Stryker's Salvation (A Savage Saints MC Book 3)

by J. Lynn Lombard

  “Sleep Lil’ Bit. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” Stryker kisses me softly and I drift off.

  Sometime later I’m awoken when a deep voice fills the room.

  “What’s going on?” Kayne whisper shouts.

  “Right now? I’m holding my girl while she sleeps.” Stryker responds. His deep voice vibrates my ear resting on his chest.

  “That’s not what I mean and you know it. When are you going to tell her?” Kayne’s voice is louder with each word. He’s pissed about something.

  Stryker’s good arm tightens around me. “She already fucking knows. I’m not sure how, but she does. And now all my secrets are laid out for all of you. My mother was an abusive bitch who used me for her own punching bag. Her boyfriend, who’s now six feet under, used me to run his drugs and my body for his own sick desires. My head is all sorts of fucked up and these voices won’t shut the fuck up. My father is a piece of shit who left me with her and now decides to come back into my life because it’s convenient for him. I have a sister who has suffered as much, if not more than I have. We’ll be one big fucked-up family. But do you know what I’ve learned through all of this?”

  “No,” Kayne answers.

  “I learned we can’t change our past. I learned it doesn’t matter where you came from or what happened to you. I learned all that matters is who’s here now, who makes you a better person. Holly does that for me. She makes me want to be a better man. She keeps the voices away. And I’m going to hold on to that with everything I can.” Stryker’s voice is full of emotion while he talks. “She’s my everything and I will kill anyone who has caused her harm.”

  “Good to hear, brother.” Kayne slaps his legs and I hear him rising from the chair. “Holly, you can wake up now. We got to spring this brooding asshole from here and get shit done.” There’s a hint of laughter in Kayne’s voice. Stryker’s body is vibrating with laughter under my head. Heat rises to my face and I know I’m blushing.

  “Ok.” I squeak out, embarrassment in my voice. I peek an eye open and look up at Stryker. “You knew I was awake?”

  “Of course I did. Come on, get dressed so we can get the fuck out of here.” Stryker slaps my naked ass and a whimper escapes my lips. “You like that Lil’ Bit?”

  My cheeks redden and I bite my lip. Stryker releases a growl from the back of his throat. His lips descend upon mine and I open for him. My body thrumming with desire again. A knock on the door causes me to jump.

  “Come on fucker. There will be time for that later. Club business.” Kayne shouts through the door. A groan passes Stryker’s lips.

  “We will pick this up later.” He mumbles against my lips.

  “Ok.” I slide off the bed and pick up my clothes. I slip my panties and shorts on. Before I can slide my tank top over my head, Stryker’s hands wrap around my waist, palming my heavy breasts. He pinches my nipple until it’s at a stiff peak. “Stop, Stryker. We have to go.” I push his hand away and turn to face him. His cock is hard as steel, resting on his lower abs, begging for attention. I lick my lips and Stryker releases a low growl.

  A loud bang on the door has me snapping out of my lust-filled haze. “Last warning. If you’re not out here in five, I’ll be coming in. And I know you don’t want the guys to see Holly’s body.” Kayne’s cold voice filters through the door.

  “Fine, Prez. We’re coming.” Stryker groans and runs his good hand thru his hair.

  “That’s what she said.” Rings through the door along with a loud slap. “Ouch, Princess. Put that away.”

  “Rooster, I swear to all that’s holy. If you say one word to my girl in there, I’m going to sew your ass shut and feed you all sort of laxatives.” Laughter rings through the hallway and now I know every member of the Savage Saints MC is out there waiting for us.

  My cheeks heat with embarrassment again. “Love the blush on you, Lil’ Bit. But now’s not the time to be embarrassed. They all know you’re mine and I belong to you. Every one of those guys out there will lay down their life for you. Just like I will. Now, can you get me my clothes?” Stryker struggles up from the bed, standing in all his naked, tattoo glory. I dart my tongue out to wet my dry lips. A shudder runs through his body, lust raging from Stryker’s eyes, penetrating deep into my soul.

