Stung by Stealth: A Satan's Savages MC Novel #3 (5 page)

“So gorgeous, tell me about your day?” I ask running my hand up her thigh, her skin’s so soft it feels like silk.

“I didn’t do much. Just hung out with Jess and spoke on Skype with my brother for a bit.”

Smiling, I nod. “Oh yeah, how’s he going?”

“Really good, but he needs a hand on the farm. I feel bad that I can’t be there to help him out.” She sighs and looks at me with her eyes glistening like she might be a little bit upset.

“Hey, don’t feel bad. I’m sure he’ll find help soon, and if not you can always take a holiday to go and see him for a few weeks.”

She nods. “Yeah, you’re right… Anyway, I’m glad you’re back from the range. It was so quiet here today, with only Lookout and those weird new prospects.”

Chuckling as I think of Acid and Blade, I nod. “Yeah, they seem… um, interesting.”

“Yeah, has Acid growled at you yet?” she asks making me chuckle.

“Not growling as such, but he did bare his teeth to me like a dog. That guy is weird.”

She giggles and nods. “Oh yeah, weird with a capital crazy!”

Laughing, I run my hand up and down her arm, touching her comes easily to me. We’ve been getting closer since the day I arrived, and I know she’s been spending a lot less time with my brothers focusing most of her efforts on me. Even though I’m not really giving her much in return other than, I guess, cuddles.

“So what’s the plan for tonight then?” I ask.

She shrugs. “I guess I watch you guys all get wasted like usual. Bunch of heathens that you are.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Oh, is that how you see me?”

She shakes her head. “You? No! You get wasted, sure… but you don’t bury yourself in pussy, or have your head firmly between club girl legs. That’s not your style, Stealth.”

Raising my lip, I smirk. “Oh, and what
is
my style?”

She brings her hand up to my cheek and caresses my face softly. “You’re a one woman man. You’re a give your heart out type, and when you do, you give everything you have to that one woman. You’re a lover Stealth, not a luster like these other goofs.”

Tilting my head slightly at her surmise, I guess she isn’t far off track. I’m not one for going in for just any random pussy and having sex for the fun of it. I like sex to mean something. Call me a pussy if you want, but I wasn’t brought up like my brothers. I was raised to treat women with respect and dignity, so loving them and treating them kindly is the only thing I know how to do—that includes sex.

“You think you know me gorgeous?” I ask.

She smirks and nods. “I know you better than you think, Stealth. I know you like me, you’re drawn to me like I am to you, but you’re guarded. Because you’re a lover, and right now your heart is yearning for someone else. I’m not stupid. I know about your ex-wife and I know you haven’t been apart long, wounds take time to heal. But I’m here, I’m not going anywhere, and I’m willing to wait. However long that might be till you’re ready to open up to me.”

Taking a deep breath, I gaze into her beautiful sky blue eyes as she looks right back at me. My heart beats a little faster as she caresses my face. She draws her bottom lip into her mouth baring down with her teeth on her lip and it instantly makes my cock twitch underneath her. She really is so fucking undeniably beautiful. I can feel it, the pull, the chemistry between us. It fizzles and cracks drawing me closer to her.

Licking my lips, I inhale through my nose as her chest rises and falls dramatically. My hand comes up to her head holding her hair as our faces are mere centimetres apart. My breathing is rushed as her light breath on my face makes me break out into a cold sweat. Kissing her is all I want to do right now, but something is holding me back. Something in the back of my mind is screaming one simple word.

Hannah.

Clenching my eyes shut, I swallow hard and pull back taking in rapid deep breaths. Hearing her sigh, I open my eyes to watch her frowning. I wince at her obvious disappointment at our almost first kiss.

“I’m sorry.”

She half-smiles and drops her hand from my cheek to my chest over my heart. “It’s okay, Stealth. Let this heal first.” She presses on my chest over my heart. “I’ll be here. Our time will come.”

Exhaling, I run my hand through her hair and down her silky arm. “You’re too good to me.”

She shakes her head. “No, you’re good
for
me. Why do you think I’m willing to wait? You’re worth it.”

