. As hard as that will be for them, Adam can’t come out of witness protection, not as long as the Savages are still around. If they find out he’s alive—that is if he pulls through—they won’t stop till they finish the job they set out to accomplish in the first place.

“You have to get through this, Donovan. You have to fight!”

After dealing with fucking José for the last hour and a half, over nothing in particular—he was just making noise and making me furious—we head back to the warehouse to finish what we started. Getting off of my bike, I walk alongside Acid, who’s still semi out of it. I’ve lost all my good men, and I’m left with this stupid gutter fucking arsehole who’s driving me crazy. He can finish slicing and dicing Stealth, so we can put him in the box. Then we can get the clean-up crew in here and set up the cameras for tonight’s show so we can get the fuck out of here.

Chops stayed back at the clubhouse to make sure everything stayed as it should, and that the Cartel didn’t show back up on our doorstep again. Dirty cunts, thinking they own everything.

We walk inside and the smell of death lingers in the air. Curling up my nose, I look over to Stealth lying dead where I shot him and smirk.

Stupid son of a bitch.

“Right, let’s get to work. Acid cut up Stealth. Blade set up the cameras, and Penetrator call in the cleanup crew. Let’s get this mess fucking done and go back and watch the fireworks!”

I stand back to see my brothers at work, feeling a sense of pride that we beat the enemy and didn’t go down today. Sure, we got interrupted by the fucking Cartel, but we won. We won this war, and as Acid places Stealth’s parts into the box, making sure his head is placed on top, I take a moment to breathe in my accomplishments today.

We beat the heat.

There will be no evidence pointing to us, the cleanup crew will see to that. And when Hudson Stone comes here for the meet at six p.m., he’ll find two boxes.

Two presents.

Boxed up nicely…
just for him.

It still amazes me when I look in the mirror to see the white raised angry looking scar staring back at me. It reminds me of everything I lost by being stubborn. My job meant everything to me, and I put my life on the line, literally, to be a better cop. But in doing so, my heart stopped beating—three times on the operating table.

I died.

The doctors brought my body back to life, but not without some injuries. I have a slight speech impediment, a scared up face which is almost totally unrecognizable, and I walk with a limp. But they brought me back none-the-less. My heart and soul, however—that died the moment I had to leave Adam Donovan behind.

The Chief watched over me, said it was best while I was recovering that no one knew I was alive. I fought him on it, but in the end, he won out when he showed me the logic of his thinking. Hannah, Hudson—they were safer if I were dead. That’s what was important.

So the Government gave me a new identity—Christopher Boyd. Born and raised in Mount Gambier. It was far enough away for me not to be noticed, but still close enough for me to keep tabs on my family.

I watched from the shadows as Hannah visited my grave.

I watched as Hannah dropped to her knees and fell apart over my death.

I will never forgive Mad Dog for taking my life away. For making it so I can never see or talk to my kids, or to make love to my beautiful wife
ever
again.

Sure, I can see them from a distance, but even that technically is a no-no.

Sure, you could say,
‘you’re alive, be grateful’
but is life worth living if you can’t share it with your true love?

One thing is for sure, though, I believe in karma, and one day I will be free—free to come out of the shadows. Free to show my mangled face.

One day, revenge will be mine and it will be oh so sweet...

Pulling up at the expensive looking gates of Aldinga, I take a deep breath. This could be dangerous if Mad Dog finds out, but I have no other idea of where to take my men, and they’re looking to me as their respective leader right now. So this is my best plan. Looking to my right at Lookout, Behemoth, Jigsaw, and Crash behind me in the cage, I nod and turn back toward the screen and press the red button.

Waiting for the annoying little man to come on the screen, I adjust my sunnies so he can see me properly. Gadget appears, spots me, and groans excessively and loudly making me roll my eyes.

“Oh man, what are you doing here?”

“Nice to see you, too, Gadget. I’d like to talk to Gator if he’s here?” I ask putting on my most pleasant voice.

“I’m here!” He appears on the screen behind Gadget and furrows his brows. “No offense, Techie, but we haven’t arranged a visit for Steel.”

“I know, we’re not here for him. It’s me, Lookout, Jigsaw, Behemoth and Crash in the cage. Remember how you said if I needed a place to stay your door was always open? Well, we’re all seeking sanctuary.”

Gator exhales and nods. “Let them in, Gadget.”

The gates open and we ride through and into the compound. It looks the same as last time I was here to drop off Steel’s Hog. Which I notice is now parked nicely in the VP position.

Gator and Gadget walk out as we park our bikes, duck walking them in line with the others in the compound. Gator and Gadget step up as I climb off my Hog and stand up taking off my lid.

“Mad Dog up to his usual tricks?” Gator asks.

“Yeah, something like that,” I announce. “So, what do you say, want five new brothers?”

Gator smirks and tilts his head. “Welcome home, brothers.”

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Meltdown of Mad Dog: A Satan’s Savages MC Novel #4

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BLURB

My name is Mad Dog.

I’m the President of the Virginia Satan’s Savages MC.

I’m a man with nothing left to fight for.

My name is Amelia.

My life’s a mess.

All because of my ex-husband and his Goddamned MC Club.

In the early days, Mad Dog and Amelia were undeniably happy. Their life in the club together, along with their three young boys, was bliss. That was until one fateful night their world turned upside down. Having their lives torn apart pulled them in opposite directions.

Mad Dog is trying to run a club that’s failing miserably, and all he can think of is the family he once had and lost. With the club irreparably broken—his family gone, his brothers turning on him—Mad Dog is losing track of everything, and running the club in a direction no one saw coming. The Cartel is on his back, and he wants war. But will the war only lead him down the path to the inevitable? A Meltdown of Mad Dog?