Lahat ng Kabanata ng Savage Sons MC Books 1-5: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

DarcieWe didn’t talk about it again, but it was there hanging between us.The fact that he had lied to me. I knew he had lied. And he thought I was gullible enough to fall for it. That I believed everything he had said. Maybe I was in the wrong for letting him think I believed him but honestly, I had so much to mull over I didn’t give it much thought.I liked him. And I knew he was attracted to me. But if he could lie to my face about backing down from the arrangement he had made on my behalf what else had he lied about?Could what Maggie had said be true? Was he only this attentive around me because I was with Lucas first? I didn’t know any of their history. Hell, I hadn’t even known Lucas had an older brother but it was pretty clear that there was bad blood between them.Could Havoc have pursued me so hard just to get one up on his brother? Was that what this was, his way of revenge?I couldn’t answer that question honestly. The only person who could was Havoc himself and I had a f

Darcie“Thanks for meeting me, Lucas.”His eyes widened just slightly as he watched me over the table. “I’m glad you called me. I was hoping you would come to your senses sooner or later.”“I’m not here to get back with you Lucas. Me and you are over.” Slowly I sipped the frothy cappuccino. It tasted like ass. I used to love a good cappuccino but in the few weeks I had been with Havoc my tastes had obviously changed. I liked things simpler now. Less flashy and more real. “And you and my brother?”His words made me pause. I didn’t want to think about Havoc. Or how he would react when he got home and found me gone. “I don’t want to talk about Havoc with you.” It was painful even saying his name. “It’s none of your business.”Something hardened in my ex’s face. “Still I’m glad you aren’t roughing it anymore Darcie. A good girl like you doesn’t belong in his world. I’m glad you realise that.”“That’s not why I’m leaving Lucas. I’m not leaving him because I am too good for him. I am lea

Darcie“What?” I came awake suddenly, the word tearing its way out of my mouth before I had even fully regained consciousness. My tongue felt thick and furry and my throat was so dry it hurt to swallow. Slowly I turned my head against the pain radiating from my skull to look around the dark confines of the car. My eyes finally came to rest on the man by my side. He didn’t look anything like I had expected him to look. Shouldn’t a kidnapper be rougher, more mean looking? Shouldn’t I have been bundled up into a nondescript white panel van? “Where am I?” I did a double-take. “What do you want?” The words left my mouth in a rush. Not that I was expecting any answers from him. He turned his head slowly and I almost drowned in his black eyes. They were emotionless. Bottomless pits of hell. He might look like someone’s grandpa, but I would find no kindness from him.“Where you are doesn’t matter now ….” He seemed to search his mind for a second. Like he was trying to remember my name. “

Havoc.It was a strange thing, telling a woman I barely knew that I was in love with her. But as I held her in my arms as she slept, I realised I meant every single word. It wasn’t because I had been scared of losing her that I said the words but because I meant every damn word. Me, Havoc, was in love with the sweetest, most fiery woman in the world.The moment she pushed herself into the bar, I should have known. There should have been trumpets and fireworks and a giant neon sign above her head that warned me. Of course, there was none of that. There was just Darcie Summers in that damn gauzy, grey dress.And the funniest thing of all? I wasn’t even sure she felt the same. She sure as hell hadn’t planned on making me love her. Which left me open for all sorts of heartache that I wasn’t ready to deal with.“Havoc?”I blinked down at her as she sleepily said my name in her cute ass little accent. Her face was confused. “Go back to sleep.” Slowly I reached up to smooth her hair back

IrisPeople always assume that being rescued is the end of a story. But I know that's not the case. Being rescued doesn’t mean you can go back to your life. It doesn't mean you can live happily ever after. That’s in fairy tales; it isn’t real life. Or at least that isn’t my life. I know people think I should be grateful for the rescue, and I really am.They think I should be able to shake off the last five years of my life, the pain, the darkness, and just get on with it. But I can't. It's not like the darkness is always there. There are times, tiny little moments where I almost forget. I smile and laugh. And for those split seconds, I can feel the woman I used to be still inside me. She is still there, fighting to be let out, and then the darkness takes me again. And I am back to being the Iris I have been trained to be. The woman with no fight in her. The one who jumps at her own shadow and won’t meet anyone's eye.I don't want to be the woman who people look at with sympathy in t