Heart Of Steel (Satan's Savages MC #1)

by K E Osborn

  “What the fuck, dude?” Doug asks picking up a tea towel and starting to dry himself.

  “Learn to pour a beer or wear every one you fuck up!” Knucklehead says and I laugh so hard my sides hurt.

  All the guys in the room are chuckling along with me as Knucklehead starts to pour me another beer, one with less head this time around. Techie wanders over and sits down next to me and I wrap my arm around Techie’s shoulders pulling him in for a man hug.

  Techie groans and pushes me off him. “Are you fucking wasted, brother?”

  I laugh. “No, my beer is all over Doug.”

  Techie tilts his head and looks up at the ceiling. Oh God, here we go. “You know at any given time, zero-point-seven percent of the world is drunk. So over fifty million people are drunk right now. So wasting beer on Doug is probably not a bad thing.”

  I laugh and shake my head. “Where do you pull these facts?”

  He scoffs and shrugs. “God Steel, everyone knows that one.”

  I look at Knucklehead and Doug, who are smirking and shaking their heads along with me.

  “Yeah, right, everyone,” I say and Techie grabs my freshly poured beer and starts sculling it back. “Hey!”

  He gulps down the amber liquid I want so badly right now and then wipes the froth from his lips. “I figure if fifty million people are drunk right now, I may as well be one of them too, right?”

  Knucklehead laughs and starts to pour me another stein of beer. I shake my head at Techie and wonder how a guy as nerdy as him can be such a badass at the same time?

  “What did I miss?” a voice chimes from behind me out of nowhere scaring the fuck out of me, and makes Techie spit his beer.

  “What the fuckin’ fuck man? Don’t sneak up on people like that,” Techie says as we turn to see FIM grinning at us like he’s super proud of achieving the impossible on me again.

  I huff. How the fuck does he do that?

  “Sorry, I don’t know how I’m so quiet. Just used to sneaking around when I previously had to do the drug runs,” FIM says and I reach out and punch his arm hard. “Ah, fuck dude.”

  “That’s for spillin’ good beer, too much has gone to waste in the last five minutes.”

  Knucklehead laughs as Doug huffs and tries to pour another beer, he’s doing a slightly better job this time.

  “So Doug and FIM, we have a job for you two comin’ up in a bit.”

  They both look at me and tense their shoulders like they’re shit scared. It surprises me. They’ve been so eager and fit in really well, so their hesitance in doing a job is alarming.

  “Oh yeah? Drug run?” Doug asks still pouring the beer really slowly. The foam starting to increase on the head yet again.

  “No, this is a little more, off book.” They furrow their brows and lean in to me. “Disposal.”

  Their eyes open wide and I think I even see Doug shaking. I furrow my brows at their nerves. I look to FIM and he seems more unnerved than Doug, but still, the nervous tick in his jaw is unsettling.

  “Disposal of what?” Doug asks.

  I look at him as Techie and Knucklehead chuckle. “Use your imagination. What you think it is, it probably is. But if you’re squeamish… don’t look in the box.”

  Doug swallows hard looking at me all wide-eyed as his chest rises and falls quickly. The beer in the stein overflows flooding down all over the floor.

  “Fucking, fuck,” Doug yells turning off the tap and throwing the stein in the sink. He picks up something and starts wiping frantically cleaning like a madman.

  He’s so nervous.

  I look at FIM and he’s breathing fast too but doesn’t seem as frazzled.

  “Can you guys handle this?” I ask.

  FIM nods as he breathes out of his nose harshly. “Yeah brother, we got this. Right, Doug?”

  Doug stands up from the floor still visibly shaking and nods, his face pale as a ghost. Honestly, I don’t think Doug has the nads to be a brother—he might have to go. FIM on the other hand, he might make it to patching. We’ll have to wait and see.

  “Right, well, once Jigsaw is done and gift wrapped the present, it’ll be ready for you to go. The Prez will give you directions to the gift exchange.”

  “Kid!” Dad’s voice booms through the clubhouse.

  “What?” I ask annoyed that he’s talking so loud.

