The Satan's Savages Series Box Set

by K E Osborn

  Me: I’m proud of the effort you guys are making. How’s Doug going?

  FIM: He’s in his element. He loves long rides, feeling free, being in the wind and feeling like he’s actually a part of something is really making him feel good.

  I smile. Good. Hopefully, this will help Doug fit in.

  Me: Well have a safe journey back, there’s no rush. Keep the shiny side up.

  I hit send and smile as I wished FIM a safe journey by text message. Techie nudges into my shoulder, so I turn to look at him. And as I face him, he slaps me across the face with a piece of bacon. The grease slides along my face and I wrinkle my nose up as the guys all laugh.

  “Great, thanks, bro.” Picking up a napkin, I wipe the greasy fat from my beard.

  “Stop texting your Flame at the table. It’s rude.”

  I scoff and punch his arm. “For your information you prick, it was Bullet. FIM and Doug made it to Bendigo.”

  “Sure, sure! You know I can hack your phone and find out who you were really texting, right?” Techie states and I furrow my brows and purse my lips.

  “Bullshit.”

  He nods. “No, I am really that good.”

  Jigsaw laughs as I bring my phone up and show Techie the message from Bullet and he sighs slumping his body.

  “Well, that’s fucking boring. I was hoping you were sexting, I need a little excitement in here, there’s too much testosterone.”

  I look around the clubroom, all the Aldinga guys are laughing and joking, so I nod. It’s been nice having them, but I like our small intimate clubhouse. Well, no, the clubhouse isn’t small, it’s massive. But we don’t have a huge amount of members, so being over-crowded like this isn’t something we’re used to.

  Gator stands up abruptly, his chair scrapes back on the concrete floor loudly over the sounds of the music playing. Everyone looks up at him as he stretches his hands out in front of him cracking his knuckles. “Right boys, we’ve invaded this turf long enough. It’s time to head home,” Gator announces. I must admit a wave of relief floods through me. I love Gator and his brothers. If I needed to go to another chapter it would be Aldinga, but this many bikers in one place is too many and I want my club back.

  Everyone follows suit and stands up escorting the Aldinga brothers out of our clubrooms. The laughter and general comradery echo through the room as I grab Techie and we walk out to the compound flanked by our brothers.

  Gator steps over to me and I pull him into a man hug slapping his back hard. “Thanks for the hospitality, brother. If you ever need anything, anything at all, you know where I am.”

  Pulling back, I smile. “Thanks, Gator. Only too happy to help. You guys sure you’re okay to head back?”

  He nods. “Gadget’s got a whole new security system set up, the place is impenetrable. I’ll go straight into talks with the Prez from the Riot Brothers. It seems killing Snake was their aim, I doubt they’ll be back, and I’m not out for vengeance. I don’t need a-fucking-nother battle and I know when a war can’t be won.”

  Nodding, I simply huff and fold my arms over my chest. I know exactly what he means. Sometimes you just can’t win, no matter how much you want to fight back.

  The squealing of the giant gate grates my ears as Gatekeeper pulls it open. The roar of the bike engines thunder across the expanse of the compound as Gator nods and hops on his Hog. Everyone is saying their goodbyes when a familiar car pulls in through the gates. Everyone looks at the vivid yellow Toyota Yaris Ascent and I freeze on the spot as it drives in through the gates and into a park. All the guys whistle as I rush over to Willow’s car shaking my head. I had no idea she was coming here—now of all times when there are so many brothers around—I just hope no one causes any problems.

  She steps out of the car looking sensational in tight as fuck yoga pants and an equally as tight top showing off all her curves. Her flaming red hair hanging beautifully over her shoulders with her retro sunnies on her face, she looks fantastic. My cock twitches instantly, and I can’t help but notice all the wolf-whistling and cheering going on from behind me. The muted slam of her car door jolts my heart back into action at the sight of seeing her. She literally takes my breath away. But as she looks around the compound noticing the extensive amount of brothers, she bites her bottom lip and sinks further into herself. She’s going all shy and I don’t blame her, these guys are cat-calling and probably making her feel like no more than a cheap piece of slutty garbage.

