Page 17 of Scar

My Book

Happy Reading,

Sarwah

About Santa’s Dirty Bikers

When the sh** hits the fan, it really spreads.

Everything I’ve worked and built up was going to explode in our faces. I lied about the land which the club and house resided on.

The son I didn’t know existed was about to turn his back on me, and I’d fallen into the arms of his ex.

I had to keep my cock in check and my mind on the straight and narrow to fix this mess. But it was hard when your rival gang wants to take everything from you, and the woman you’ve fallen for is forbidden…

Author’s Note:

This is book two in the series.

Silver

Fuck!

Everyone was walking on eggshells. Scar had left straight after Steel told us about the place. I knew he wouldn’t be gone for more than one night. He’d sent some fucked up text telling me that he needed space, so he wouldn’t be helping out at the club, garage, or anything. He needed time.

Since yesterday, I’d come up with some cock and bull story that we were shutting the club for a week in honor of the old man. We didn’t need a week to mourn him but I had to think of something to deal with all the crap of that night.

I was in the kitchen, still sitting in the same spot after breakfast. I should have headed to the garage, but the announcement last night had taken away all my motivation.

“How long you think Scar’s gone for?” Dawn asked, narrowing her eyes and looking suspiciously at me.

“I checked his room, and he never slept here last night.”

We had a good thing going, and now I worried it was coming to an end. I needed a release. Something to take the edge off.

“I dunno, Dawn. I’m sure he’ll come back when he’s ready. When you find out that you have a son, one you never knew you had, and you tell him the same bull story that you told everyone else… How do you reveal the truth to him? When’s a good moment? When he’s already been through so much…”

She shook her head, and I knew only words of wisdom were going to leave it.

“Nothing good ever came out of a lie. You know that, Matteo Rodriguez III. You should have sat everyone down and told them from the start. Not the cock and bull story you invented. I’m even surprised they believed you, then again they trust you, so they didn’t question it.”

She adjusted her white shirt and pants. Dawn had lived in town all her life, unlike me and nearly everyone who was part of the MC. She knew the truth about the land, and the lie I had invented to form the brotherhood which wouldn’t exist if they knew the truth. We all had to work together and this was the best time to do it. Even my brother, Greyson, didn’t know the truth, but I couldn’t imagine him turning his back on me, once he learned it.

Honesty was the best policy.

Dawn had told me from the start, and I was too busy being a stubborn fool to listen to the best advice I’d ever received in my life.

“Why did you really close up?” Scratch asked as he strolled in, and this meant the conversation I was having with Dawn would come to an end.

She tucked her blonde bob behind her ears. Her dark eyes darkened as she smiled at Scratch and then left the kitchen.

“Well, the old man is dead and this means the land now belongs to someone else,” I told him. He was an easy guy to speak to, and I could see Dawn nodding her head in agreement.

He raised an eyebrow as if he was suspicious of what I had to say next. Scratch was my brother’s best friend. They’d both served in the SEALs and were discharged at the same time. Greyson told me that it was because of PTSD, and if a man wants to share more details about why he left the Navy then so be it. If not, then never ask. This had been the case with Scratch, and was why right now as he sat opposite me reading the papers I had in my hands which were served to us from Steel.

I decided to go in search of my whiskey. My Macallan Sherry Oak was twenty five years and brought to me by the Scottish MC who comes to visit here once every year. We’ve become good friends and I had no idea how much it was worth, until I looked it up one day. Once I found out, I made sure it didn’t touch anyone’s lips apart from mine and Jock, whenever he comes to visit.

“Good. Found it!” After checking at the back of the closet under the sink, I’d created a fake wall at the back, so I could stash things at the back of it. Next to the bottle were a couple of guns and some money. In this business you never knew when you could need a quick escape.

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