All Chapters of Savage Sons MC Books 1-5: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Gypsy“Well, Woofy.” My hand went down to scratch between the giant wolfhound's ears as I gazed around the empty bar. “This is it, home sweet home.”The dog at my side didn't answer me, but if he could have, I already knew what he would say.The place was a dump. The advert I had answered hadn’t mentioned that the place needed tearing down and starting over. If I had known, I wouldn't have bothered. I would have found another place. Another bar in another small town where I could spend my life in hiding.A town where I was yet again alone. Hiding who I really was.I frowned.No, that wasn’t entirely true. I was who I was. And I had been Gypsy for a long time. The girl who I used to be ceased to exist. I didn’t even know why I was thinking about her.Daniella Fleetwood was gone. Along with all her hopes and dreams.Gypsy had a different vision. Smaller dreams. Realistic hopes.Daniella wanted it all, the powerful job, the perfect husband and family. The prestige that came with her fam

Gypsy“You don’t look like someone who is involved with a biker.”The woman wiping the dust from shelves behind my bar paused, throwing a glance over her shoulder. I expected her to look angry, but the smile she had on her face was dazzling.“Don’t I, sweetheart? What did you expect us to look like?”I froze at the question. What had I expected her to look like? Honestly, I didn’t know. “I don’t know. Just not like…” I motioned to her with my hand. Blowing out a breath that lifted my hair from my sweaty face, I tried again. “Sorry, that came out so rude. Let's start again. I’m Gypsy and I speak without thinking.”Throwing back her mane of dark hair, she laughed. “You’re ok, Gypsy. I like a woman who says it how it is. Means you can stick up for yourself. But to answer your question, we are just women, the club is just men. We all have different backgrounds and different lives. For me personally, I come from a good, Christian family - devout and God-fearing. You know the type?” The han

FangI’d hit her damn dog and manhandled her all in the same day. It wasn’t quite the meeting I had envisioned, but I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. Not when she was looking at me in the way she was.She was trying to be discreet about it. Trying to catch glimpses when she thought I wasn’t looking.Unfortunately for her, I was always looking. I didn’t even attempt to be subtle about it. What would be the point?I was interested in her, and for all her fire and venom aimed in my direction, she was interested in me. It was only a matter of time before she fell into my bed. Personally I was all for speeding up the process. The chase was fun and all but there were other things that were fun that we could be doing.“Something going on between you and Gypsy?” Monster sipped his drink next to me, his face impassive. I could feel his eyes on me though.“Nope.” Slugging down the rest of my drink, I carried on staring in her direction. She was moving behind the bar with an easy kind of d

FangShe had humiliated me, called me out in front of my men and that was something I couldn't forgive. How she had handled the Kelly situation was unforgivable. Yes, the girl had been stealing and Gypsy had every right to fire her on the spot, but to drop that bag full of stolen liquor at my feet? That had been uncalled for and it had sent a clear message.Gypsy thought she was the boss of me. Part of me admired her fighting spirit. A very small part. Not that I would ever tell anyone that. “Sorry, Prez, I tried to stop her.” Pope's face was flushed as he pushed open my office door.For a moment I had no clue what the hell was happening, and then Gypsy appeared. Her face was murderous, her tanned legs hidden under a layered dress that reminded me of what Darcie had turned up wearing a few times. It was the kind of dress that covered almost every inch of a woman and yet was somehow the most sexual thing in the world.“You changed your hair?” The blonde with multicoloured streaks w

Gypsy“So you and Fang, hey?” Bobby, the Drunken Otter’s former bar manager and my newest recruit, flopped down into the chair opposite me, stretching his long legs out under the table. He had a bottle of whiskey and two glasses in his hands.Usually, I would have a problem with any member of staff helping themself to the liquor on my shelves, but after what had been the shift from hell, I was just glad he was there.As much as I hated to admit it, Bobby was a good fit for us. He knew the bar, was friendly with the regulars and was burly enough to deter even the most intoxicated asshat who thought they could smash up the place.For the most part anyway.That night had been a little different. It seemed it didn’t matter whether it was a town or city, drunk college boys were the absolute worst.My legs ached, my arm was bruised where one particularly persistent man child had grabbed at me and I was in need of a very large drink. I raised my eyes to him. “Me and Fang what?” Motioning wi