Heart of Steel: A Satan's Savages MC Novel #1 (19 page)

Looking into the flames the yellow flickers to red, and it immediately brings to mind red hair. I smile as I think of Willow, and my cock twitches and grows hard as I remember her flaming red hair and how I wish she were here sitting on my lap right now. I want to see her, so I grab my phone from my pocket and bring up her photo. She looks so beautiful and innocent even if she’s a little blurry right now.

I sigh as a head rests on my shoulder and then whistles. “She’s fine, brother, real sweet looking.”

I look up to see Gator hanging over me, and I nod and pat the tree stump beside me for him to sit down. He does.

“She’s great.”

“Then why isn’t she here?”

I huff and shake my head. “This would be too much for her.” I look over to see Crash banging Jodi up the arse up against the side of the clubhouse and chuckle slightly. “She’s not really biker club material.”

Gator winces and shakes his head. “Mate, if she isn’t into the club that will cause issues. You gotta be prepared for that. One day she’ll make you choose. Bitches like that always do.”

I furrow my brows and purse my lips in protest. “But if she’s into me and knows the club is my life, won’t she know that it means too much to me to make me leave?”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “If you think that, then you’re either drunker than you think you are or more of a fucking idiot than I thought. Steel man, seriously, bitches like that only want one thing… a man in their life that won’t be dead the next day. You can’t promise her that in this club. So, she
will
make you choose. One day she will. I will bet my arse on it.”

I exhale and sink back into the deck chair looking into the flames of the bonfire. They flicker and twirl just like my stomach is right now. I want Flame so much, but everything Gator’s saying makes sense. One day Willow
will
ask me to choose. I just don’t think I’d be able to choose her over the club.

This place means everything to me.

It’s my life.

So maybe I should let her go now, and save us the trouble?

Who am I kidding?

I’m already so addicted to her, just thinking about her now is making my dick harder.

I’m fucked!

I rub my hands over my face and stand up abruptly making myself wobble slightly.

“Whoa, Steel man,” Gator says steadying me. “You good?”

I straighten myself up and nod. “Yeah, I’m callin’ it a night.” I don’t bother to hear his response, as I stagger off inside and toward the hallway. I’m stumbling on the spot when I see Lunar. She smiles, walks to me and grabs me steadying my body as she laughs to herself.

“Someone’s had a bit to drink, but still manages a boner. I’m suitably impressed.”

I chuckle as we continue to stagger to my room. She opens the door and helps me to my bed. I collapse onto the mattress as my head spins, and I see visions of Willow dancing around my room.

I can feel my shoes being taken off followed by my pants. “Let’s see if we can help you out a little, hey?” Lunar asks.

I nod not really knowing what she means as the room spins heavily and everything turns black.

My stomach churns and my head is pounding along with the rhythm of my heart. Each pound makes me feel more and more nauseous. Moaning slightly, I move my hand to my head, but then realise it’s weighted down. Wincing, I open my eyes and glance down to see Lunar lying on my chest. Blinking my eyes a few times to try and clear them, my heart begins to race erratically as my mind races to Willow, and the promise I made to her about not having sex with other women.

“Fuck!” I murmur to myself.

Looking down slowly, I pull the covers back to see we’re both naked, and I mentally slap myself in the head. I swallow hard and rub my face as Lunar begins to wake up. She looks up at me and smiles, I half smile back just to be nice.

“Morning, Mister Snorey McSnorerson,” she says and I can’t help but chuckle.

“I don’t snore.”

She scoffs. “Ah… yeah… you do. And you need a shower, you stink.”

Raising my eyebrows, I wonder if she means of sex or something else. “Of?” I ask trying to suss out if we slept together.

“Bonfire, smoke and booze. It’s oozing from your pores, you caveman.”

I purse my lips and nod. “Do I smell of anythin’ else?” I ask tilting my head.

She furrows her brows and looks at me through squinting eyes. Then her eyes open wide like it’s just clicked in her mind what I’m subtly asking. “Oh, did we fuck? And do you smell like sex?” She giggles.

I wince and nod. She giggles again and sits up on the bed, the sheet falling away from her tits and I can’t help but stare at the perfect mounds. Shaking my head, I blink and look away waiting for her answer. She leans down grabbing my semi-hard cock in her hand and tugging slightly.

“Don’t worry, Steel. Your cock stayed dry all night. But it doesn’t have to now if you don’t want it to?” she says starting to pull up and down on my shaft.

Fuck it feels good. I close my eyes and Willow flashes into my mind. Slapping Lunar’s hand away from my cock, she laughs and nods.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. You did the same thing last night. Good for you for sticking with this
no sex with others
pact. I can’t wait to see how long
that
lasts.” She stands from my bed and turns leaning down and kissing my cheek, then she walks out of my room without her clothes on.

Fuck, she’s such a slut!

And thank fuck, I’m not.

