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

by K E Osborn

  She smiles and it sets my heart hammering. “I think that’s very noble of you, Dylan.”

  “You know I haven’t heard anyone call me Dylan for a long time. Really only my dad and my mother.”

  She bites her bottom lip. “Sorry, would you prefer me to call you Steel?”

  I smile and bring my hand up to caress her cheek. “When it’s just us, I’d love for you to call me Dylan.”

  She smiles brightly and nods. “Well Dylan, I can forgive you for Tyrell, and I understand how it happened and why. I just don’t want it to happen again. But this is a trial, okay? I don’t function without you, but I also can’t condone a life being a partner to a guy that kills for fun.”

  My chest tightens. “You’re sayin’ you’ll be my girl again?”

  She smiles biting her bottom lip and nods. I laugh feeling a jolt of ecstasy run right through me as I lean forward and pick her up into my arms. “I’ll do everythin’ better this time around. I promise you that Willow.”

  She giggles and holds me back. “You only get one more shot. So make it count.”

  I pull back looking in her eyes. “I will make this work, Willow.” I don’t wait for her to answer before my lips are forced to hers claiming what should have always been mine.

  Steel stayed over last night and we made love for the first time. It wasn’t rough and fast, it wasn’t hard and dominant. It was gentle, and I loved it. He showed his softer side and it proved he really is willing to lay everything on the line for me. He wants us to work, and even though we have issues and this is a new relationship, I think he’s worth the fight.

  He went back to the clubhouse this morning. He said he didn’t want to crowd me too soon by smothering me. He knows I want to take things slow. I didn’t mind him staying, but he was adamant to allow me some time to think things over. He wants me to get my head around us being back together, and all the things that come with that. He wanted to come back over tonight, and it’s funny because I’m actually missing him more than I thought I would. So I’m heading to the clubhouse to surprise him instead. I hope he’s okay with that. I want to show him, I’m okay with going a little faster than at a snail’s pace. Needing to go back to how we were before I broke it off, I want to see him as often as possible, and even though I only saw him three hours ago another fix is needed.

  Now I sound like the whipped one. I think maybe I am. There’s something about Steel that makes me want to be near him all the time. Even when we’re apart, all I wanted was for him to show up on my doorstep. And when he finally did, I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming again. I’m just so glad he finally found the courage to see me and explain everything. It still doesn’t sit right with me about what happened, but I can’t be apart from him because it hurts too much.

  Pulling up to the gates I look through the windscreen up to Gatekeeper and he smiles down at me and waves opening the gate. It creaks and moans as it shudders open. “Great to have you back, Flame.”

  I stick my hand out the window to wave at him. “It’s great to be back.”

  He seems like a nice guy. Shame he’s stuck outside on gate duty all the time, though.

  Parking my car, I climb out to the happy greeting from Cassius and Shogun. “Hi boys,” I say petting them each in turn. It’s nice to know they haven’t forgotten me. Walking with a spring in my step, I look to my right to see Ryder and Jigsaw smoking in the compound. They smile and wave as I skip my way through to the giant black door. It’s so heavy and I struggle to pull it open as it scrapes and grinds with its weight as I pull. I manage to get it open and walk inside the relatively empty clubroom. Looking around, I see the young guy behind the bar, Knucklehead I think I remember someone calling him. I make my way over to him and sit down at the bar, he smiles at me and looks me up and down.

  “You’re Steel’s girl?” he asks and I smile and nod.

  “Sure am, do you know where he is?”

  He tilts his head toward the gym. “He’s just finishing up in there with Techie, they’ve just ordered lunch. It should be out soon. You want something, too?” he asks.

  “Sure, I’ll just have whatever Steel’s having.”

  He nods and picks up a red phone on the wall. “Yo, Boiler, can you make up another bloody burger. Yeah, same as the VP.”

  I open my eyes wide at the name as he hangs up the phone. “Bloody burger?”

  He smirks. “Extra sauce, love. Nothing to be scared about.”

  Relaxing my tense muscles, I nod smiling at my own idiocy. Of course, it’s only something like extra sauce or a rare burger patty, not actual blood. God, I can be a real idiot sometimes.

  “Thanks, Knucklehead. Hey, question. Why do they call you knucklehead?”

