Savage Sons Mc books 1-5 is a collection of MC romance stories which revolve around five key characters and the women they fall for. Havoc - A sweet like honey accent and a pair of hips I couldn’t keep my eyes off.That’s how it started.Darcie Summers was playing the part of my old lady to keep herself safe but we both know it’s more than that.There’s something real between us.Something passionate and primal.Something my half brother’s stupidity will rip apart unless I can get to her in time. Cyber - Everyone has that ONE person that got away, right? The one who you wished you had treated differently. For me, that girl has always been Iris.So when she turns up on Savage Sons territory needing help, I am the man for the job. Every time I look at her I see the beautiful girl I left behind but Iris is no longer that girl. What I put into motion years ago has shattered her into a million hard little pieces. And if I’m not careful they will cut my heart out. Fang-The first time I saw her, she was sat on the side of the road drinking whiskey straight from the bottle. The second time was when I hit her dog. I had promised myself never to get involved with another woman after the death of my wife. But Gypsy was different. Sweeter, kinder and with a mouth that could make a sailor blush. She was also too good for me. I am Fang, President of the Savage Sons. I am not a good man, I’ve taken more lives than I care to admit even to myself. But I’m going to keep her anyway.
View MoreMonsterThe man in front of me was everything I expected him to be. From the combed over silver hair to the perfectly pressed creases in his pants. Steel blue eyes glared at me from across the table. I was under no illusion that men broke under that stare.But I wasn’t most men. And I sure as hell wasn’t about to back down. Meeting his death stare with a smirk, I leant back on the chair, crossing my legs at the ankles. For a second, his eyes flicked towards my boots, and then slowly, as if to intimidate me further, he let his eyes drift up higher, lingering on the patches of my cut. “Monster? Is that the name I should call you? Or…” he flicked open the file on the worn tabletop, “should I call you…”“Monster is fine, Mr Monroe.” I grinned. I was getting under his skin far quicker than he was getting under mine. I could already tell. “How can I help you today?” I kept my voice even, friendly almost. Like I wasn’t stuck in an interrogation room. My only crime? Banging the old man’s pre
MonsterI didn’t get nervous, not ever, but as I slipped through the gate and into Fang's backyard, I felt something twinge in my chest. I just wasn’t sure why. I had been to dozens of these gatherings. Sure, back then it was only the older generation that had families to bring, but still, it wasn’t like I was an outsider.I knew everyone there.It was just…it seemed everyone had a partner but me. Not true by a long shot, but that’s how it felt. I had always maintained that I was happiest alone but that wasn’t exactly true. I was happiest with my brothers. They were the only family I had. And now I had to share them.My feelings were childish. Angrily, I brushed them aside, plastering my face with a smile. It was a forced one that didn’t quite reach my eyes. Social gatherings were always hard. I couldn't always keep the mask in place. But I would have to. I didn’t have a choice. There were women and children milling around everywhere. Heading straight for the cooler where I could see
AngelaI knew I looked good. I didn’t need the appreciative looks from every guy that walked past my sunlounger to tell me that. But it was always nice to have people stare, even the bratty girlfriends who glared at me were rewarded with a smile. I could afford to be nice to people. On the surface anyway. I was on holiday and had just spent the night with a man who had literally blown my world apart. More than once.Even the memory of his tongue against my inner thighs had me squirming. Jesus, he sure knew what he was doing. It was just a shame that I hadn’t caught his name. Throwing back my head, I laughed, drawing even more attention to myself. Who was I kidding? Not knowing his name was part of the fun. He would always be the mysterious man I had shacked up with in Vegas, the one with the magic tongue and the monster dick. I didn’t need to know his name because I was never going to see him again. And that was exactly how I liked it.Nights like the one I had spent with him were
Monster“Is it done?” As usual, Fang didn’t mess around with polite greetings. Usually, I was all for his bluntness but there was something about the way he asked that grated on my nerves. What did he think I was? A total amateur? Of course, it was done. “Yeah, it’s done.” I flopped down on the chair opposite him, his giant clutter-filled desk between us, and ignored his raised eyebrow. “What did you think I was doing, partying on club dime and not doing my fucking job?” The words slipped from my mouth before I could stop them. Chatting shit to Fang was always a dangerous move. And usually, I showed him the respect he deserved as my club president, but sometimes I slipped up. “Wasn't the club paying for your little holiday, Monster.” Fang’s voice was unusually calm, almost cheerful sounding, and it was my turn to raise an eyebrow at him. If I didn’t know better, I would have said he was happy. His lips kept trying to do this strange thing that I suspected was a smile.Fang happy?