  “I changed my mind on delivering the package. Get Ryder to do it.”

  I chuckle. “Righto.” I look at Doug and slap my hand on FIM’s shoulder. “Well guys, looks like you’re off the hook. Maybe next time.” I shrug and the colour starts to return to Doug’s face as a small smile meets his eyes and I try to hold in my chuckle.

  Yep, Doug won’t make it!

  After laughing at FIM and Doug, I left to go and find Ryder. Walking out to the compound, I see Crash, The Penetrator, Lookout, Behemoth and Ryder standing around by their bikes smoking and chatting amongst themselves. Strolling over, I hear them laughing about something. Ryder’s long blond hair is caught by the wind as he rubs his large beard. For a man that looks scruffy, I’m sure the ladies would love him. Crash, on the other hand, looks like something from a punk rock band with his jet black hair, short on one side and long on the other, his tattoos going all the way up his neck and even two under each eye. He seriously looks like he dropped off the stage of a death metal concert. He’s young, but he’s a good guy even though he looks like he worships the devil. Can’t ride a bike to save his life, though, that’s how he got his road name–Crash, because every time he goes near a bike he destroys it. That’s why he’s always the cager, or in a chase vehicle.

  “Ryder,” I call out as I approach my brothers.

  “Yo!” He looks up at me and the others all turn to watch me approach.

  “The Prez has a disposal for you.”

  He nods and flicks his durry to the ground, blowing out the toxic white smoke. Crash goes to walk off but his shoelace is caught under his other shoe, he stumbles and I open my eyes wide as we all turn to see Crash falling arse over tit into the Hog that’s closest to him. It falls, cascading into the bike next to it causing them all to fall over like a domino effect. The metal screeching against each other as the bikes collide together and then to the ground is not a sound I want to hear again.

  “Fuck!” I yell as Crash rights himself and wobbles on the spot looking at the mess he’s caused, yet again. Guy’s a fucking joke.

  “Oops,” he utters looking back at the four bikers all glaring at him with our fists balled as we stare at our babies sprawled on the ground.

  “You motherfucker stupid dumbass bitch, I’m gonna pound your arse so hard you can’t walk for a month,” Lookout says storming up to Crash, who tenses opening his eyes wide and flinching as Lookout’s fist comes up and connects fiercely with Crash’s nose. A massive clap resonates through the compound as blood squirts straight out of Crash’s nose and right onto Lookout’s face. I smirk as Crash backs off grabbing his nose moaning in pain as Lookout jumps from foot to foot wiping the blood from his face and shirt.

  “Fuckin’ bitchin’ arse bag motherfucker, you done gone and got motherfuckin’ blood on my face and clothes you punk arse bitch. You know I hate blood. Oh fuck, there’s blood. Shit! Fuck! I’m goin’ down fuckers, catch me!” Lookout yells as Behemoth reaches out with one arm grabbing Lookout by the shirt as the burly black man dangles lifelessly from Behemoth’s hand.

  I can’t help but laugh as Crash is still jumping up and down holding onto his nose while Lookout has passed out cold. “Jesus Christ, Crash. Go get someone to call Stevie. Behemoth take Sir Faint-a-Lot inside and wake him up while Ryder, The Penetrator, and I, fix up our rides.”

  They nod. Behemoth flops Lookout over his shoulder and walks off, Crash follows behind him with blood dripping from his fingers covering his nose. I shake my head as I pick up Dad’s bike and then turn to Ryder while The Penetrator continues straightening up the bikes.

  “So the Prez needs you take a package to the
disposal site.”

  Ryder nods and picks up his bike. “I’m on it VP, I’ll take the truck.”

  The Penetrator walks off and he nods at me as I look down at my Hog. Ryder marches off toward the clubhouse and I inspect my bike for any scratches. Luckily there’s nothing I can see that won’t buff out easily. The clicking of heels alerts me, and I glance up to see Lunar heading my way. I lean up against my now stable bike and she moves in wrapping her arms around my waist and cuddles into me. I exhale, wishing it was Willow, but wishing never gets you anywhere. I wrap my arms around Lunar and nuzzle my chin into her hair.

