All Chapters of Savage Sons MC Books 1-5: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

MonsterI hated waiting. Even on a good day it made me feel itchy inside. But waiting for Angela to come back from the trip into town she said she needed to make, especially when I had such a big surprise for her, was like someone had poured itching powder into my brain. It was getting so bad that I wanted to rip my own eyes out just so I could get access to my brain and give it a good scratch.“Will you stop pacing?” Fang snarled as I yet again turned on my heel and headed in his direction. I had been pacing for the last hour.Back and forth.Back and forth.I couldn’t help it. I was full of nervous energy. And I had no way of relieving it. I needed Angela to waltz back in through the doors so I could show her what I had got for her.I wanted to see her face when she opened the box. More than anything I wanted to see her face light up with happiness that I had created. Angela being happy was important to me. Whether we had a few weeks together or longer didn’t matter. As long as at

Monster“I know you, you’re…” My uncle squinted at me with his bleary, alcohol addled eyes but I didn't let him finish. I smashed my fist into his face before he could say my real name and sent him reeling backwards. I stepped into the house as he fell to the floor. The Judge brought up the rear, his chuckle menacing as he closed the door behind us.“What the hell? Get the fuck out of my house!” My uncle's foot lashed out, connecting with my shin and sending shockwaves of pain through me. If he thought a little pain was going to stop me then he had a lot to learn about me. I had dealt with pain my entire life, both physical and mental. Righting myself, I aimed a kick at his gut. The first one landed just below his ribs and I knew from the rush of air he exhaled that I had winded him. It wasn't enough. I put everything I had into the second kick, aiming it squarely at his face. The bones of his nose crunched under my foot. I didn't need to look down to know that his blood now stained

MonsterThere was a moment when I thought we were too late, a moment just before I heard her voice on the stairs. My angel was begging her father not to make her go through with it. She was pleading with him and all he told her was to compose herself like the unfeeling asshole he was. One glance at The Judge and I saw that he had his cellphone out. I knew what he was doing without having to ask. He was recording the whole thing and when her father opened his mouth and spoke I was glad he’d thought to. Not only had he admitted in front of witnesses that he was framing me to control his daughter, but it was now all captured on video. A video I had no doubt that The Judge had already sent to someone as a backup“Did you get that, Judge?” I glanced at him before turning my attention back to the woman in white standing and squinting in my general direction. I knew she couldn't see me but I could see her. She looked beautiful, like she always did, her dark hair and tanned skin standing out

MonsterMy wedding day. It felt strange to be actually thinking those words. Never in a million years did I ever think I would even want to. If you had asked me a few months earlier whether I would ever get married I would have laughed in your face.Me, Monster, getting married and being happy about it? It was comical. But that was before I met Angela. Before one simple job for The Family had put her smack, bang in the middle of my life.Neither of us had wanted to fall in love, but that’s how it happens sometimes or so I’ve been told. I couldn't imagine my life without Angela now. I didn’t even want to try. She completed me when I didn't even know I needed completing. From my place in the middle of our bed, I squinted at the sunshine that was pouring in through a chink in the curtains, cursing myself that I hadn't closed them properly the night before. But the moment I caught sight of her standing by the window, my eyes flew open.Angela was as naked as the day she was born. Her lo

GretalI had known that I would run into my husband, or soon to be ex-husband, at some point during the weekend. I had expected it to be hours earlier but seeing him again was still a shock. My lips fell open as our eyes met. His gaze was fierce, full of a look that I knew well. He had always worn that look of ownership when he looked at me. Back when we were younger, back before our relationship had gone to shit. I had loved that look in his eyes. It still affected me. My stomach flipped over as he smiled at me. Like I was a teenager again. Butterflies took flight and left me breathless. He’d always made me feel that way. Like a lovesick fool. It was one of the reasons I couldn't be around him. When we were together, I would forgive him anything as long as he promised me one more kiss. Everything but what he had said to me the night I had finally decided to leave. Those words were unforgivable. That night the love of my life had hurt me more than years of being sold for my body eve