  I need to do something to show them she isn’t a club whore and to prove to her that I won’t let them walk all over her. Stepping up, I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her to me. She squeals slightly at the force I’m using and I smirk while leaning in and kissing her passionately, in front of everyone letting them know she’s mine.

  A raucous eruption of cheering and whistling echoes through the compound as Willow kisses me back, but hesitantly. She doesn’t understand what’s going on. But that’s okay, as long as Willow doesn’t pull away it’ll be fine. I plunge my tongue into her mouth and she relaxes slightly kissing me back and wrapping her hands around my neck pulling me to her.

  Bingo!

  Eventually, the jeering turns to laughter. I slowly ease the kiss as my cock is becoming hard and I don’t want a full raging hard-on in front of these guys. Pulling back, I look at her and her cheeks are shining bright red. She’s embarrassed and it makes me smile.

  “Hi,” I whisper.

  “Hey.” She pulls back. I leave my arm wrapped around her shoulders letting my brothers know not to touch her.

  Staring at Gator, who’s grinning at me widely, I give him the two finger salute as I turn and begin walking with Willow toward the clubhouse. “See you later, Gator,” I say. He revs his bike and pulls out of the compound.

  Willow starts to giggle as we enter the clubhouse, and I look down at her raising an eyebrow. “And why are you gigglin’, Miss Willow? There was just a big bunch of burly bikers perving on you, and you’re gigglin’?”

  She giggles harder. It’s so fucking adorable. “Well, it’s just… you were being very macho in front of them staking your claim on me.”

  “I needed to! The brothers can make a claim on any girl who enters the compound, I had to let them know you’re fuckin’ mine, babe.”

  Her smile falters slightly and she bites her bottom lip. “Would any of them actually hurt me given the chance?”

  I frown and shake my head pulling her to me tightly as we walk through the door and into the clubroom. “None of them will while I’m here, babe. You belong to me and they know that.”

  She swallows hard and exhales. “But what if you’re not around? How will I protect myself?”

  She’s right. If for some reason she’s alone in the club and I’m not around anything could happen to her. I need to show her how to protect herself. Smiling brightly, I grab her hand and pull her along with me. “Come with me, I have an idea.”

  She laughs at my enthusiasm and rushes along behind me as I drag her to the gym. Walking through to the expansive room I let go of her hand leaving her standing there as I step over to the mats and grab two.

  She raises her eyebrows and giggles watching me with her arms folded across her chest like an errant child. “Um… what are you doing?”

  I chuckle and pull out Wesley, her eyes open wide and she steps back slightly. I roll my eyes and shake my head lowering it. “Relax, babe.” I place Wesley on the bench. “I’m trained in martial arts, and I’m gonna show you a few self-defence moves.”

  She looks down at her tight clothing and chews on her lip. “I’m not really wearing the right clothes for this Steel.”

  Chuckling, I pull off my cut and shirt placing them on the bench. “You’ll be right!” She looks at my chest and abs chewing on her bottom lip and clenching her thighs together.

  I wave her over. “Come at me.”

  Her angelic laugh filters through the room as she shakes her head. I scoff and slump my body. “Okay, I’ll come at you then
.” My heavy feet pound the floor as I charge toward her. She flinches putting her hands up in front of her face as she cowers behind them. Laughing, I slap her hands away from her face and she frowns while I shake my head.

  “That’s not gonna protect you from anythin’! Now when I come at you, bring your knee up in between us as a block or straight into my cock, and your palm up into my nose. Don’t actually do it, just pretend,” I specify because I don’t feel like having bruised balls and a broken nose today.

  I race forward and she raises her knee blocking me and brings her palm up toward my nose.

  “Good, that will disable your attacker. Then you pull their shoulders down and bring your knee up so their face goes into your knee.”

  “Like this?” she asks then pulls on my shoulders and brings her knee up so fast it nearly collides perfectly with my nose. I flinch up—luckily she isn’t holding on firmly—so I can reflect back and then I chuckle.

