by K E Osborn
Warning
Blurb
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Note For The Reader
Information And Dictionary
Club Members & Character Relationships
Table of Contents
Steel – The Satan’s Savages Series #1
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINTEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
EPILOGUE
Flame – The Satan’s Savages Series #2
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
Stealth – The Satan’s Savages Series #3
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
EPILOGUE
Crazed – The Satan’s Savages Series #4
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
EPILOGUE
Sharp – The Satan’s Savages Series #5
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
EPILOGUE
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About The Author – K E OSBORN
PROLOGUE
STEEL’S POV
BANG. The echo of gunfire pummels through the warehouse as I hunch behind the wooden crates. Peering out slightly to get a look at Ghost my club Vice President stretched out on the floor, my heart rate spikes as the blood oozes from his chest. The harsh breeze of a bullet stings my face as it flies right past my cheek, grazing it. The intense burn makes me grit my teeth as my back smacks harshly against the splintered wood. I breathe harsh and ragged trying not to pass out at the thought of the near fucking miss.
The sweet metallic pungent smell of blood and gunpowder invade my senses, drowning me in the knowledge that we’re outnumbered and losing this damn fight. Looking over to my left as the gunfire ricochets off the crates surrounding me, sending splinters of timber in all directions, Jigsaw the club’s Sergeant at Arms is slowly making his way over to me. He jumps up and fires off a few rounds toward the 5113 street gang. These guys are fucking scum and can’t be trusted, which is obvious from today’s drug deal going God damned south.
“Where the fuck is Crash?” I yell as Jigsaw drops to the ground dodging more bullets and rolls toward me moving his back up against the crates alongside me.
“Patience comes to those on the plateau of solace,” Jigsaw says in his Swedish accent and I glare at him and shake my head.
“Now is not the time for your fuckin’ riddles, arsehole. Is Crash on his way to wipe out these fuckheads or not?” I yell over the consistent and annoying gunfire.
Surely those fuckers should have run out of ammo by now?
Suddenly an almighty explosion sounds, the shockwave forcing the air from my lungs as I fall forward and onto the body of the gang member I stabbed earlier, his blood seeping into my 1% patch. Taking in a lung full of air as my ears ring from the violent burst of noise, I shake my head noticing the gunfire has now ceased. Grabbing Jigsaw by the scruff of his T-shirt, I stand up on shaky legs looking back to the front of the warehouse. It’s completely destroyed and in its place is the truck with Crash standing at the driver’s side smirking like he knows he’s saved our arses!
“Well, c’mon fucker or the rest of the gang are gonna get here before we can piss off,” Crash yells out and I can only just hear him over the constant ringing in my ears.
I kick the dead gang member away from me—fucker got blood on my patch—and run with Jigsaw to the front of the now completely mangled warehouse. On my way out I pass the two prospects that Chez took out when the gunfire first rang out. Alex has half his head missing with his brains splattered all over the wall and Jake has a single bullet wound straight between the eyes. Gritting my teeth and shaking my head as my blood pressure rises, I don’t stop to look at the mangled and bloodied up bodies of Chez and the other members of the gang.
They double-crossed us. I don’t have time to worry about sorting out their traitorous corpses.
“Help me get Ghost and the prospects in the truck, Crash,” I yell as I race back to Ghost and lean down grabbing his shoulders. Fucker’s heavy! Crash grabs his legs and we lift him to the back of the truck. His body thuds against the metal of the tray and I cringe wishing it was anyone but Ghost. But I don’t have time to mourn right now. The 5113ers could come back at any second and with more numbers. We gotta sprint!
We hike Alex and Jake into the van as Jigsaw grabs what’s left of the duffle bags containing the drugs and hands them to Crash just as he closes the back door of the truck.
“The drugs are like water, rare and beautiful and if you—”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake Jigsaw. Enough with the riddles. Let’s get the fuck outta here!” I yell.
He nods and Crash gets back into the truck while I jump onto my Hog. Feeling the cool metal between my legs helps my spiking heart rate ease a notch. Being on the back of a bike is like an instant relaxer.
“Go!” Jigsaw yells. That’s the only words that have made sense in the last five years I’ve known him.
I kick start my bike, the engine roars to life as I turn back and look at the smoldering warehouse and the carnage of the bodies left inside. I can’t help a smile that forms across my face.
“See you in hell, fuckers!” I turn around and the wind eases the burn on my cheek as I ride off watching the moon rising over the foothills toward the clubhouse where I was raised. My life, my home.