  “That’s it. I’m coming in.” Kayne shouts through the door. I throw my tank top on in jerky motions and panic when the door handle wiggles. Stryker laughs and sits on the edge of the bed while I search the room for his clothes. I spot them piled in the corner and throw his jeans at him. The door widens and Kayne is standing there with a smirk on his face. Blayde is right behind him laughing as I launch Stryker’s t-shirt across the room. It hits him with a smack in the face and he laughs.

  “You’re such an asshole,” I glare at Stryker while he struggles to put his jeans on with one arm. Releasing a deep huff, I stalk across the room to help him.

  “But I’m your asshole.” He says tenderly, running a finger down my face into the curve of my breast. My breath hitches from the fire burning through my veins.

  “Yeah, but you’re still an asshole,” I mumble under my breath.

  Once he’s dressed, I help him up, balancing most of his weight on my shoulders.

  “Here, let me help,” Blayde offers. I push his hands away.

  “I got this.” I brush off his help and move with Stryker to the door.

  “Feisty now, are we?” Blayde laughs followed by a harsh grunt. I look and see Siren rubbing her elbow, giving me a wink. I smile in return and help Stryker down the stairs.

  After a slow ride in the van back to the Clubhouse, Stryker is sweating profusely, but he refuses to lay down. I don’t know how he’s going to make this run with Cahal with the condition he’s in. The two of us are sitting on the couch, his head is in my lap and I’m running my fingers through his dark blonde hair.

  “Holly? We need you for a moment.” Poison approaches me with concern on her face. Siren is right behind her.

  “What’s wrong?” Dread fills my stomach and I feel like I will be sick.

  “Nothing, but there’s unfinished business we need to attend too.” The expression that crosses Poison’s face sends a shiver down my spine. She’s out for blood and I thank God I’m not on the receiving end of her rage.

  I stand up and give Stryker a quick kiss on his sweaty forehead. “Rest and I’ll be back.”

  “Do you need me to go with you?” He asks against my lips.

  I shake my head, “No. This is something I have to do on my own.”

  “I’m here if you need me.” The look in his icy blue eyes tells me everything I need to know. He gets it. He understands why I have to do this.

  For me.

  For who I am.

  For who I want to become.

  Chapter 14

  Rooster

  Pacing back and forth in my communications room, I’m lost in thought about the news Alyssa dropped on me at Docs. Why? Why did this happen? How can I fix it?

  Can it even be fixed? Does she want my help or my support? Has she even told Poison? Oh shit. What’s Poison going to do when she finds out? She’s going to have my balls sitting in a jar on her dresser. Better yet, she will chop off my dick then shove it down my throat for this. That woman scares the holy hell out of me and I know once Alyssa tells her what’s going on, she’s going to de-man me and enjoy every minute.

  A shudder passes through my spine at the thought and I adjust my junk in my jeans, making sure it’s still there. Yup. Hasn’t gone anywhere yet.

  “Rooster?” Alyssa’s sweet, seductive voice fills my head, breaking through my thoughts.

  I turn around and take in her appearance. Her long hair is pulled up in a messy bun, giving me a glimpse of her soft succulent neck, I enjoy running my tongue across. The curve of her breasts in the tight shirt she’s wearing is straining my resolve. Her hardened nipples poking through the material has my cock straining against the zipper of my jeans. My eyes automatically trail even
further down her body and stop at the sacred V. My favorite place to be. My mouth waters thinking about her sweet flavor on my tongue.

  My eyes must portray what I’m feeling because Alyssa comes into the room and closes the door behind her. The click of the lock is like a gunshot in my lust-filled mind. I snap out of the trance she’s put me under and turn my back to her. I sit down in my chair and look at the screens in front of me. I couldn’t tell you what they showed or what I was typing because everything is a blur. The smell of her perfume lingers in the air, choking me with want and desire.

  “You need to leave.” My voice is catching in my throat and I clear it. “Leave. You’ve already done enough damage.”

  “You don’t mean that.” There’s a slight tremble in Alyssa’s voice.