  “Yes, exactly like that. You’re a fast learner.”

  “Can you teach me how to throw someone?” She moves her weight from foot to foot like she’s excited. I chuckle and nod, and proceed to show her how to flip someone.

  Throwing her gently to the floor, I then ask her to flip me. I purposely don’t budge, even by using all her weight and might. She’s straining and moaning and finally I lift my feet from the ground and let her flip me. But I grab and pull her down with me so we roll over together, her gorgeous body against mine makes me want to stay in this moment forever as I pin her to the floor beneath me.

  We both crack up laughing as she looks into my eyes, hers sparkle with a bright intensity that I haven’t seen before. She’s happy, truly happy, and I’ve made her this way.

  My blood is pumping through my veins from the workout, and the sound of it thumping in my ears along with the beat of my heart is enhanced, when I lean down and brush my nose along hers. She smells of flowers and strawberries and my need to kiss her is ravenous. So I do so, with everything I have.

  WILLOW’S POV

  Who knew rolling around on the floor after learning self-defence could be so intoxicating. Steel moves us over again, so I’m on top as our tongues frolic together in a beautiful rhythm that I love so much. Kissing him is effortless. I even love that his beard tickles my skin as I make out with him. He grinds his hips up into me as I straddle him. It’s awesome that he knows martial arts. He’s a man of many talents and I’m extremely happy that one of them is kissing so well.

  “Ahem.” The clearing throat echoes through the room disturbing us. Pulling back from kissing Steel, I look up to see a giant of a man looking down on us. He must be nearly seven foot tall, he has muscles on muscles and is more than a little intimidating. I gulp and scurry off Steel as he chuckles and sits up next to me.

  “Behemoth, crappy timin’ brother,” Steel says. I smile at his name for the giant. It actually suits him.

  “I’m really sorry Steel and Willow. I apologise for interrupting. I don’t mean to bother you at all.”

  I’m shocked that someone so huge and scary looking talks so softly and so… um… nicely. Nothing like the other bikers here.

  Steel stands up and puts his hand out to help me up. I grab it and he lifts me up with ease. “No worries, brother.”

  Behemoth looks down at me as I glance up at him and he smiles kindly. “You’re beautiful, quite the stunning beauty. I can see why Steel is taken with you.”

  I bite my bottom lip and giggle slightly. He’s so well spoken and quiet. I’m really surprised. His mighty stature makes him look big and scary, but in actuality, he’s a big squishy teddy bear. I like him instantly.

  “Thank you,” I murmur almost a little shy around his charms.

  Steel chuckles and shakes his head. “Okay, stop seducin’ my woman, Behemoth.”

  He smiles and tilts his head, his cheeks flaming bright red like he’s embarrassed. It’s the cutest thing ever. “I swear, I wasn’t trying to Steel—”

  “No, I know brother. I’m just teasin’.” Steel slaps his shoulder at a height that’s above Steel’s head.

  He nods and smiles. “The Prez is looking for you. He needs you to make a decision on another shipment supply run. Should only take five minutes or so.”

  Steel winces looking back at me and then back to Behemoth. He rubs the back of his neck looking around the room seeming like he’s torn.

  “Go! Seriously go, and sort it out. I’ll stay here and practice my new moves.”

  He smiles and leans in kissing my lips softly. “Okay, but don’t leave this room. I won’t be long, I promise.”

  I nod and he grabs the back of my head forcefully bringing my forehead to his lips. He kisses me and then turns grabbing his shirt and cut and marches out with Behemoth. I chuckle and take a deep breath. Looking around the gym, I realise how alone I am in a biker clubhouse. Swallowing hard, I wrap my arms around myself tight and look around the area. It’s a large room with a wooden floor like a gymnasium. There’s an area with boxing bags over to one side. Another area to the left with treadmills and other exercise equipment. There’s even a makeshift boxing ring in the corner, not to mention the vending machine.

  I smirk and walk over to the machine to see it full of protein shakes and bars. I chuckle to myself thinking about most of the bikers in the clubhouse. They’re all pretty fit. Except for the older men, they’re not quite as ab-tastic.

