All Chapters of Savage Sons MC Books 1-5: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

HanselI found her coming out of Fang's office and that surprised me. She had left with Gio. The son of a bitch head of The Family. So what the hell was she doing leaving Fang's office looking tearful? The thought rushed through my mind followed by another, one that made me clench my hands at my side.Had something happened to her? Had that asshole forced himself on her?“Gretal?” My eyes took her in. She looked fine - her clothes were smooth and unwrinkled, her hair still a perfect blonde curtain curling against her shoulders. It was only her face that looked drawn and pale. “Hey.” Idly, she wiped her thumbs under her eyes like she half expected to find tears there. That small gesture made me frown even more. What the hell had gone on in Fang's office that put that look on her face? It was clearly something bad. Really bad. Gretal was a fighter. A survivor. Hell, she was the strongest person I knew. She always had been. Even when she was a victim, when she was being forced to sell h

HanselI stayed away from her. It was hard, but I never stopped watching her. Whether she was my wife or not didn't matter. She was Gretal, and I would always have her back. But, God, it was hard watching her dance with everyone but me. Flirt and laugh with everyone but me. It was almost too much and I couldn't even escape back to my room and lose myself in another woman.Whilst Gretal was there, whilst she needed me, there would be no other women.If by some long shot she gave me another chance, there would never be another woman. Not ever again. I was glad when Monster and Angela finally left. It meant that the party was winding down. Gretal would go back to her room, she would lock the door and be safe. Or as safe as she would ever be seeing the job she had been asked to do. I would be able to close my eyes and rest, maybe if I was lucky, grab a few hours’ sleep. Fang might think there was a traitor in our midst, but I couldn't believe it. These were my brothers. Men I trusted wi

HanselIt was worse this time. When she had left after our argument, I didn't know what was happening. I had presumed, wrongly, that she would be back. That she was just taking some time to clear her head. When she hadn't come back, when she continued to not come home, I had spiralled into a pit of self-loathing so deep and black that I thought I would never come out of it. When she sent divorce papers, I had thrown myself into anything that would distract me. Alcohol, drugs, women. Anything to take the edge off the misery I was feeling. But this time was worse. She had kissed me and then left anyway without giving me any definite promises except the one that she would think about it. She loved me still, I knew that. That was never in question. The question was whether she loved me enough to give me another shot.“Are you still moping around?” Cyber folded his huge, tattooed frame onto a stool next to me, motioning for the barmaid to pour him his usual drink. “Drinking, not moping

HanselGretal was beautiful, but every time I saw her, whether she was sitting talking to the others, or just in passing, her beauty was like a knife to the heart. She was mine and I couldn't have her. Not because she didn't want to be mine, but because she had a job to do. Someone was killing the working girls who had been freed from a life of sexual enslavement. Which meant she was firmly on that killer's radar. Someone had already tried to hurt her. This time, they hadn’t succeeded but she was still in danger. Having her close to me might make me feel better, but it would probably put her in even more danger. And there was the little fact that Fang and Gio suspected me. And I couldn't be one hundred percent sure Gretal didn't have those same suspicions. So all I could do was sit and watch her from afar, my jaw clenched so tight that I was sure I was wearing my teeth down every time I saw her with Gio. Make believe or not, every time she touched him I wanted to break my fist aga

GretalIt was worse than anything I could have imagined. Maybe because I had known Keeley since she was eighteen years old - the sweetest, most pure soul I had ever met - it hit me harder. She was huddled on the floor behind the counter and one look around told me she had put up a hell of a fight. There were shattered plates and glasses all over the floor. A smear of blood on the floor. A tiny amount of blood but it seemed to stand out in stark contrast. And then my eyes found her. And it was worse than anything I had ever seen before. And I had seen a lot of bad shit.Keeley half lay, half sat in the foetal position in the farthest corner. Her whole body was shaking. Her usually silky blonde curls lay limp against her wet cheeks. There was an ugly bruise on her left cheek and around her throat. Like someone had wrapped their hands around it and tried to squeeze the life from her. But it was her eyes that hit me.They were wide and haunted. I knew the look on her face because I ha