Taking a deep breath, I inwardly kick myself. After saying something so nice, I should just lean in and kiss her, but I can’t. Hannah is on my mind, and nothing I can do right now is stopping the image of her face from replaying over in my memory.

It’s Saturday and I’ve woken up from a restless sleep dreaming about Hannah and the kids. I miss them. Not seeing them for so long has me wondering how they are. But I know, staying away is the best option right now. Hannah made it very clear she doesn’t want me, and apart from that, it’s the only option for keeping them safe. Walking out of my room, I step into the hall to see Sentinel talking to Jess outside of his room as if she’s leaving from the night before—sly dog. She looks to see me watching them then she turns back around and saunters off toward the clubroom.

Sentinel huffs like I’ve just killed his fun. I smirk striding up to him and raise my eyebrow. He furrows his like he isn’t going to be spilling any beans to me anytime soon about the club’s wildest girl, but he does leer at me instead.

“Are you getting any intel? I can’t get much working on the gate, but you’re in with the prez, so you need to be reporting everything in.”

Clenching my jaw tight as my heart starts to race in my chest, I bring my hand up and slap him across the back of his head, hard. “Don’t talk in here. The walls have eyes and ears, dickhead. I’ll report in soon, just watch what you say and where you say it. You don’t want to end up in an appointment with Jigsaw at the Chop Shop do you?” I don’t bother to wait for his answer. His behaviour is immature and reckless, and shit like that gets fuckers like us… dead!

Marching out to the clubroom, mainly to get away from the ridiculous conversation that’s just taken place, I walk in to sound of Mad Dog yelling at Penetrator. Turning to look at the commotion, Mad Dog has him by the scruff of the neck and is screaming in his face. Mad Dog shoves him forcing him to fall backward into the pool table. He picks up a pool cue and smashes it over Penetrator’s head. Blood pisses out of his forehead as he falls to his knees. Chops and Jigsaw rush in breaking up the fight. Striding over to Penetrator, I put my hand on his shoulder as he sways on the spot.

“What the fuck?” I murmur to myself as Mad Dog glares at him.

“Don’t you ever talk about my kid being a traitor again, or I’ll shove the pool cue up your arse next time!” Mad Dog storms off to the assembly room with Chops, as Penetrator slowly stands up wobbling from side to side.

“You okay?” I ask.

He shoves my hand off his shoulder and grunts stumbling out of the clubroom and down the hall, obviously to his room while blood runs down his face from the large gash on his forehead.

Techie steps up next to me shaking his head. “He’s losing it. Steel leaving has affected Mad Dog so much he’s going crazy,” Techie murmurs.

I huff and shrug wondering if this is going to settle down or if Mad Dog is only going to get worse as time goes on. I have no idea. Right now I have a meet to get to. Turning, I walk out of the clubroom to the compound and step over my Hog. Pulling on my lid, I wonder if going to see Hudson right now is a good idea, but the meet is scheduled and if I don’t show up they’ll think something’s happened to me, and I can’t have them thinking that. The club will cope just fine with this little drama without me for an hour.

Starting up the engine it roars into life, the cool metal vibrates between my legs sending a high through me that I only get when riding a bike. It’s a real sensation of bliss. One I’ll never get tired of feeling. Pulling back on the throttle, I ride to the gate and peer up to see Sentinel at his post. He looks down at me and smiles, obviously knowing where I’m going. He nods and opens the gate. Riding out, I hammer down and make my way to meet Hudson. We agreed on a quiet little bar that my cousin owns. It’s out of the way, and the patronage is low so it’s the perfect location for a meet.

Pulling up out the front of Amor, I take off my lid and step inside. Noah’s behind the bar and I smile as I walk in.

“Hey cuz, how’s things?”

“Hey, detective. Nice to see you out and about. How’s undercover life treating you?” Noah asks immediately pouring a beer for me.

Taking a seat at the bar, I smile. “Well, it’s interesting, I’ll give you that.”

He smirks and nods. “So is your friend coming in today?”

I chuckle and nod. “Yes, he is. Will you stop perving on him, please? I find it really quite disturbing.”

“Hey, a man can look can’t he?” Noah replies as I shake my head and roll my eyes.

