Todos os capítulos de Savage Sons MC Books 1-5: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Monster“Let me look.” Monster appeared in the door of the kitchen. I raised my face to meet his eyes, the ice pack still pressed against my rapidly swelling face. I tried to smile but it just hurt too damn much. More gently than I had ever thought possible, he moved my hand down. With me sitting on the countertops, we were at eye level. His were dull, washed out. I had never seen them like that before. Tilting up my chin, he studied the marbled bruise that was already spreading across my face.Not even expertly applied make up was going to be able to hide it. “Shit.” He swore, stepping back. “That's gonna leave a nasty bruise. Nothing broken though, right?” His eyes flicked towards Gypsy who was washing her hands at the sink. I didn't know why he was looking at the little hippy chick but he seemed to be waiting for her to reassure him.“Nothing broken, Monster. Angela is going to be sore for a while but there's no permanent damage.” Turning, Gypsy gave me a wide smile. It was the

AngelaThere was a kind of camaraderie between the men and women of The Savage Sons. One that I had never really witnessed before. They were a tight family unit. Looking out for each other. And in a way that meant that looked out for me as well. As Monster’s woman, I was welcomed into their hodge podge family. Kind of anyway. I knew they still had reservations about me. Fang and Cyber especially didn't trust me and that was fine, I wasn't exactly trustworthy. But they looked after me anyway. Reluctantly, sure, but they did it. They thought I was important to Monster, and that made me important to them. Of course most of Monster’s club brothers didn't know that it was all make believe and Fang was adamant it had to stay that way. “Hey Angel.” Monster’s voice was soft and my head snapped up at the sound of it. For a second I could do nothing but stare at him from my place cross legged on his bed, my hair wet and dripping from the shower. We stared at each other, me on the bed and him

MonsterThey couldn't even give me one day. Surely it wasn't too much to ask for. One day where I didn't have to deal with any crap. It wasn't even my crap I was continuously wading through but everyone else’s. Ever since I had agreed to seduce Angela for Gio, my life had been a never-ending shit show and I was fed up with it. My eyes flicked up to watch her dress. Studying her, I couldn't bring myself to regret it though. I hadn't been looking for anything more than getting laid by a beautiful woman but I had found something. And it was something real. Primal passion sure, but more than that as well. Angela had come into my life like a wrecking ball, laying everything to waste in her past and I wouldn't have it any other way. I couldn't imagine my life without her in it in some capacity, well, I could but it didn’t bear thinking about. “Who’s being the creeper now, Monster?” She thrust out a hip, one slender eyebrow arching. And I bit back a laugh. I wasn't sorry that I had been ca

Monster“Honestly, I don't know whether she’s going to be happy with that.” I threw my hands up exasperated. Everyone seemed to have a say in how my wedding was going to be. Everyone except me and Angela. The two people who should have a say. Personally, I couldn't care less. I would have quite happily gone to the courthouse and done it all quietly. Gio had other ideas though. He wanted it to be a spectacle. One big final middle finger to her father. For a crime lord, he was petty as fuck. I might not care, but Angela was female and girls always cared about that kind of stuff. “I'll have to ask Angela and see …”Gio cut me off. His finger tapping on the screen on Cyber’s laptop. My best friend looked none too happy to be using his laptop to plan a wedding. It would have made me laugh under other circumstances. But it was my wedding.My wedding.Shit, even the thought should have sent me into a panic. I was Monster. The last person anyone with half a brain cell would think would ever

Angela“Angela.” My father’s greeting was warm as he kissed my cheeks. His hands were firm on my shoulders. His voice might have been that of a loving father saying hello to his daughter, but his eyes told a different story. They were cold. The look he gave me was one of pure disgust.In the last few weeks I had shattered any illusions he had of me. I had spent years pretending to be someone I wasn't all because I wanted to be free of him. And even though I was free, I was about to put myself back exactly where I had started. Shackled. Imprisoned. It didn't matter what words you used to describe it.I would sacrifice my freedom so Monster could be free. “Hello, Dad.” I couldn't bring myself to call him Daddy. Not any longer. I could barely bring myself to call him Dad. A loving dutiful daughter I wasn't, but he was just as bad. A real father would have been happy that his daughter had found someone she wanted to spend her life with. A real father wouldn't force his daughter to marry