MonsterThe club was jumping.The music, the flashing lights - it was all meant to say, come on in and have a good time.And I’m sure to anyone else it would have. But not to me.I saw past it all, just like I always did. It was a mask to hide the seedy underbelly of the city of sin. I knew all about masks; I wore one myself. One that I used to hide the monster I was underneath my charming smile.Looks could be deceiving, and that sure as hell was true of the place I stood in. It looked like an upscale kind of place, full of beautiful people, but I wasn’t fooled. The place stank of desperation.Reeked of it.There was no difference between the women there and the girls back at the clubhouse who would happily drop to their knees and suck my cock without being asked twice. At least the club girls knew what they were. They didn’t feel the need to put on airs and graces.They didn’t pretend.I knew that I could’ve had any one of the women gyrating in front of me if I’d wanted to. That was
GypsyI was lucky to survive. Everyone told me so.The nurses, the doctors, my dad - everyone thought I was lucky.But I didn’t feel lucky. I felt empty. Like there was nothing left of me anymore. Melanie had carved out my soul when she carved into my body with her knife. I wasn’t sure if the empty feeling would ever truly go away. Fang was a big part of it. The emptiness.He had come for me when I thought no one would, cradled me bleeding and dying on his lap and whispered plans for our future as Monster drove like a maniac to get us to the hospital. I could dimly remember it. I needed him. But I couldn't see him.Three weeks after being brought to the hospital clinging to life, I still couldn't bring myself to be in the same room as him. Every time he tried, I turned my face away. Until he stopped trying. I knew he was out in the hallway. He never left. And I needed him, but I just couldn't face him.Fang might have thought I blamed him, but it couldn't have been further from
FangI looked down at the note in my hand for the hundredth time and frowned. Screwing it up, I tossed it into the corner of the room. I didn’t believe a word it said. I wouldn’t have even if Giovanni hadn’t passed me the file on Gypsy's crazy ex-fiancé and his equally fucked up sister. It didn’t matter if the note said my sunflower was going home to her father, I knew the truth. Gypsy wouldn’t leave me. The thing between us was volatile as hell, but there were real feelings there. On both sides. If Gypsy wanted to leave me she would have told me to my face. She wasn’t that much of a coward. Which meant the note in my hand was a fake. “Someone fucking find her now,” I growled out.“Fang?” Hansel took a step forward, his eyes beseeching. “If the girl wants to go then you have to let her.”I didn’t turn to face him. Instead, my eyes bored into Pope. He appeared to shrink but met my gaze unflinchingly. “Are you sure she wrote this?” I waved the offending piece of paper in my hand.“Ye
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
FangGiovanni was no longer a boy, that much was perfectly clear. He was a man, a young man, but a man nonetheless. It wasn’t just the width of his shoulders, it was something in the way he held himself. The sure, confident way he spoke.Gio was no longer a boy playing a man's game, he was cool, calm and confident without being too cocky. He also supplied me with fifty-year-old scotch, so that was a point in his favour. It was all very dignified, something his family hadn’t shown in years.“Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Fang.”There was no condescension in his voice as he steepled his hands together on the table between us. I stared for a moment at his perfectly manicured fingers. The nails were square and clean. Still a bit of a pompous asshole then, I grinned to myself. A man’s hands should be rough from a hard day's work. Not primped and polished like a woman’s.“No worries.” I shrugged my shoulders non-committedly. I didn’t want to say too much before I knew what this
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