Stung by Stealth: A Satan's Savages MC Novel #3 (12 page)

She glances up at me and smirks. “Have you been to
Hogwarts
lately?” she asks.

Raising my eyebrow as she smirks, I tilt my head. “Umm, what?”

She giggles. “‘Cause you’re a magician with those fingers.”

Chuckling, I bring her forearm down from her face and lean in kissing her nose. “First things first gorgeous, Wizards go to
Hogwarts,
not Magicians.”

She leans in pressing her lips to mine briefly. “And second?”

“And second, only Wizards have wands as big and magical as mine.”

She bursts out laughing and pulls my mouth to hers kissing me passionately. I lean over the top of her and kiss her back. My tongue moving with hers in a perfect rhythm. She really is beautiful, and right here right now, I feel like we’re in a good place. I don’t want to risk ruining it by taking this one step further than this needs to go tonight. So I pull back and she looks at me with a smile.

“You’re amusing when you’re not being so serious, you know that?”

Half smiling, I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear and lean in kissing her nose again. “Life can get pretty serious, I’m just trying to find my balance. But you being here, it’s helping.”

She brings her hand up and caresses my cheek, a small spark from her hand shoots through my cheek and radiates down into my shoulder. “I’m glad I can help. You know I’m always here for you, and we can take this at your pace. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good, then get under the covers and stay with me tonight?”

She grins and nods. “Of course, I’d do anything you ask of me, Stealth.”

A tightness forms in my chest at her words. I wish I could give myself to her. I know she wants that, I know she wants me—all of me—but I’m holding back. I’m just not ready, but my time will come, and it will come with Skye, of that I am sure.

We climb under the covers and she moves into the crook of my arm, nuzzling her face into my neck. Feeling her naked body against my semi-naked body is a pure bliss I haven’t felt for so long. And right now this feels right. Completely and utterly right.

Mad Dog has been searching the streets for another buyer for the eccys and guns, although everyone seems to be moving in line with the fucking Cartel. But somehow, he’s managed to find a small time gang that seems to be willing to hear us out, and the Prez has arranged a meet. I got the intel that the meet is to be held in an old abandoned warehouse outside of Lewiston, and after talking with Sentinel, and Hudson being on my back, I decided to call it in. I reported to Hudson about the meet, including the time and the place. I feel like an A-grade arsehole, and I just hope that there isn’t a shootout when my unit gets there. I don’t want to lose anyone… from either side.

The time has come to head out to the meet and I’m walking to my Hog. I’m sweating profusely. My heart is racing as I step over while putting on my lid. Starting the engine, along with my brothers beside me, Sentinel opens the gate and Ryder takes off first followed by Mad Dog and then me. The others follow behind as we ride in formation. My thoughts are all over the place.

How are my brothers going to handle it when my unit turns up?

How am I going to act when they do?

Am I going to be able to act like I don’t know the men arresting me?

This is going to be one tough ride.

My breathing is rapid and the wind harasses my face as we approach the turn off toward Lewiston. Flicking my indicator on to turn left, I’m shocked when Ryder and Mad Dog turn right to head back toward Gawler. Furrowing my brows, I’m utterly confused but follow them. Maybe they know a different way to the meet point? We continue riding, and I notice we’re heading out past Gawler and into Lyndoch.

Oh, crap! The meet is in an entirely different location.

My chest tightens and my stomach twists on itself as realization dawns that the meet’s obviously been moved.

My unit won’t be happy about this.

We finally pull into an old parking lot to see the buyers are already here. Five men are standing by two cars, and as we pull up, they nod at us in greeting. We all climb off our rides and walk over to the men. They’re all massive, and not as in muscular, but as in fat—or, at least, heading that way. It makes me smirk as they look us all up and down. The main guy steps forward toward Mad Dog, who’s taking off his riding gloves and places out his hand for him to shake.

“Big Joe from the Renegade Crew, I take it?” Mad Dog asks the guy with a beard to match Mad Dog’s, but his is red instead of grey, so he must be slightly younger than our Prez. His flannelette shirt makes me think that he might be some kind of country lover, but I try to hide my judgmental smirk.

“Mad Dog, good to meet you. I’m in a rush, let’s settle the deal so we can start the distribution and get out of here.”

Mad Dog smiles. “You’re my kind of businessman, Big Joe. We can distribute on a quarterly basis. A load of AK-47’s, along with a shipment of E tablets. Quantity can be decided on a later date, but can be in lots of hundreds or thousands, whichever you prefer.”

Big Joe nods and smiles. “Done. The cash will be handed over on delivery of the goods, once they’ve been checked and verified.”