  He smiles and throws the tea towel over his shoulder. “‘Cause of my bike. It’s an old classic Harley Davidson with the Knucklehead engine, which was distinctive because of the shape of the rocker boxes. The engine is a two cylinder, forty-five degree, pushrod actuated overhead valve V-twin engine. It was the third type of V-twin engine for Harley, which replaced the Flathead VL model in nineteen thirty-six. It’s great and classic bike, as it was manufactured until nineteen forty-seven. So an oldie but a goodie.”

  I open my eyes wide not understanding a single word he’s just said, but the enthusiasm behind his words was definitely there. Whatever he was talking about, he certainly is very excited about it.

  “Oh, cool,” I say not knowing how else to respond to any of that.

  He chuckles and starts to wipe down the countertop. “You have no idea what I just said, right?”

  I chew on my bottom lip and raise my eyebrow. Busted. “Umm… no.”

  He laughs and shakes his head and hands me a glass of what I’m assuming is Coke. I smile and take a sip as the bubbles pop against my lips while I drink the refreshing cola.

  “Sorry, I tend to get excited about my bike. Anyway, Steel should be back any second, feel free to wait here. I’ll just be cleaning the glasses. Any requests on the stereo?” he asks and I smile and listen as some song is being sung in another language.

  “What is this song?”

  He smiles. “It’s ‘Du Hast’ by Rammstein. They’re a German Neue Deutsche Härte band.”

  I raise an eyebrow. “I don’t know what that means… Got any Bieber?” I tease. Knucklehead opens his eyes wide and frowns, reflecting back almost as if I’ve thrown holy water at the devil while I chuckle to myself. “Kidding… this is fine.”

  He flares his nostrils and shakes his head. “Wow, Flame! Don’t go saying stuff like that around here, being a Belieber will likely get you shot in this joint.”

  I burst out laughing as the phone on the wall rings and he winks at me turning to pick it up. He starts a conversation, and I don’t want to listen in so I swivel on the stool and turn looking out into the clubroom. There're a couple of bikers in the corner keeping to themselves, then I notice Chops sitting in another corner leering right at me. His brows are so creased they’re practically one, and he’s glaring at me so sternly I feel awkward looking at him. I turn back to the bar hoping like hell he doesn’t come over. But I can still feel his penetrating death glare digging into my back. Glancing over to the gym, I hope Steel comes out soon. Where I was feeling quite happy sitting chatting to Knucklehead, all that good energy is now replaced with tension as my heart races and my palms begin to sweat knowing Chops is in the same room as me.

  He’s not one of the good guys. He has always had some sort of grudge against me. Why? I’m not sure, but I don’t really want to stick around to find out.

  Deciding I’ll go to the gym to find Steel rather than wait in the room with Chops, I swivel, and as I turn I’m met by Chops who’s stepping up next to me and smiling that ridiculously evil smile he’s renowned for. His grey mutton chops on the side of his face and his stupid Chopper Read wannabe moustache he has going is creeping me out as it frames his maniacal smirk.

  “Flame, it’s so good to see you again.” His hand comes up and
moves some of my hair behind my ear. I flinch back as my breath catches. My heart is racing knowing this guy doesn’t care if I’m Steel’s girl or not, he’ll try to take me no matter what.

  “Chops, Steel will be back soon,” I murmur and the crack in my voice only shows how much he affects me. I mentally slap myself for showing weakness.

  “Well, in the meantime, I’m glad you’re back and I can’t wait to taste you when Steel lets his guard down.”

  My heart is beating out of my chest as my fists clench at my sides. I have no idea what to say or how to react. I glance to Knucklehead to see if he’ll help me, but he’s cleaning glasses and looking down and breathing hard like he’s scared of Chops too.

  I look back at Chops who’s smiling so wide it's unnerving, he leans in pressing his foul smelling body against mine forcing me against the bar, his hand running against my cheek as my body goes rigid and into shock not knowing what to do as he advances on me. I tremble as he caresses my cheek, but hard in a dominant way. His face moves in close to mine, his nose running along my cheek as I close my eyes tight and his mouth comes up next to my ear. “I’m going to shove my cock so far up your arse you won’t be able to walk for—”

  “Fucker…” Steel’s voice is like an angel breaking through the grit of the devil. My trembling body sags as Chops’ body is pulled off mine, and I open my eyes to see Steel holding him by the scruff of his collar. “Stay the fuckin’ hell away from her.”

