All Chapters of Savage Sons MC Books 1-5: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CyberMaggie was going to be ok, and that's what I should have been concentrating on, but I just couldn't stop thinking about Iris.Never in a million years had I thought I would see her again. Even when the name Iris had been dropped into conversations about the girls the Savage Sons had rescued from the human trafficking ring, I hadn’t batted an eyelid. There were loads of Iris’ in the world. The one I knew hadn't been the kind of girl to be snatched. She was safe and happy in her little corner of England. Where she belonged.To find her there, covered in Maggie's blood, had nearly floored me. It had come a lot closer than Havoc’s punch. But it was the hatred in her eyes, the way she had snarled at me not to touch her that I couldn't shake. She had every right to be pissed at me. I had ghosted her. Any girl would be angry. But it wasn't anger I had seen flashing her eyes. It had been hatred. A burning hot hatred. After five years, most girls would have gotten over it. They would h

CyberThe chances of the kid being mine were slim. The words kept going around and around in my head as I sat opposite Havoc and Fang at the kitchen table a few hours later, with frosty beers in front of us.Slim to none were her actual words, and I was glad of that. I would have stepped up if she had been mine, but I wasn't ready for a kid. And I sure as hell wasn’t mature enough for one. I was too selfish, and I loved my life. What wasn't there to love? I was a good-looking man who rode with one of the most respected and feared clubs in the country. I had everything I could ever want: a group of brothers around me that were closer than family, the open road whenever I felt like riding and a steady stream of women eager to warm my bed. What more could a man ask for?Except she hadn't said I wasn't the kid's dad. She had said the chances were slim.“You're thinking about Iris, right?” Fang chuckled darkly and I shot a look at him, the cold bottle at my lips.“Yeah, he's been like thi

CyberMy eyes were stuck together with sleep as I pushed the sleeping club girl off my lap; she slid onto the floor with a moan. I wasn't sure when we had all passed out, but it felt like only a few minutes had passed. My brain was foggy and my mouth felt like the damn Sahara Desert it was so dry.Not even the tantalising smell of frying meat was enough to flood it with saliva. But, damn, something smelt good.Pushing myself upwards, I cracked my back, turning towards the door that led to the kitchen. Someone was cooking up a storm in there. Something that almost never happened. The club girls were usually in charge of breakfast, and none of them could cook worth a damn. The room was only half full of sleeping bodies, and there wasn't a glass or bottle in sight. What the hell was going on? The clubhouse was never that clean so early in the morning. Using both hands, I pushed open the door to the kitchen. “What's for breakfast?” I asked and then froze. It looked like half the club

Cyber“Have you found something out?” Maggie peered at me from over the rim of her glasses. She looked tired, older, but still a hell of a lot better than she had when I had seen her in the hospital. It was good she was home and resting. Iris was obviously taking good care of her.My eyes scanned the comfortable living room. The bikers in it made it seem cluttered, but we had a habit of doing that wherever we went. “Not even a hello, Maggie, I’m disappointed.” Bending at the waist, I pressed my lips to her cheek. Fang followed suit, whispering something in her ear that made her giggle like a schoolgirl. “No, you're not.” She waved her hand towards the sofa, motioning for us to sit. There wasn't much that got past Maggie. She had spent her entire life affiliated with the Savage Sons in one way or another. She played the part of kindly old grandmother well, but she was so much more than that.She was as kick ass as any man in that room, and twice as dangerous when she put her mind to

CyberI had never been happier that I had borrowed Maggie's truck instead of taking my bike in my life. There was absolutely no way that Iris could have ridden even the short distance back to the house in the state she was in.She didn't say a word the entire trip back. She just sat there and stared out the window, tears falling silently down her cheeks. I was a jerk for telling her in the restaurant, especially when I wasn't even sure that it was Violet. I should have thought before opening my mouth.Hell, there were a lot of things I should have done in hindsight.“Iris?” Slowly, she turned her head, her eyes glassy in the glow from Maggie's porch lights. She looked like a zombie, totally out of it. She was in shock. “We’re home.” She paled even more. Home. Where I would potentially shatter her entire world. Her eyes shifted up to the house. None of the lights were on, but I knew Maggie would be awake and waiting for us. “I don't know if I can go in…” Iris mumbled rubbing her ha