Mad Dog nods. “Of course, wouldn’t expect it any other way.”

Big Joe nods and signals to one of his men, who walks over and hands Mad Dog a small rectangle container.

“What’s this?” Mad Dog asks.

“A show of good faith, just something small as a token of our appreciation for starting business with us. They’re rare and very expensive. I hope you and your brothers enjoy.”

Mad Dog opens the box and it’s a container of Louixs luxury cigars. He smiles and nods his head to Big Joe. “Thanks, I think we’re going to like being in business together.”

“Mad Dog.” Big Joe puts his hand out to shake Mad Dog’s again, and he places his hand out. They shake once and I tense slightly, waiting for something to happen. But nothing does. Big Joe turns and signals for his crew to leave, then turns back to face Mad Dog. “I’ll be in touch regarding the first shipment.”

Mad Dog nods and Big Joe turns and walks off toward his car. They jump in their vehicles and drive away. Looking around, I’m waiting for the Cartel to show up, but there’s nothing, not another vehicle in sight.

I think we’ve made it through this time unscathed.

“Prez, I think you should know, I had someone stay at the original meeting place and
the heat
turned up,” Techie announces walking over with his tablet showing some photos on his device taken by a member who went to the original destination.

Fuck! They’re there because I reported it in to Hudson.

My entire body stiffens as I look at the photos, clearly showing Hudson and Chief Thomas roaming the abandoned site.

“God damn it. Someone is playing games with us. Fucking José… the dirty little bastard. Well, more fool him! We won this round, you Cartel cunt!” Mad Dog turns and walks over to his Hog, and pops his leg over while whistling his instruction for us to leave.

Taking a deep breath as my heart races frantically in my chest, I throw my leg over my ride, thanking my lucky stars that Mad Dog thinks the police leak is José, and not coming from inside his own ranks. Starting my engine, I try to control my erratic breathing and ferociously beating heart.

This is all a little too real right now.
It’s only just sinking in that if we went to the original meeting place, we’d all be arrested right now, and I’d have officially turned in my brothers. I hate this feeling, guilt is seeping through my veins as Mad Dog takes off out of the parking lot, and I want to run and hide. But at the same time come clean, and see what they would do if I told them I was turning in to be a full brother and leaving my old life behind.

Can I do that?

Could I actually turn my back on my best mate Hudson? And Hannah and the kids?

I don’t think I’m ready for that just yet.

I kick up my stand, straightening up my Hog and pull back on the throttle, hammering down and high-tailing it out of there back to the clubhouse along with my brothers. The ride gives me time to think, gives me time to calm down, and time to focus. I need to settle myself down before we get back. Otherwise, they
will
know I’m rattled, and I can’t show them any signs that something is off with me. Taking in some deep controlled breaths, the vibration of my bike sends a calming effect right through me. I let the wind cool my burning hot face and bring the temperature down a notch or two.

I can calm myself.

I can do this.

I can face them.

They don’t know the cops being there was because of me.

If they did, I’d already be dead.

Riding down the long deserted road toward the clubhouse, my nerves are settling and my stomach is only twisting slightly now. I’m bringing myself back down to earth, I have to, or they’ll know. Arriving at the gate as it opens, Sentinel looks down at me furrowing his eyebrows. Obviously confused as to why we’re all here, and the guys are not locked up in prison right now. Shaking my head as I look up to him, he rolls his eyes and I swallow hard riding past him pulling into my usual position in the compound. Shogun runs over wagging his stocky tail and I smile at our club dog. He swaggers over to me and pushes into my leg as I step off my Hog. I pat his head and give him a couple of ear rubs and as much attention as he needs.

Noticing Mad Dog storming inside the clubhouse with his fists balled, the way his feet are grinding into the concrete, I can tell he’s fucking fuming over the meet. Not from meeting with Big Joe, that went fine and to plan. It was after when the news of my unit showing up came through. That’s what would be eating at him.

Picking up my pace, I make a bee-line straight for the clubhouse. I have a sinking feeling in my gut that Mad Dog might be about to go off, and I want to be there to stop him from hurting anyone if it gets to that point. Pulling back the heavy black door, I walk in and notice Mad Dog storming through the clubhouse like a madman. He picks up a stein from the edge of the bar and hurdles it across the room narrowly missing Skye. She ducks out of the way as it collides with the wall, the glass shattering against the plasterboard sending a shiver down my spine, as Skye looks at me with her eyes wide. I mouth
‘Are you okay?’
and she nods walking over to me as Mad Dog groans and continues to move around irritated. He picks up a pool cue and breaks it in half throwing one piece over to the other side of the room, it smashes into a picture frame on the wall breaking the glass as the frame crumbles and crashes to the floor. The other piece of the pool cue is being beaten against the pool table, splinters of wood flying off in all directions as the wood breaks apart while Mad Dog yells and groans out obscenities in aggravation.