  “I do. You’ve put me in a position I never wanted to be in. Then you drop this bomb on me. What do you expect, Alyssa?” I’m furious right now. I’m mad at her. I’m pissed the fuck off at me. I keep falling for these women who have the ability to break me. To rip my heart into tiny little pieces. That’s why I’d rather fuck ‘em and then kick them out. So they can’t do what she’s done.

  “Fine.” Her voice turns to steel. “If that’s the way you want to play this, then so be it. I’m out!”

  “Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out,” I grumble pulling up some work I have to do. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have Club business I need to attend to. Not some school girl infatuation you have over me.”

  Alyssa growls and something goes sailing by my head and hits the wall with a hard thud. “Take that asshole.”

  “Would’ve made more of an impact if you could actually hit me.” As soon as the words leave my mouth something solid smacks the side of my head. Blood trickles down my ear and I raise up from the chair I’m sitting in. I slowly turn, my gaze menacing. I wipe the blood from the side of my head and look at Alyssa. Her eyes are wide with fear. My voice comes out low and detached. “Appears you’ve forgotten who you’re dealing with. I suggest you walk out of here before I go back on the words to my mother on her death bed. I will tear you limb from fucking limb if you ever come near me again.”

  I turn my back on her one last time. Rage and fury are thrumming through my veins and if she doesn’t leave I won’t be able to stop myself. She just sealed her fate with me.

  The door unlocks and Alyssa slips out. I release the breath I’ve been holding with a whoosh. I grab a towel and hold it to my aching head, stopping the bleeding. That woman will be the death of me. I swear with everything I have, if she doesn’t do what she said, I’m going to die. I will combust with sexual frustration because even after her hitting me with whatever it was, I still fucking want her. I want to fuck the spark right out of her. My dick has never been this hard before. I wish Kayne didn’t make the patch whores leave because I’d find myself a willing body to sink into right this minute. Instead, I’m forced to take matters into my own hands.

  I make sure no one is in here. I unbuckle my belt, yank my zipper down and free my aching cock. The relief is instant the moment my palm wraps around my length. I yank and pull, closing my eyes. Images of a beautiful green-eyed woman invade my head as I pump my fist faster and harder. I imagine it’s her plump, red lips wrapped around my cock, sucking it with everything she has. My spine tingles and my toes curl. A deep groan vibrates up my throat as I shoot my hot load all over my hand and desk. Once I stop spurting, I sink back into my chair and take a deep breath. My hand is sticky and hot. Maybe if I didn’t lose my temper Alyssa would’ve gotten on her knees and sucked me off. Then I wouldn’t have the mess I need to clean up.

  I grab the towel I used to stop the blood flow and quickly clean up my mess. My limbs are relaxed and now I can get to work. My mind isn’t settled but it’s enough for me to do my job. I open a file I have on Kingston and check the most recent transactions. Then I check the wiretaps, putting on a pair of headphones.

  “Kingston, what the hell is going on?” One of his men is asking.

  “I don’t know, Raphe. But whatever it is has Savage Saints written all over it. I want them finished in this town.” The hate and venom in Kingston’s words have the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end

  “You got it, boss.” Raphe answers.

  “And Raphe?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Kayne and that little bitch of his is mine. I want those two left alive. Get rid of the rest. Call me when you’re done.” Kingston hangs up and the line goes dead. I check the time stamps. I recorded this around the time Stryker was in surgery, so I know for a fact Kingston did not shoot at Stryker. Kayne didn’t think it was either, but he wanted me to double check.

  Next, I pull up the camera images from The Diner. Hacking into the city’s camera feed is dangerous and if I don’t do it correctly, the detectives will be knocking on our Clubhouse door. As it is now, they’re chasing their asses trying to find me. But they never will. I watch the feed as the gray car pulls up after Stryker, Ace, and Duke pull in. They sit until Blayde and Siren exit the restaurant. Once they’re close enough, the men from the car open fire. The first bullet barely missed Siren’s head and lodged into the car behind them. I erase the security feeds and wipe any trace I’ve been inside the cities feed.

  This tells me she was their intended target. Now to discover why. Only one man survived the car wreck and after Kayne and Blayde are done with him, he will sing like a fucking canary.

