All Chapters of Savage Sons MC Books 1-5: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Fang“What have you found out?” I couldn't wait any longer. I knew I was being impatient, but I needed to know what Cyber had found out. Even if he had found out nothing. The younger man paused before he looked up from the laptop he had propped up on the bar. There was a frown on his face that I didn’t like very much.“Cyber?”“You’re not going to like it Prez.” He sighed, resigned to the fact that he had to tell me whether he wanted to or not. “I can’t find any trace of Gypsy earlier than five years ago. Before that she didn't exist, or at least, it looks that way.”It wasn’t what I wanted to hear but I had been half expecting it. She put on the air of being a hippy but there was something positively not free-spirited about her. Bobby’s words echoed in my head. She had a stalker, a bad one. She had run.Of course she had changed her name.“She bought a share in our bar, she must exist.” My eyes narrowed on the younger man. “Follow that paper trail, Cyber.”I knew he wanted to get ba

Fang“So, who are you again?” I studied the woman sitting on the sofa opposite me and frowned. I didn’t like her. I couldn't work out why, but there was something about her perfect face that set my teeth on edge.Gypsy had disappeared a few minutes earlier to put on some clothes, leaving me alone with the newcomer. “Melanie.” She smiled a smile that would have some men panting. It was sultry, friendly and told the world she knew she looked good. Yet I hated her on sight. And the more she opened her mouth, the more the feeling was cemented. I just couldn't put my finger on why. It wasn't just that she had interrupted us, there was something about her that didn’t sit well with me.Perhaps because she was the complete opposite of my Gypsy. “I’m…” She froze, her painted lips thinning. “A friend of Gypsy's father. He sent me down here to check up on her after the office received some paperwork saying you wanted her to sell.”“My dad?” Gypsy stressed the word from her place in the doorwa

GypsyHansel had been playing it down.Sure, it was bad enough that one of their prospects was in the hospital, and that several bikes had been damaged, but he had neglected to mention one key fact.The word WHORE, written in three-foot letters across the front wall.This hadn’t been an attack on the Savage Sons, it was an attack on me.He had found me again, and this time he had taken my baby. Was Woof in pain right now? Was he hurting him? The more I stared at the words, the more I shrank back. It had been stupid of me to think he would let me be happy. It didn’t matter where I went, I wasn’t safe. He had taken so much from me and now he had Woofy, and...“Come here.” Fang's arm went around my shoulders, pulling me into his side. It should have made me feel safer, but I felt nothing but emptiness. “Get someone to the hospital with the prospect. And clean that shit off my wall.” His chin jutted in the direction of the clubhouse before he turned to me. “Let’s get you inside, Sunflow

Gypsy“What do you mean he just left you? After you opened your heart to him? Sounds like a dickish move to me.” Melanie leant heavily on the bar. She had said she had wanted to help me clean up but so far she hadn’t done anything but sit on a barstool and watch me wipe everything down. In the corner, Pope, my babysitter for the day, lifted his head, a scowl on his face. He could scowl all he wanted. He wasn’t helping either. Fang had wanted me to stay safe and protected within the confines of the clubhouse compound, but I had never done well with being idle. I needed to stay busy to keep my mind off everything that was happening. If he had been around, I could have kept busy in other ways. Namely getting naked and sweaty with him all day, every day, but I understood why he had to go out of town. He had things to do, a business to run. Even if it was illegal business. Still, Melanie’s words made me pause. It was a little suspicious. The timing of his sudden trip. A trip he wouldn

GypsyJesus Christ on a cracker, my head hurt. It felt like someone was drilling into my brain.I squinted, opening my eyes just a touch. I didn’t want her to realise I was awake if I could help it. Not straight away anyway, because I remembered everything. Right up until Melanie had smashed my head against the window for the third time. She had taken me by surprise, but it was her betrayal that stung the most. I had trusted her. And so had my dad. There was no way on God's green earth he would have sent her if he didn’t. My father had many faults, but he loved me. I half expected to see a lone light bulb swinging over my head, figuring that’s how those situations usually played out. The attacker would take their victim to some dimly lit, one lightbulb warehouse, all creepy and shit.But there wasn’t a lightbulb. Instead, I found myself staring at a ceiling painted cream not that far above my head. My eyes flew open. A cream ceiling with a smudge of footprints on it. Small footprin