Everyone is just standing watching Mad Dog lose his shit. He’s obviously pissed about my unit showing up—I would be too if I were him.

Fuck, I feel like a prick.

“Did something go wrong?” Skye whispers in my ear.

Glancing at her, I simply nod and wrap my arm around her shoulders pulling her to me, more for
my
comfort than hers.

“Prez, you need to take a breath,” Crash advises walking up to him with his hands out trying to placate him.

Mad Dog turns his cold eyes as he glares at Crash, then he turns the pool cue on him pounding him over the head with the broken wood. My heart races and my instincts kick in. I let go of Skye as Crash’s hands come up to defend himself while Mad Dog lays into him. Rushing forward along with Jigsaw, I grab Crash as Mad Dog puts a punch into Crash’s jaw and Jigsaw pulls at Mad Dog’s shirt moving him away.

“Don’t ever tell me what to do, Crash, or I’ll beat you harder next time,” Mad Dog yells through gritted teeth as Jigsaw pulls him into the assembly room.

Pulling Crash’s head up, I glance at the splinters of wood sticking out of his bloodied forehead. This poor kid always cops the brunt of Mad Dog’s ferocity. “Shit, are you okay?”

He nods taking a deep breath and touches his forehead. “Fucker got me good.”

Half laughing, I nod. “Yeah, he did. Try not to touch the wound, those splinters look like they’re in deep… you’ll need Stevie to check them.”

He nods as I walk him over to Techie. “I already messaged Stevie, he’s on his way.”

I still find it funny that we call Stevie a
he,
even though she’s a woman. But I understand, it’s for her medical professionalism and protection. So people in the outside associate Stevie the
‘male’
doctor with the bikers and, therefore, no one knows it’s her and she keeps her anonymity.

Skye walks over and pulls a stool out for Crash to sit down. “Here,” she says and I smile at her as she winces looking at Crash.

“Thanks. I was only trying to help.”

I grip his shoulder as he sits down. “I know, brother, I know. He’s on edge, and he’s getting worse. Ever since Steel left. Maybe we should call him?” I suggest and Techie sighs.

“I’ll see what I can do. I’ll call him, but I don’t think he’ll come back unless something bad happens. He wouldn’t leave Willow on her own unless things were dire.” Techie runs his hand through his hair and shakes his head. “This is crazy, the Cartel is on our backs, the heat showing up, Mad Dog losing his shit... this club isn’t what it used to be.” Techie walks off and I take a deep breath knowing that Mad Dog’s outburst was because of the cops that were only there because of me. Crash sitting here bleeding from his forehead, with bits of wood sticking out of his head, is because of me too. This is fucking shit. I don’t know if I can keep doing this.

“Hey, you okay? You look a little pale?” Skye asks rubbing my arm.

Looking up at her beautiful face, I fake a smile and nod. “Yeah, gorgeous, just need to eat something,” I lie.

“Okay, I’ll have Boiler make us some lunch, hey?”

“Yeah, me too. I’m fucking starving,” Crash adds and I chuckle as Skye nods caressing his shoulder.

“Sure thing.” She walks off leaving me with Crash as I take a stool next to him and shake my head slightly at this situation I’m in.

Lookout walks past, glancing at Crash, stops on the spot turning his head and gasps. “Fuck me, motherfucker. What the fuck happened to you? Oh wait, that’s blood. Fuckin’ motherfuckin’ hell. Why the fuck didn’t you stop me from looking, you pansy arse fuckers? Clench my arse tight and tug my cock, I’m going down fuckers, catch me.” He sways on the spot and neither Crash nor I reach out to stop him from falling. He plummets to the floor, passing out cold, as Crash chuckles and shakes his bloodied head.

“That… right there… was worth every second of pain,” Crash snickers and I chuckle taking a deep breath, figuring I better pick Lookout up.

Standing up, I lean down and roll Lookout onto his back. “Shiny balls, smooth, slick balls… stick ‘em in your mouth and suck ‘em,” Lookout murmurs in his unconscious state, making me laugh as a pair of massive feet come into view.

“I can take him if you like?”

Looking up, I see Behemoth and I smile and nod. “Thanks, man, Lookout’s so big. And I have muscles and all, but I’m not you that’s for darn sure.”

Behemoth smiles and leans down pulling Lookout up by his arm and throws him over his shoulder with the ease of a gazelle. The man has muscles on muscles, picking up Lookout is like lifting a five-kilo weight for him.