  Chops chuckles bringing his hand up and around detaching Steel’s hands from his collar, and he glances at me and walks off to another room still leering at me over his shoulder. My heart is racing so fast as tears well in my eyes from the shock. My body is now visibly shaking and my breaths are coming in short and shallow bursts.

  Steel steps up and pulls me to him as I fall limp into his arms. “Babe, you need to stay away from Chops. Why didn’t you tell me you were comin’?” He pulls me back and holds me at arm’s length.

  My insides tremble as I try to calm down. “I wanted to surprise you.”

  He pulls me back to him and holds my head to his chest. I wrap my arms around him tightly needing the support right now.

  “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

  I shake my head. “I’m okay, now you’re here.”

  He looks over to Knucklehead and glares at him. “What was the go?”

  Knucklehead looks around the room and leans forward. “Chops was full on, brother. I would’ve stepped in, but I’m a prospect about to be patched in and he’s the Prez’s right hand, you know?”

  “Jesus Knucklehead! So if he started to assault her, would you have let it happen?” Steel asks angrily and I turn looking at him wondering the same thing.

  “No, I wouldn’t have let it get that far. You know I don’t like women bashers, Steel.”

  Steel nods and cuddles into me tighter. “C’mon let’s sit you down and get some food into you,” he says and drags me over to the table and sits me down.

  I nuzzle into his side as he strokes my hair while FIM brings over the bloody burgers and some drinks.

  “Thanks,” Steel says and he walks off back to the kitchen.

  Techie joins us soon after and we eat, well the guys eat, I mainly pick at my food seemingly lost my appetite. Then Steel takes me back to his room and we lay on his bed cuddling, where I can calm down with just us, and him telling me that everything’s going to be okay.

  “Why is Chops like that with me?”

  Steel runs his fingers along my arm and takes a deep breath. “I don’t know, babe. He’s always been that way.”

  I chew on the side of my cheek. “What’s his job in the club?”

  Steel goes quiet and stays still for a moment. I know that means it’s probably not something good.

  “So, I don’t want to know, do I?”

  He starts caressing my arms again. “Probably not.”

  I cuddle into Steel further and try to relax as much as possible. Being in his room, I feel a lot safer than I do out in the clubrooms.

  Willow left really early this morning. She had to leave to go home and get ready for work, so she was up at sparrow's fart. I gave her a massive kiss goodbye and walked her out to her car, there was no way I was letting her out on her own in the club with Chops around, even if I was positive he’d still be in bed. After she left I, of course, went back to bed and slept until midday. But I’m up now, and sitting at the bar. Knucklehead is pouring me a beer as I wonder where everyone is. The clink of the stein being placed against the wooden bar alerts me that my icy cold beverage is ready. I look back at Knucklehead and smirk feeling on top of the world. Nothing could break this high I’m on.

  My girl is back, the 5113ers have gone quiet, nothing is heading south right now. It’s just the way I like it. Picking up my beer, I take a gulp as everyone walks in from outside. It’s like the entire clubhouse of brothers were outside and have now ventured inside. As they traipse in, the noise level of the room picks up to its usual dull roar. FIM, Doug, and Techie all take seats next to me. Even Cassius and Shogun are inside, and Cassius is by my side nuzzling into my thigh. I lean down to pet his head.

  “Good boy. You know how much your daddy loves you?” I ask in a baby voice to my dog as Techie laughs and punches my arm.

  “You’re such a softie pansy arse now you have a woman, you know that?” Techie tells me and I roll my eyes and move my lips to say something back when a massive blast reverbs shaking the walls of the clubhouse. It sounds like the gates of the compound have just been smashed down or blown apart.

  We all stand up as the dogs poise with their hackles up growling as we all look around wondering what the fuck that was. All my brothers draw their weapons. I reach around my back and pull out Wesley, in my head thanking anyone who’d listen that Willow isn’t here.

  Techie pulls out his tablet and brings up the security feed from outside, but it’s all static.