It would be so easy to act on my urges right now and rub one out to ease the throb in my cock, but Lunar just had her hands on it and it wouldn’t feel right wanking off after getting horny with her touching me. It’d feel like a betrayal to Willow and I don’t want to do that. I need to stick to my word, even if it means sex with myself. So to try and stop this ache in my cock, I’m going to go and have a cold shower and try not to think about anything sexual, especially not Willow naked and rubbing up against me.

“Urgh!” I groan and get out of bed ignoring my cock getting even harder at the imagery in my head and hoof it to the bathroom to have a shower.

Feeling slightly more human, but still hung over after my cold as fuck and long as fuck shower, my thoughts are on Willow again and my need to see how she’s doing. I know she’ll be at work, and I’ll probably only get one message from her, but that will be enough to tide me over. Pulling out my phone I type in my message.

Me:
Morning babe, how’s your day goin’?

Figuring I’ll keep it simple, I wait for about five minutes. My foot taps aimlessly against the carpeted floor as I sit on the edge of my bed… just waiting. My phone finally indicates a message telling me she's written back.

Willow:
It’s going well, thanks. Jackson’s saying he misses his dad. I wonder if Nikita has finally left him? I hope so, he seemed like a douche. How’s your day going?

Swallowing hard and wincing, images of what happened to his father flash through my brain knowing full well where Jackson’s dad has gone. My chest tightens at what Willow would think if she ever found out what actually happened two days ago. I know she wouldn’t agree with it, let alone be happy about it. I take in a deep breath and
reply.

Me:
Well, hopefully, Nikita has seen the light. I’m sure they’ll be better off without him. My day is going great. Just got up really, and thought of you, so I messaged. Was dreamin’ of you last night. ;)

I decide to try and change the topic. If I sway it to us, maybe she’ll drop the talk about Nikita and Jackson.

Willow:
I hope it was a good dream? :) I might be dreaming about you, too. But shh it’s a secret. Anyway, I have to go, kids to look after and all, but hopefully I’ll see you again soon?

I smile and
reply
quickly.

Me:
I would love that, I’ll arrange something soon babe. Talk soon.

Hitting
send
, I take in a deep breath. Knowing now that people are noticing the absence of Tyrell is unnerving. I just hope that the cleanup crew and Techie have covered our tracks well enough. Time to be social especially with the other chapter being in house, so I get dressed and make my way down the darkened hallway and out into the clubroom. The music is blaring as usual, and the place is packed with the two chapters all here mingling together as one.

Spotting Techie talking to FIM at the bar, I walk over and take a seat. Techie’s black rimmed glasses fall slightly on his nose as he turns to face me while FIM glances at me from behind the bar.

“Hey VP, you’re looking a little green today,” FIM says and I wince at my pounding head.

I chuckle and nod. “Yeah, big night. Still kind of pissed I think.”

Techie chuckles and slaps my back shaking his head, then his eyes move up to the ceiling. I groan and rest my head in my hand waiting for the so-called facts to flow.

“You know one scientific approach describes a post-hangover drink as giving the liver a distraction with additional ethanol to break down, instead of the toxic fusel alcohol that’s broken down after ethanol, hence delaying the release of fusel-alcohol toxins that ultimately contribute to a hangover. The flaw with that, though, is that scientific research into fusel oil in alcohol shows it, in fact, acts to alleviate hangovers.” He looks at me with a great big smile on his face as me and FIM stare at him blankly with the occasional blink.

“Aaand, sooo, what on earth does that mean?” I ask.

He rolls his eyes and scoffs. “Oh for Christ’s sake, weren’t you listening? It means, have another drink fuckface!”

I chuckle and look at FIM and he smiles and nods grabbing a stein and starts to pour me a beer. “So FIM, how you settlin’ in?” I ask as he pushes the stein toward me.

“Yeah, good thanks mate. Was a little thrown when Aldinga came in, but they’re good blokes. I’m amazed at how… welcoming everyone is.”

Techie and I chuckle. “What, you expect ‘cause we’re bikers we’re all gonna be arseholes? These guys here are your brothers now, FIM. They’ll treat you well. Just don’t fuck with ‘em and everythin’ will run smoothly.”

He nods. “I think Mad Dog and Chops are still a bit iffy on us, though.”

I shrug as I sip my beer. “Don’t worry about them, they’re cautious of all newbies. They don’t like change. They’ve been with the club since they were youngin’s. This life is all they know. Just don’t get on their bad side and you’ll be right.”

Ding.

A message alert pops up on Techie’s tablet. He swipes the screen and reads the alert.

“Huh, strange. Gatekeeper says there’s someone at the gate looking for the VP,” Techie announces.

I furrow my brows and lean over looking at the alert. “Bring up the security angle for the gate.”

Techie pulls up the feed and zooms down to show a woman at the fence. Her skin a dark chocolate brown and, at first, it doesn’t register.

“Got another bird we don’t know about after you now, Steel, my man?” Techie chuckles as he zooms in on her face.

Then it clicks. I tense up and take a deep breath as I look at the face of Nikita Jones. Jackson’s mother and Tyrell’s widow.