  Chapter 15

  Stryker

  Pain stabs through my left shoulder but I push myself off the couch. I can’t just sit around and do nothing. My girl and the Club needs me. I’m their enforcer. The man who serves justice swiftly with no remorse. A cold-blooded killer. It’s apparently in my DNA if the rumors about my father, Reaper, are anything to go by. I’ve heard the stories of him when I joined Savage Saints. He’s the stuff nightmares are made of and I’m following in his footsteps unintentionally. Like father, like son.

  I open the door to my bedroom and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. Something isn’t right in here. A faint smell of vanilla invades my senses. I look around and can’t figure out what it is, but something’s out of place. Something is wrong. Really, really wrong.

  I close the door and lean against it, releasing a deep breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Movement from my closet catches my attention. I push off the door, stifling a grunt of pain, making my way quietly towards the closet door. I pull my gun out of my cut and hold it in front of me. Yanking it open with such force, it bounces off the wall with a hard smack. Alyssa is sitting on the floor with her arms wrapped around her knees, rocking back and forth. She looks up at me with tears in her eyes.

  “Alyssa? What the fuck are you doing in here.” I half-whisper, half shout. “I could’ve shot you and trust me, it hurts like a son of a bitch.”

  She doesn’t answer, just continues to rock back and forth. Staring through me. I step back from the door, turning to get Poison when I feel a sharp pinch in the back of my neck. My limbs grow heavy. My eyes can barely stay open. I fall to the floor on my bad shoulder with a thud.

  “Motherfucker,” I growl through clenched teeth. Pain shots up my arm and stickiness coats my bandage.

  Heavy boots come into my vision and nudge me with their toe. “He’s almost out. Should be a matter of a few moments before this piece of shit is unconscious.” A deep gravelly voice penetrates around the room. It sounds familiar but I can’t place where.

  Someone kneels down next to me and a pair of blue jeans follow the boots. I can’t lift my head and see who it is. “You don’t know who I am, but you took something from me that I want back. Sleep now, Bobby.”

  There’s only a select few who know my real name. My mind is racing a million miles an hour trying to figure out who it is. I can’t fight consciousness any longer and my eyes flutter closed. Darkness surrounds me when I finally give in.

  Chapter 16

  Holly

  Silently, I follow Po
ison and Siren out of the Clubhouse and toward the garage. Night has fallen and the moon casts an eerie glow across the driveway. Something feels off but I can’t figure out what it is. Poison pauses at the door before entering. She turns toward me.

  “What we’re about to do will give you the justice you deserve. Candy’s inside and tied up. She’s the one who started all of this. She’s the one who drugged you and who’s been tormenting you this whole time. You will have a choice to not finish this, but I would suggest you do. This is a part of The Savage Saints you haven’t seen yet.” Poison stares off into the distance remembering something in her past. She shakes her head and stares right at me. “I know you’re a sweet soul, but this woman in here, awaiting her fate, is the reason you’ve been sick. She’s the reason Sledge found you. Tap into that. Tap into all the bad shit she’s done to you and use it to make her suffer.”

  My heart is pounding hard against my chest and my palms are sweaty. “I don’t know if I can do this, Poison. What if I can’t go through with it? What will you think of me then?”

  Poison settles her arm around my shoulders, pulling me into a hug. “It doesn’t matter if you can or not. You will always be a part of us, but if you don’t,” she pulls away looking at me in the eyes. “You will always be afraid. Afraid of your own shadow. Afraid of every bump you hear, wondering if she’s coming back for you.”

  Siren steps up to us and she rubs her hand along my back. “I know how you’re feeling, Holly. I was the same way. I’m going to tell you something.”

  I look at Siren and there are tears in her eyes. “What?” I ask swallowing hard.

  “Before I came here and took care of Drex, I jumped at every shadow, every sound. I didn’t find peace within myself or take back my power until he died. That man raped me every night for several years. Not even Poison knew. I know about keeping secrets. I know about being afraid. I know about taking back my power. You need this. And it starts with that woman in there.” She points to the garage. I follow her finger and nod my head.