  “Code black… code black! The cameras are jammed,” Techie yells out. The sliding of metal against metal as bullets lock into position on everyone’s guns, is the only sound that can be heard in the otherwise silent clubhouse. My heart is racing as we all watch the clubhouse door waiting for whatever is coming through.

  The door swings open and everyone points their weapons. Something flies in through the door. Suddenly, there’s a loud blast and everything turns white. The ringing in my ears is so loud the only other thing I can hear is the faint noise of the dogs barking as they take off toward the door. But I can’t really see anything as I’m stumbling on the spot from the stun. The ringing starts to drown out, and the blasting of gunfire jolts me back into the present. I stand up taller shaking my head as the stun wears off. My vision rights itself and I look across to the door to see the 5113ers raiding the clubhouse.

  All of them.

  They all storm inside shooting at anyone they pass and engaging in hand to hand combat with anyone who’s able to fight back. Taking a deep breath, I run forward and into the crowd of men, my knife glides into one of them. They invaded our turf, they’re here for our blood. Well, I’ll give them blood! Right here, right now, it’s kill or be killed and I have too much to live for. A fuckhead comes right at me and I duck from his fist flying toward my eye. He falls forward and Wesley comes down right into the back of his neck, blood squirts out as he falls to the floor and I pull my knife out to continue taking down these fuckers. Bending down, I pull my piece out of my boot and rack it ready to shoot some fuckers.

  A 5113er screams as he lunges at me pistol aimed directly at my chest, so I bring my gun up without hesitation and pull the trigger putting a bullet right between his eyes. The echo of my gunfire I can’t distinguish from the other rounds all going off at the same time. My arm suddenly jolts backward and the burn against my skin makes me wince. Looking down, I see a bullet graze, I shake my head and punch the nearest 5113er in the back of the skull as he’s attacking Crash. He falls forward and Crash smiles at me, then brings up his gun and shoots
the guy in the back, his blood propelling up onto my shirt. There’s still too many of them in here, and there’s too many Savages falling.

  It’s a fucking bloodbath.

  Shit is spurting all over the place as bullets burst into the skulls of the men all around me. Another 5113er lunges at me, the gun clicking right at my forehead, but it doesn’t fire. My heart stops as we both look at his gun. He’s out of ammo.

  Thank fuck!

  Smiling as I bring up Wesley, I slice right through his stomach. Blood bellows out as he gasps and plunges down onto another dead man’s body below. I watch him fall lifelessly to the ground as an almighty thump to the back of my head sends an ache right through me and causes me stumble slightly. I turn to see the guy aiming his gun right at me. So I pull up my piece and shoot first, the bullet bursts through his cheek blowing half his face off as I correct myself. I’m breathing fast as I turn around to see Techie fist fighting with a 5113er, but he’s holding his own.

  Looking over to the other side of the room, Lookout grabs his stomach yelling out in pain and then falls flat on the floor. I wince as I race forward to get to him, but another 5113er grabs me and pulls a knife right up grazing over my chest. I grit my teeth at the near miss and clutch Wesley thrusting it down right into the side of his neck. Blood spurts out of his jugular as he gasps for air. Pushing him off me, I glance to my right to see Dad leaning over the back of the pool table with a guy on top of him about to stab him in the face. My heart jumps into my chest as I rip out my gun and sight it with the 5113er. But Doug steps up in front of Dad pulling a gun and shooting the 5113er right in the head. The blood splatters onto dad’s face as the body falls on top of him. He pushes it off and looks up at Doug, nods at him, and I take a deep breath knowing Dad’s okay.

  For now.

  I turn to see a guy jumping on Behemoth’s back, so I punch him in the side of the face and he falls off and scurries away. Turning, I reach around to stab another 5113er, but another one steps into my sight and pulls a Glock right on me. I tense waiting for the impact of the bullet, but FIM jumps in front of me, his body jolts to the side as he takes the bullet. Reacting quickly, I bring my gun up and shoot the fucker right in the knee cap. He screams out in agony and drops to the floor. I move in behind him grabbing his hair and holding his head up high bringing Wesley under his chin and slicing through his neck letting him bleed out like the coward that he is. Pushing his body to the ground, I race over to FIM as he clutches at his side.