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CHAPTER ONE
My cheek is fucking burning from the graze of the bullet as I ride along the street to the clubhouse set on the outskirts of Virginia in Adelaide, South Australia. My heart is still hammering in my chest from the God damned blood bath that just went down at the warehouse in the foothills.
Chez’s men will pay for this, of that I am very sure! Veering right my Hog roars as I hammer down and turn up the driveway toward the clubhouse gates. Jigsaw is flanked to my right and Crash is behind me in the truck as the vast clubhouse comes into view. Just seeing my home simmers my temper a notch.
Gatekeeper looks down to see me and Jigsaw approaching and starts to slide open the giant mesh and corrugated iron gates. The rusted metal screeching and moaning is so loud I can hear it over the noise of my Hog. Gatekeeper jumps down from his lookout post and walks across to me as I slow my ride down and enter through the rusted entrance over the concrete drive.
“Ghost?” Gatekeeper calls out.
I swallow hard remembering the bullet wound to my VP’s chest and shake my head.
Gatekeeper winces and smacks his fist on the gate hard as I drive through and up to the compound to park my bike. I need to get off my ride so I can go and talk to Dad and fill him in on what went down. He’s going to be devastated that we’ve lost Ghost, and the two prospects. Not to mention that the one consistent drug line we had coming in has now turned on us. Fuckers!
Cassius and Shogun come running up to my bike and I half smile. Seeing the two Rottweilers cheers me up some. My mother Amelia bought them for my father and me when I was fourteen. Cassius is mine, he’s grown up with me and been here at the club all his life. He serves as a guard dog, but sometimes comes inside and hangs out with my brothers and me. I’ve had him for ten years, so he’s getting on a bit, but I wouldn’t trade him for anything.
I duck walk my ride back into its position and turn off the motor. Taking off my lid, I place it on the handlebars and run my hand through my sweaty hair and exhale taking a moment to just breathe. Leaning down, I pet Cassius on the head as he nuzzles into my leg while Jigsaw pulls in next to me and pulls off his lid. I turn to look at him and shake my head.
“That was intense.”
“Tense is merely past, present and future,” Jigsaw says in his usual riddle, and I raise my eyebrow trying to work out what he means but, as usual, I’m drawing a blank.
He moves off of his Hog as I continue to stare at him and he looks back at me and smiles. “Fun, ja?” he asks smiling brightly and I huff and shake my head. This guy’s such an oddball, it’s no wonder he can do what he does for the club. He didn’t get the name Jigsaw because he’s a mysterious puzzle.
I move off my bike and stretch my muscles, they ache from the stress of being so tense over the last hour and I start the short walk from the compound to the clubhouse. Cassius and Shogun following closely behind. Jigsaw pulls off his leather gloves, and I move my head from side to side trying to release some of the tension from my aching neck.
I pull back the large, heavy black door leading into the clubrooms, and as usual, music is playing The heavy rock beats of ‘Black Dog’ by Led Zeppelin ring through the speakers and the beers are flowing. The club doesn’t know what went down, so it’s business as usual in here. Walking in, Techie is at the long wooden bar that lines the entire wall to the right. Lookout is playing pool with Behemoth at the pool table in the middle of the room and various other club members are sitting at the scattered tables drinking and eating their dinner. They all look up as Jigsaw and I walk in, and they don’t bother to ask how it went because the drug swaps always run smoothly.
Except for tonight.
“Where’s the Prez?” I call out.
Everyone looks up and Lookout gestures with his head to the assembly room. I nod and walk with Jigsaw toward the room where we always have church.
“Hey, where’s Ghost and my prospects?” Lookout asks and I look at him and shake my head. He furrows his brows and stands up taller and it’s only now that I have the full attention of the room.
“What the fuck?” Lookout asks.
“I need to talk to the Prez then we’ll fill you all in. Sorry Lookout looks like you’ll be lookin’ for two new prospects.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” I hear him murmur as I push on the unwieldy wooden doors without knocking and walk into the assembly room to see Dad, who happens to be President of the Satan’s Savages MC Club. Chops, his right-hand man and Dad are lounging back with their feet up on the large wooden table talking and smoking cigars.
“You heard of knocking kid?” Dad asks as he smirks and then looks at the frown on my face. He follows suit as Jigsaw and I walk in closing the doors behind us. “What’s goin’ on? How’d the handover go?”
I exhale and swallow hard. “You’re not gonna like it.”
He leans back taking his feet off the table and sits up straight. “What’s the deal?”