  “Are we going to hang out tonight?” she asks.

  I smile and rest my cheek against the top of her head. “Sure,” I reply, but all I really want to do is drink and spend my time looking at the one picture I have on my phone dreaming about the unattainable.

  “You wanna drink, VP?” she asks and I chuckle and nod.

  “Yeah, let’s go get some grog into us.”

  She pulls away from me and we walk back into the clubhouse and over to lounge suite. I rest back on it and Lunar plonks herself on my lap. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she leans in nibbling my ear.

  “Lunar, can you come here?” Skye calls out. Lunar looks at me for permission and I nod.

  She smiles leaning in kissing me quickly, then hops off my lap and runs over to Skye—what for, I have no idea. But being on my own, I feel more relaxed. I can’t help but think back to last night and how I bailed on Willow, and how I feel torn about that decision. I want to see her again, but I don’t want to drag her into this world. Looking over to the other side of the room, I see The Penetrator being sucked off by Jodi while he’s finger banging Emma. I exhale enjoying the show but shake my head.

  That, right there, is exactly why I can’t bring Willow into this world.

  The clubhouse door opens and Techie walks in letting Cassius run through the door. I smirk as he runs and jumps up on the lounge next to me. He rests his head on my lap and I lean into him giving him a pet on the head. He really is the only thing of Mum I have left. Sure, I could go and see her, she doesn’t live too far away, but she chose to leave us. The club was too much for her, and it means everything to Dad and me, so we chose the club over her. I exhale cuddling into Cassius a little more feeling vulnerable. I hate feeling like this like I’ve made a mistake. I’m Steel, I’m the VP of the fucking Satan’s Savages Virginia chapter and I’m pining over a bitch I met… what once?

  What in the fuckin’ hell is wrong with me?

  Shaking my head, I pull out my mobile and open up the message application and go to Willow’s name. I scroll back to find her pic, and I smile looking at her beautiful face. It simmers my nerves slightly. I wish she were a bit tougher. Just a little more worldly, so she could handle this life. This bitch has really gotten under my skin. I want her. It’s probably because she is so pure. So innocent.

  Yep, the unattainable.

  I gnaw on the inside of my cheek and start to think. It’s Saturday, she wouldn’t be working. She’s probably at home. I stand up abruptly and Cassius looks up at me.

  “Don’t look at me like that boy, I’m not being weird,” I say to him and he slumps his head back down on the lounge with a grunt.

  Making the quickest decision I’ve made in a long time, I take a deep breath and walk out to my Hog. Throwing my leg over, I pull out my phone again and look at the messages from Willow. I search for the one with the address and once I’ve memorised it, I do a quick Google maps search and then don’t hesitate. I start my engine and pull off out of the compound and onto the street.

  I need to see her.

  A glimpse.

  That’s all I need to get me by.

  Riding along the streets of Willow’s suburb, I can’t help but notice this is a beautiful neighbourhood. Pulling onto her street, on one side is a row of houses and on the other is a great big park with lots of greenery. I smile, this will help me with my plight tremendously. Looking at the numbers of the houses and remember hers is number seven. Seeing number one, I turn off my engine and hop off my bike walking it up onto the path and into the park. Feeling a bit like the creeper that I am right now, I subtly steer my bike up behind a bush and park it in front of house number seven. The house is small, more like a villa, and is of sandstone construction with white window frames and a bloody white picket fence. It’s so innocent and perfect looking, I almost cringe. In the front is a big bay window, and there are no curtains or blinds and I can see straight into her lounge room.

  The lights are on, but I can’t see her anywhere. As I peer past the bush, a cracking sound splinters through the silent evening sky, and I duck then realise I’ve stepped on a twig. I mentally slap myself.

  “What are you doin’?” I murmur to myself as I take a deep breath and cautiously look back up to see that no one heard the breaking twig and is aware of my snooping.

  I chew on my bottom lip and contemplate doing a ding dong ditch. But I’m a grown fucking man, and standing in the shadows waiting for her to come into her front room—watching her from afar—is far stealthier than ringing her doorbell and running away like a coward.