  The squeal of the metal doors opening alerts me to someone coming into the gym. I smile and turn thinking Steel must be back already.

  “You were quick,” I say with a gasp when I notice the old guy with the mutton chops that I saw getting head that last time I was here, and a younger man with black hair and a handlebar moustache I haven’t seen before, staring at me with their eyes practically glowing with delight.

  My entire body tenses as an evil grin passes over their faces.

  I don’t like this.

  I don’t like this at all!

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  They saunter in and close the door behind them practically trapping me in here. My breathing becomes short and shallow as my heart begins to race a million miles a second. I look around the room wondering what to do. As I take a step back they step toward me, still with heinous grins on their faces.

  Deciding straight away I should try to put them off whatever it is they’re thinking in their twisted, fucked-up brains I state, “I’m here waiting for Steel. He’ll be back any minute.”

  The guy with the mutton chops smirks and looks at the younger dude as they continue to pace toward me throwing his towel over his shoulder.

  “So you’re the new girl? What gives you the right to be in our house alone like this, hey?” He frowns as he spits out the words.

  “I… um… I’m just waiting for Steel. Sorry, I didn’t catch your names?” I figure I should get their names, in case I need to tell Steel, who is scaring me if they leave.

  They chuckle as they both step up closer, so close I can smell their foul body odour and alcohol breath from here.

  “Chops, and this here’s The Penetrator.”

  Taking in a sharp intake of air, my heart races frantically. “You call yourself… The Penetrator?” I ask barely a whisper.

  He grins salaciously. “That or Dickinit.”

  Unconsciously, I take another step back wrinkling my forehead as they both smirk and match me, step for step. My back meets the vending machine and I tense up as the men stand right in front of me blocking any escape. My chest is tight with fear. I don’t know whether to scream or start putting my training from moments ago into practice, but I don’t want to piss off Steel by hurting his brothers. Chops brings his hand up and his finger grazes my cheek and I close my eyes flinching away, my bottom lip trembles as the rest of my body shakes along with it.

  “Fuck, your lips are so red against your white skin, they look like blood. I’m a sucker for blood. It turns me on. How about you, Penetrator?” Chops asks and my eyes start to moisten even thoug
h they’re closed. Silently, in my mind, I’m screaming out for Steel.

  “Get your fuckin’ hands off her and back the fuck off right now, or I won’t be responsible for the damage Wesley inflicts on you both,” Steel’s deep harsh and clipped tone echoes loudly through the gym causing my body to immediately sag against the vending machine. My nerve endings prickling at the sound of his voice forcing all my hairs stand on end and goosebumps to run all over my skin.

  Thank God!

  “Aww, we were just having a little fun teasing your bitch Steel. No need to get your knickers in a twist,” The Penetrator states as he and Chops move away which gives me enough room to step aside and run past them to Steel. He opens his arms and I collapse into them. He holds me tightly running his hands along my arms and looks down in my eyes furrowing his brows. I nod letting him know I’m okay, then he glares at Chops and The Penetrator shaking his head. It’s only now I notice he has his knife pointed at them.

  “If you arseholes ever, and I mean ever scare her again… on purpose or by accident… I will slice off your cocks and make you eat them. Don’t think I won’t.”

  Chops throws his hands in the air and huffs. “Calm down princess. Like I said we were only having some fun—”

  “Well, have fun with club girls, not my girl!”

  I look up at him and half-smile at the fact he’s calling me his girl. I like that. And I like he’s protecting me from these bastards.

  “Your girl? You an Old Lady now?” Chops asks looking right at me.

  I swallow hard and look up at Steel creasing my eyebrows.

  He huffs and glares at Chops. “Shut the fuck up. You don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

  “Don’t I? You can’t put a claim on her unless you stamp her as an Old Lady. Is that what you’re doing here Steel? ‘Cause if not, this little red-head here is fair game.” Chops steps up placing some hair behind my ear and Steel pushes him away from me.