Page 4 of Desert Heat

“You fucked up too! I saw you stalking Brandi’s socials just twenty minutes ago.”

“I can’t forget her.”

“I can’t forget, Savvy either.”

I whistled between my teeth. “Taking her now will only escalate the war between the Clubs. Sure, I was with her under his nose and Savvy would die before confessing it to her old man and his Club. But taking her hostage isn’t something to do lightly. We’ll need to move our women and kids outta state to the safe houses at another Charter. We need to tell the other Bastards it’s on. I don’t want their help though. We got this on our own. I don’t need anyone to fight my wars.”

“You need the other Chapter’s blessing though.”

“And we’ll get it.”

“Savannah?”

“I’m wifing that shit someday. Then, I’m taking his Club–disbanding it.

Everything The Outlaws have will be ours. I’m sick of their shit, thinking I’m soft just because Tarak stepped back.”

“I’ll make the calls. Set the meet in case the girls don’t leave Bradbury willingly. I can’t do this love torn shit anymore and I know brandi still loves me. You think Savvy is gonna just let you show up at her door and pack he up?”

“No, Savvy is gonna fight like hell,” I grinned. “And I wouldn’t want to any other way. Good thing we have the Vegas chapter at our back with one being a Justice of the Peace. It’ll be all buttoned up and legal with now way out for her. I’ll marry her next week if that’s what it takes to keep her with me.”

“She’s gonna leave scratches all over your back.”

“Fucking, right,” I nodded as Tank went back inside. Tipping my head up to the sky, I made my first vow to her. “I’m coming back for you, Savvy. This time there’s no going back. You’re the final chess piece on the board, baby girl and I only play to win.”

The stars didn’t respond. She was somewhere out there tonight and if I ever find out Dean touched her, I’d slay him too.

PART ONE

PREVIOUS SUMMER….

CHAPTER 1

“Where’s Tarak?”

“The baby couldn’t sleep again he muttered something about reflux. He snapped her car seat in and took her on a desert drive.” Bean shrugged before lighting up his cig.

“No more smoking in the clubhouse, it’s not good for the babies.”

He rolled his eyes. “The pussies have made us pussies.”

“Fucking right,” I rolled my shoulders feeling the rising tension in me settle right between the blades.

“Everyone up! The warehouse was raided! We need to ride!”

“The fuck?!” I spun around as Wade, the Sergeant in Arms, and Blaze who’s the club’s Road Captain barge in. I grabbed my cut, checked my gun and started making my way down the hall using my fist to pound on the locked doors where my brothers were shacked up with Club girls to keep them warm.

It might be past midnight in the dead of a desert winter, but some are always lucky enough to find the desert heat.

I don’t fuck Club girls.

My dick is selective.

My old man had more STD’s than a whore house outside Vegas and watching him die from them was enough to keep my junk tucked in my pants.

The Royal Bastards took me in when I was nothing but a dirty, homeless thirteen-year-old. Tarak became blood. I respect the fuck outta my Prez but ever since he married Amber, he spends more time in the bedroom than at Church.

Our enemies know he’s buried balls deep in his lady. This is the third hit on our merc in months.

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