“You know he’s not gay, right?”

He chuckles. “Oh yeah, I know. He’s definitely not gay… just every gay man’s fantasy.”

Cringing, I stick my tongue out like I’m gagging and he slaps my arm. “Okay, stop, he’ll be coming soon.”

“Especially if I have my way.”

Opening my eyes wide, I start to cough on thin air. “Noah! Stop! Oh, fuck!”

He laughs and hands me my beer. “Only kidding… kinda! Oh, look here’s the hunk-a-spunk now.”

Turning on the stool, I notice Hudson pulling up outside on his Hog. I always find it strange that a cop who deals with bikers rides a motorbike himself. He pulls off his helmet and walks inside Amor striding up to me. I stand up with a smile on my face. It’s good to see him. It’s been a while. We come together in a man hug, embracing each other like old friends do.

“It’s good to see you, buddy,” Hudson says.

“It’s good to see you too, it really is.”

He pulls back from me, strolls over to the bar and takes a stool. He looks up and smiles at Noah, who’s glancing at Hudson with a dazed stare, then he looks back to me. “So that carnage on the highway the other day was caused by bikers, hear about it? Know anything about it?”

Tensing up remembering back to the devastation and mayhem I caused, as I chew on the side of my cheek. “Did everyone come out of that okay?”

Hudson smirks shaking his head and huffs. “The innocent victims were all fine. Their cars, not so much.”

Relaxing my shoulders, I nod and crack my neck from side to side easing my tension. “Good to hear.”

“So… how’s it going?”

I smile. “Smoothly. No one suspects a thing. But honestly… they’re not all bad.”

He jolts his head back and turns his lip up. “You’re crazy thinking that way. You must be getting in too deep. Getting too attached. If you want to win Hannah back, then you need to do the job, bring the club down, and get the hell out of Dodge. You hear what I’m saying?”

Huffing, I choose to ignore him and try changing the subject to him instead. “How are things with Cassie?”

He shakes his head and exhales rubbing his chin. “Not great. She doesn’t get that we’re over…
for good
. We have been for a year and she’s still trying to fix things.”

“That’s too bad. She really loved you, but she was a clinger that’s for sure.”

Hudson smirks and chuckles. “Yeah, well you think she was a clinger when we were together? You should see her now. Anyway, that’s completely off the topic. You need to keep going, get as much intel as you can and report back to me when you can get out. If you have a gun or drug deal, let us know the drop off location and time, and we can be there to bust them.”

I simply nod, but don’t confirm verbally because I feel guilty for not wanting to turn the Savages in. I’m being pulled in two different directions, and I’m getting serious whiplash.

“You’re doing well, Adam. You managed to get in and patched quicker than I’ve ever seen an undercover do before. I’m proud of you. You’re a good cop. You’ll do the unit and Chief Thomas proud.”

My stomach churns at the thought. Doing the unit proud means turning on my brothers, and I’m growing to love them. Maybe not Chops and Penetrator, but the other guys are like family now and turning on them is going to be a very difficult task for me.

“Yeah, well, let’s hope Doug and I can pull this off.”

Hudson nods. “I know you both can. How’s Doug coping?”

Smirking, I tilt my head. “Well, let’s just say he’s not as in with the crowd as I am. Doug’s a little pushy, so I think that’s why they put him on the gate. So no one had to deal with his twenty-questions all the time. If anyone is going to fuck this up… it’s him.”

Hudson nods and rubs the back of his neck. “Do we need to pull him?”

Huffing, I wonder if that might be the best option. Maybe he should be pulled? But then I think about our cover story and wonder
would Adam stay in the club without his ‘brother’ Doug.
I don’t think he would, so if Doug left, Adam would too. “No, I think Doug has to stay so there’s no chinks in our cover story. If one half of the brothers left, I think the other half would leave too.”

Hudson nods and takes in a deep breath. “Yeah, you’re right. Okay, but if Doug’s getting in too deep and you think he’ll blow your cover, you let me know and we’ll pull him. The last thing we want is you two ending up in body bags.”

