Novels by Matt Jessy

I woke up before the sun rose. The clubhouse hadn't even opened yet. A thin line of sunlight cracked through the small spaces, lighting the dust that hung in the loft like smoke. Something felt off and I felt danger was looming around the corner waiting for something to happen.The moment I sat up, my eyes fell on an envelope which was pushed halfway under the door. But I hadn't heard any footsteps on the stairs so I couldn't help but wonder how it got there. Whoever brought it knew how to move quietly.I picked it up, tore it open and took a seat. Inside was a single spark plug and a note and absolutely nothing else. I held the clean sparkling plug wondering what the hell was going on. My fingers clenched around the spark plug and a memory hit me out of the blues. They had lied that Saint’s bike had blown because of a faulty plug but I was there and I knew better . But that was exactly what pulled my attention to this one… this one looked identical to the model he used before the fir

Luca’s words hit me harder than the rain outside and my heart was full of anger. What did he mean by Bishop says you ran with the cash? For a second I just stood there, the bulb above us swinging like it was trying to see who was lying between us. My mind ran through the last few days, every face I’d seen, every whisper that died when I walked into a room. Someone had set me up, and Bishop’s name on Luca’s tongue made it sting worse.“You believe that?” I asked finally. My voice coming out rougher than I meant it to. Luca didn’t answer right away. His jaw moved like he was chewing on his anger. “You’ve been back for what, a day? And already Bishop is already getting calls about missing money. Tell me why I shouldn’t.”“Because you know me,” I blurted angrily. I saw his face twist at how harsh my tone was but he didn't say anything because the door burst open before he could reply. Two of Bishop’s men came in, dripping from the rain, one of them was holding a small black duffel. The ta

The key felt heavier than it should have. It was a single piece of brass and as I put it in my pocket, the weight caused it to sag a little. Just as I was about to turn my eyes fell on Luca’s right hand and I froze. “Is that… is it…?” I tried to ask by the words stuck in my throat. But I was too sure of what that was. The president’s ring sat on his thumb like a verdict. Silver and thick and the Saints’ crest made it easy to not ignore. I saw him fighting to keep a straight face as I tried to get a hold of myself. “Does that mean you’re the one who gives orders now?”Luca’s fingers curled, metal flashing like a blade. “It means I know exactly what I can make the boys do to you if you mess this up. One word from me and you’re not riding out. You'll literally be carried out. Remember that.”His voice was steady, but his eyes weren’t. I saw the kid who used to beg me to stay up late and tell him stories about the road now holding the power to end me with a nod and the reality of it m

I turned off the engine outside the Saints’ clubhouse and let the rain wash over the hot metal. Silverhaven’s dockyard smelled of rust, the same as always, but the sign above the door had lost its fight. The word BIG flickered once and then gave up, leaving only the red outline of a saint casting light into the puddles. It’s been six years since I’d stood on these grounds and sworn I would never come back here again. The recorder hidden inside the cuff came alive like a tiny red eye that saw everything I couldn’t say. I was ready… so I swung off the bike, boots splashing and pushed the door in…Inside, the air hit me as memories I hadn’t asked for rushed in. The stale beer, motor oil, the almost mistakeable hint of blood… it all felt too familiar. Immediately I walked in, conversations died. Multiple faces turned in my direction, some I knew but most I didn’t. Half of them looked at me in disgust while the other half stared in shock and I felt… numb. The bar was filled up with bot