  My palms are sweaty as I rub them down my jeans and my heart races fast against my chest. This is all kinds of wrong. But I just want to see her, just one glimpse then I’ll go. I really don’t want to get busted standing in the bushes watching a woman’s house, because a biker doing this and getting caught? Well, I hate to think about those consequences. Plus, I feel kinda stalkerish right now!

  My heart leaps into my throat as she finally walks into the front room wearing only a short dressing robe. Her hair is up in a messy bun with tendrils of gorgeous red hair falling down the sides of her face. She looks simply beautiful. My heart rate picks up its pace and my cock stiffens in my jeans. I take a step forward, stepping out slightly from the bushes to get a closer look.

  She brings her leg up on the coffee table and her robe opens showing me her thigh right up to her hip. A low growl rumbles up through my chest as I rearrange my cock in my pants. A thought springs to mind, and it’s completely stalkerish, but I just have to have a memento of her right now, as she begins to rub some sort of cream into her leg. I quickly grab my phone from my pocket and open the camera. I zoom in to get the best possible picture to capture her perfectly. I press the button, and suddenly the flash goes off.

  “Fuck!” I duck behind the bush as she flicks her head up and looks over my way. I almost fall over onto my bike as I rush like a fucking idiot to get back behind the bush. Willow peers out the window tightening her robe around her, as I duck down nearly knocking my bike over in the process. She leers as if she can see me and then she turns toward the coffee table and picks up her mobile.

  “Shit!”

  She brings the phone to her ear like she’s making a call, and my heart is racing a million miles a minute. I bet she’s calling the heat!

  I glance around me looking for an easy escape route. There’s a bunch of trees lining the path, I could walk my bike that way and she wouldn’t see me leave. I turn back to look at her one last time and suddenly my phone starts ringing.

  “Shit, fuckin’ fuck!” I quickly silence it as I look back toward Willow to see her peering out the window, and I wince as I wonder if I should answer it or not. I look down and it’s Willow—she’s fucking calling me.

  “Crap!” I better answer it.

  “Hey Flame,” I say trying to keep my voice to a soft tone, so she can’t hear me from across the park.

  “Hey, Steel… um, quick question? Are you sitting in a park across from my house hiding in the bushes?”

  Fuck!

  I let out a flustered laugh and duck down further, hiding from her and starting to push my bike away from her house.

  Fuck, I’m an idiot!

  “What? No! Why would you think that?” I ask my voice sounding a little higher pitched than normal.

  “Shit. I wish it was you. There’s some creeper out t
he front of my house. I think he took a picture of me. Crap! Now I’m actually a little scared. I thought it was you.”

  I tense up and mentally slap my forehead. “Shit, okay. Well, if there’s some stalker pervert out the front of your house, you should close your blinds and step away from the window,” I say mainly trying to get her to stop looking out her window so I can make my getaway, but also to help ease her nerves.

  “Steel, can you come over? What if he tries to come in the house?”

  Shit!

  What the fuck am I meant to do now? “Sure. I’m not too far away from your place. Just close the window, lock the doors. Stay inside, and don’t look out the window, okay? Don’t answer the door until you hear my voice. You got me?” I’m trying to sound like I’m angry that some pervert is watching her when all along the fucking pervert is me.

  “Steel, please hurry.”

  “I’ll be there real soon, babe.” I hang up and bash my phone against my forehead in frustration. “Fuckin’ idiot, dickhead, fucker!” I turn back to see her window blinds are now closed, and I can make my escape. I push my bike along the path and out the other side of the park. Shaking my head the entire way thinking to myself I’m the biggest fucking idiot on the face of this planet. Now I have to go and face Willow and comfort her from being stalked by a pervert, and it was me the whole fucking time.

  Shit! I hope she never finds out about this!

  I push my Hog down the side street and when I’m far enough out of sight, I hop on and straddle my bike finally able to kick it into gear. I rev the engine needing a bit of my testosterone back because that’s now scattered all over the God damned park, and I hammer down speeding through the back streets making my way to Willow’s villa.