A knot forms tightly in my stomach at that thought. If Mad Dog ever knew about Doug and me, that’s exactly what would happen. Our cover has to remain secret right until the very end. “Exactly. I’ll keep Doug in check. Don’t worry. He’s on the gate almost all the time now, so he doesn’t interact with the men hardly at all.”

“Well, that’s a fucking good thing then.”

Nodding, I take a deep breath and a gulp of beer.

“Drinking on the job now, Adam? And don’t you have to ride back to the clubhouse?” Hudson asks raising his eyebrow.

Shit! I forgot where I was. This is how you function as a brother, but as a cop, it’s strictly no alcohol when driving and especially when working.

“I’ve only had a couple of sips. Definitely, won’t be over the limit. Test me if you like? Sorry, it’s just a habit I’ve picked up from the club. You kind of have to adjust to fit in there, and being there 24/7 helps you forget how to function normally when you step into the real world.”

He nods and slaps my arm. “Right. Well, just don’t drink anymore. Ride safe, and report in when you have some credible intel, okay?”

Furrowing my brows and pout slightly. “You’re leaving?”

He frowns. “Sorry mate, I have to. I’m on the clock and Thomas is riding my arse. Gotta have these reports in by eleven, and I haven’t even started. It was really good seeing you, though.” He stands up and looks at me pursing his lips. “Look after yourself. Don’t go getting yourself killed, you hear me?”

I smile and shake my head. “I’m smarter than them. Don’t worry about me, Hudson. I got this.”

I don’t think, I got this!

“Yeah, you do. See ya.”

“Later.” I pick up my beer glass bringing it to my lips.

“No more drinking, Donovan!” he says as he walks out the door. Rolling my eyes, I bring the glass back down to the bar and huff.
This is shit.
Noah wanders over wiping a glass with a tea towel and smirks.

“So, he’s a cop too, right?”

I smirk rolling my eyes. “I’ll see you next time, Noah.” Standing up shaking my head, I turn walking out of the bar with Noah chuckling behind me.

Jumping onto my ride, I wondering if I’m actually going to be able to pull off this sting. Taking a deep breath as my stomach churns while thinking about the path ahead of me, I start the engine and begin the ride back to the clubhouse.

It isn’t too long before I’m pulling back into the compound through the gates. Looking up at Sentinel as I ride through, he nods and I acknowledge with a return nod letting him know the meet went well. After parking in the usual spot, I pull off my lid and notice two ramps set up. Furrowing my brows, I leap and hoof it over to them. Crash is lying in between them breathing heavily. A bike revs in the distance and I furrow my brows wondering what the fuck is going on.

“Crash what are you doing?”

Hearing the Hog accelerate from my left, I turn to see it flying toward the first ramp. Crash stares up at me as the bike hits the ramp soaring right over him. Ryder is on the bike and his foot stand kicks Crash right in the face as Ryder glides over the top of him. Blood spurts from Crash’s nose as an eruption of cheers applaud from behind me.

What the fuck?

Ryder lands on the other ramp and skids to the side raising his hands in the air in victory. Furrowing my brows, I walk over as Crash moans out in agony. Lookout walks outside as Crash stands up hobbling about, blood pissing from his nose. Behemoth stands next to Lookout and grabs his shirt.

“What the fucken fuck you grabbing me for fucker?”

Behemoth nods toward Crash, who walks past him moaning as he holds his nose, blood pouring down onto his shirt.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, you fucken motherfuckers gotta go and make everything fucking bloody all the time. Great! Now my fucken world’s spinning. Shove a cock up my arse and pound me happy. Catch me fucker.” Lookout’s eyes roll into the back of his head as Behemoth clenches his hand on his shirt harder while Lookout falls limp like a rag doll dangling from a piece of string.

“Always passing out. Poor guy,” Behemoth says picking Lookout up and throwing him over his shoulder.

Mad Dog starts clapping as everyone is chuckling. “That was perfect.”

Furrowing my brows, I wonder how a brother getting a broken nose and another brother passing out could be perfect. “What was that about?” I ask.

Mad Dog smiles shaking his head. “Crash tried to ride the moped and smashed it. So I ordered Ryder to jump over him.”