Pulling out a seat, I sit down and Jigsaw follows. “The 5113ers turned Prez. The deal went south. They came in all guns-a-blazin’… They took out the prospects—”
“Fuck!” Dad runs his hand through his long grey beard and places his cigar down in the ashtray on the table. The foul odour of the cigar is making my stomach churn. He looks at me and squints his eyes. “What happened to your cheek?”
I bring my hand up to the scrape and wince as I touch the congealed blood. “Grazed by a bullet.”
He stands up so forcefully his seat falls backward on the floor and he starts to pace the room. “Fuckin’ hell. You nearly had your face blown off, kid!” he says moving over, pulling me up from the seat, and hauling me in for a tight hug. I roll my eyes knowing that the thought of losing another son for Dad is difficult, but he doesn’t need to show his emotions in front of two of our brothers.
“Shit! Prez, ease up,” I say pushing him away from me. “I’m fine. It barely touched me. Plus, I have some bad news.”
He pulls back completely and huffs staring at the graze on my cheek.
“Prez, are you listenin’?”
He finally looks up and nods. “Yes, what it is?”
I exhale and slump my shoulders. “Ghost.”
His eyes open wide and he glares. “What about Ghost?”
Cracking my neck to the side I know this isn’t going to go down well. “He didn’t make it.”
Chops pulls his feet from the desk and stands abruptly as Dad turns away from me, his chest heaving. I place my hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him, but he shrugs out of my grip. I know he’ll be hurting, Ghost was one of his oldest friends. They patched in together, they were Virginia Originals and part of the First 7. They basically brought this club up to what it is today… together. The club doesn’t know how to exist without Ghost.
“Fuuuck,” Dad yells picking up the nearest chair and smashing it against the plasterboard wall. The wood of the chair splinters into tiny pieces, bursting around the room in a frenzy as he repeatedly hits the wood against the wall. The plasterboard begins to crack under the sheer force. All the while he groans and yells in his mad fury as the rest of us stand here watching Dad release his rage. The chair disintegrates until all he’s holding is a stake. His heaving chest is the
only noise echoing through the room.
“Prez.”
“What!” He raises the stake at me like he’s going to smash me with it as I take a step toward him. His chest rising and falling so fast now while he tries to overcome the loss of his friend and brother.
“I’m sorry.” I step up to him, his arms flop to his side with the stake still in his hand. He exhales and snorts throwing the wood to the floor.
“Was it quick at least?” he murmurs.
I nod before he exhales. Pulling out the nearest intact seat and slumping into it, he rests his elbows on the table and his head in his hands. Jigsaw winces and shrugs his shoulders. He doesn’t register high on the emotional scale so he won’t understand all the fuss.
“Send out a hit on the entire 5113 gang. They need to pay for this!”
As much as I initially wanted that for the gang, now with a cooler head, I don’t think that it’s entirely wise. “I don’t think that’s the best plan of action here. Chez, their leader, is dead. They’ll be gunnin’ for us, too. If we go in without a plan of attack, we could all be wiped out. We need to think about this.”
“I think Steel’s right, Prez. We need to not allow our emotions get in the way of this one. Think Mad Dog, don’t get revved up,” Chops says as I look at him and nod subtly. He tilts his head back to me.
“Heighten emotions ride on the soul,” Jigsaw blurts out. We all turn to him and raise our eyebrows. He smiles brightly while I shake my head, turning back to Dad.
“So, we leave it until we have a plan… A solid plan?” I ask and Dad gazes back at me and nods.
“As much as I want to gut all of those fucking cunts like the weak minded ball sacks they are, you’re both right. I need to wait. In the meantime have the doc come to look at you kid. He should be able to fix your face up.”
Chops laughs. “Nothing can fix that face up.”
“Shut up fuck face! I’m gorgeous,” I tease putting on a feminine voice and flopping my hand in a limp way.
He chuckles and I even see a slight smile on Dad’s face. Putting my hand in my pocket, I pull out my phone and dial the number for Dr. Stevie Reynolds, our club doctor. I honestly don’t think my face needs any attention, but I know Dad, and he won’t let it go until I’m looked at.
***
The doc said I was fine, just needed some cleaning and a Band-Aid. He’s gone now, and I’m sitting on the bench seat just after finishing a burger and some fries. I was starving and needed some fat and carbs along with this massive stein of beer I’m guzzling down. I probably should get myself cleaned up from the bad deal gone fucked up. I’m covered in blood, mainly from the 5113er I stabbed with Wesley my Marauder Japanese steel knife. It’s because of Wesley that I got my road name ‘Steel.’ He’s my weapon of choice even though I carry a Glock at all times in my ankle boot.
