All Chapters of Savage Sons MC Books 1-5: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

FangI looked down at the note in my hand for the hundredth time and frowned. Screwing it up, I tossed it into the corner of the room. I didn’t believe a word it said. I wouldn’t have even if Giovanni hadn’t passed me the file on Gypsy's crazy ex-fiancé and his equally fucked up sister. It didn’t matter if the note said my sunflower was going home to her father, I knew the truth. Gypsy wouldn’t leave me. The thing between us was volatile as hell, but there were real feelings there. On both sides. If Gypsy wanted to leave me she would have told me to my face. She wasn’t that much of a coward. Which meant the note in my hand was a fake. “Someone fucking find her now,” I growled out.“Fang?” Hansel took a step forward, his eyes beseeching. “If the girl wants to go then you have to let her.”I didn’t turn to face him. Instead, my eyes bored into Pope. He appeared to shrink but met my gaze unflinchingly. “Are you sure she wrote this?” I waved the offending piece of paper in my hand.“Ye

MonsterThe club was jumping.The music, the flashing lights - it was all meant to say, come on in and have a good time.And I’m sure to anyone else it would have. But not to me.I saw past it all, just like I always did. It was a mask to hide the seedy underbelly of the city of sin. I knew all about masks; I wore one myself. One that I used to hide the monster I was underneath my charming smile.Looks could be deceiving, and that sure as hell was true of the place I stood in. It looked like an upscale kind of place, full of beautiful people, but I wasn’t fooled. The place stank of desperation.Reeked of it.There was no difference between the women there and the girls back at the clubhouse who would happily drop to their knees and suck my cock without being asked twice. At least the club girls knew what they were. They didn’t feel the need to put on airs and graces.They didn’t pretend.I knew that I could’ve had any one of the women gyrating in front of me if I’d wanted to. That was

AngelaI knew I looked good. I didn’t need the appreciative looks from every guy that walked past my sunlounger to tell me that. But it was always nice to have people stare, even the bratty girlfriends who glared at me were rewarded with a smile. I could afford to be nice to people. On the surface anyway. I was on holiday and had just spent the night with a man who had literally blown my world apart. More than once.Even the memory of his tongue against my inner thighs had me squirming. Jesus, he sure knew what he was doing. It was just a shame that I hadn’t caught his name. Throwing back my head, I laughed, drawing even more attention to myself. Who was I kidding? Not knowing his name was part of the fun. He would always be the mysterious man I had shacked up with in Vegas, the one with the magic tongue and the monster dick. I didn’t need to know his name because I was never going to see him again. And that was exactly how I liked it.Nights like the one I had spent with him were

MonsterThe man in front of me was everything I expected him to be. From the combed over silver hair to the perfectly pressed creases in his pants. Steel blue eyes glared at me from across the table. I was under no illusion that men broke under that stare.But I wasn’t most men. And I sure as hell wasn’t about to back down. Meeting his death stare with a smirk, I leant back on the chair, crossing my legs at the ankles. For a second, his eyes flicked towards my boots, and then slowly, as if to intimidate me further, he let his eyes drift up higher, lingering on the patches of my cut. “Monster? Is that the name I should call you? Or…” he flicked open the file on the worn tabletop, “should I call you…”“Monster is fine, Mr Monroe.” I grinned. I was getting under his skin far quicker than he was getting under mine. I could already tell. “How can I help you today?” I kept my voice even, friendly almost. Like I wasn’t stuck in an interrogation room. My only crime? Banging the old man’s pre

Angela“But Daddy,” I whined in my best little girl voice as I stared at myself in the mirror, swiping the bright crimson red lipstick over my lips for a second time. Baring my teeth like an animal, I preened, checking that my teeth were free of any. As always I looked perfect. Sexy. That was the word everyone always used when talking about me. Well, not everyone, but my friends, their friends. Anyone who saw me sauntering down the street.“Daddy, I was looking forward to coming home tomorrow and seeing everyone. With work, it's been so long since I’ve been to church with you all.” Grinning at my reflection, I carried on with my little girl charade. It was the part I played around my family, the mask I had to wear. It was all an act; it always had been and it was one that I had perfected over the years. I hadn’t been the sweet innocent girl my father needed me to be since I was fourteen. By the time I was fifteen I had men and boys eating out of the palm of my hand and… I shook myse