“Fuck! Tell Gatekeeper to let her in.” I stand up and roll my head as I prepare for whatever shitstorm is about to come my way. Techie stands up and follows me. My feet feel like lead weights as I trudge through the mass of bikers to the clubhouse door to greet Nikita. Upon opening it, I notice she’s already strolling toward the door. She spots me and looks up, her arms wrapped around her tiny little frame and her eyes dark and sad. I’m fairly certain she’s shaking, she looks terrified.

“Steel?” she asks and I nod as she walks up to me.

“Yeah! Hey, Nikita.”

She smiles brightly when she’s sure it is me and rushes into my arms. I jolt back slightly with the force of her strength as she wraps herself in me. Techie starts to chuckle while I wrap my arms around her for comfort. I swallow hard, as she pulls back and looks at me with glistening eyes. It’s only now I notice how stunning she actually is. Her chocolate skin is flawless, besides the healing bruises. She’s a knockout. I grab her hand and pull her along with me inside the clubhouse, I don’t want to be standing in the doorway blocking the entrance. Her heels click rapidly with her fast movements as I bring her into the middle of the clubroom, all the guys look at her and start to cat call and wolf whistle.

“Oi… shut it!” I call out and they all stop as she looks around the room. Her entire body is shaking again, her eyes open wide and her brows furrowed. The poor woman is terrified. A scraping chair startles me as I turn to see Lookout standing abruptly knocking his chair over. He looks at Nikita like he’s gobsmacked and races to us like a dog in heat. His tongue hanging out of his mouth and his chest heaving like a mad man. We all chuckle at his enthusiasm.

“Hi,” he says grabbing her hand and placing it on his chest over his heart.

She opens her eyes fully as do I and she looks around the room wondering what to do.

“Um… hi?” she answers.

“You’re stunning. Your shoulders are so tiny, not like the broad strength of a man’s at all.”

I furrow my brows at Lookout.

“Um… thanks?” Nikita says sounding as confused as I am. I’ve seen Lookout with women before, he goes to the club girls all the time, but the way he talks is confusing and right now he’s confusing me even more if that’s possible.

“And your hair, so long and wavy, not like the short scrumptiousness of the men’s in here.”

“Scrumptiousness?” Nikita asks holding back her smile.

“Fuck, I don’t know why I said that… shit man, I’m a fool. But really honey your arse is so motherfuckin’ tight that I wanna pound that bitch—”

“Okay, that’s enough!” I say grabbing Nikita’s hand from Lookout’s chest and letting it fall to her side. She looks at Lookout and giggles slightly smiling at him widely.

“You’re funny,” she tells Lookout.

He raises his eyebrow and scoffs. “I am?”

She nods and smiles and I shake my head and grab Nikita’s hand to gain her attention back.

“You came here to talk?” I ask and she looks at me and nods.

“My husband’s gone missing.”

Lookout groans and throws his hands in the air. “Motherfucker has a motherfuckin’ husband. Fuck!”

I glare at Lookout and so does Nikita, but ignore him as Techie scrutinizes the situation. I notice Jigsaw walking over staring at me with his hard glare. I know that look. It’s his
‘do I need to take care of her’
look. I shake my head subtly and he stands back but listens in.

“Well, maybe it’s a good thing he’s gone missing. He was a bad man by the sounds of it.”

She smiles and nods. “He was, and I’m very grateful that he’s gone. I just want to say thank you to whoever was involved,” she says loudly so everyone can hear.

I chew on the inside of my cheek as Lookout’s eyebrows raise up and curve and it’s like something clicks inside him.

“Oh shit! You’re Jackson’s mother?” Lookout asks.

My eyes open wide as I glare at him. “Shut up!” I berate.

“Yes,” Nikita answers quickly.

Lookout nods and looks away knowing he’s fucked up and basically just admitted that we’re involved.

Nikita looks around at all of us and inhales. “I know Tyrell was an arse and he deserved whatever happened to him… I just hope he isn’t coming back.”

I think that’s her way of asking if we got rid of him. I clear my throat and look around. Her eyes are glistening and I can see she’s really grateful to us for helping her out, so I decide to budge slightly. “Well, I’m sure wherever he is darlin’ he isn’t comin’ back. For you or Jackson… ever.”

She slumps and visibly relaxes her body as tears fall from her eyes. Tears of joy, I’m assuming. I grab her shoulder and she looks at me, her eyes sparkling with something I haven’t seen in her eyes at all. Hope and wonder. She looks excited, and I’m glad I could give that to her.

“Thank you, thank all of you. I don’t know what happened, and I don’t need to know. But knowing me and my baby will be safe from that man forever, makes me the happiest woman on earth.”

“You’re welcome,” Lookout says stepping up to her and taking her in his arms embracing her tightly.

As horizontal wrinkles appear on my forehead from the smirk I have on my face at his lack of composure, she giggles and embraces him back. I watch her shiver slightly, the way girls do when they’re overly excited.

She pulls back from him and he smiles at her brightly.