Meltdown of Mad Dog (Satan's Savages MC Novel #4) Read Free

in me finds this whole thing hilarious. They’re wasting valuable resources, time, and money, just to find a couple of mangled dead bodies in a warehouse. Nothing more, nothing less. But fuck is it fun to watch.
    The heat all stand back, behind their protective barriers, as a little robot wheels itself inside the mass of red tin. We all stand back watching their faces as they see the robot showing the two rectangular boxes with the beautiful array of flowers sprawled delicately on top.
    Hudson’s face falls, and his head spins around to the chief. “What the fuck kind of game are they playing?”
    The chief shrugs, shaking his head slightly. “I’m not sure, but once the sweep is done and there’s no sign of explosives, we’re going in.”
    A young guy dressed all in black jogs over. “Chief, there’s no explosives in the area. It’s clean, you can go in now.”
    “Finally,” Hudson exclaims and stands up rushing with the chief toward the warehouse.
    “Keep up with them, Blade,” I demand. He switches the cameras and follows them from outside by the tree to inside, as they walk slowly up to the two rectangular boxes.
    “Can you smell that?” Hudson asks.
    The chief nods and furrows his brows. “O’Connor, carefully open that lid will you?” he asks one of the other pigs that’s standing around the two makeshift coffins.
    “Here we go boys, prepare for fireworks!” I sing out happily as O’Connor pulls off the flowers slowly placing them on the ground. They all gather around Sentinel’s box, and we all watch intently.
    O’Connor slowly pulls back the lid of the box, and he shrivels up his nose and groans slightly as he turns his head.
    “What?” Hudson asks. He moves in closer as O’Conner pulls the lid back fully letting it move to the side just enough for the chief and Hudson to get a good view of Sentinel’s severed head staring right back at them.
    “Jesus Christ,” the chief calls out, furrowing his brows as Hudson turns pale white and shakes his head slightly like he’s in denial. Then I see it, his eyes open wide, and his chest starts to heave as he turns almost in slow motion toward the other box. He staggers slightly on the spot as he continues to shake his head like he’s losing the plot.
    “Oh God, Adam,” he murmurs, and my heart picks up its pace as I smirk slightly watching Hudson stagger toward the other box.
    “Stone, don’t open that box,” Chief Thomas calls out racing over to him, but his hands are on the flowers grabbing them and throwing them across the room in a frenzy. He lifts the lid so forcefully it flies up and off cascading to the floor, the wood banging loudly on the concrete. My lips turn up into a smile as I zoom in on Hudson’s face as he takes in the sight in front of him. His best friend, Adam Donovan, in mangled pieces before him. He lets out an almighty pain-filled scream as tears flood his eyes, and he falls to his knees with a loud thud burying his head in his hands.
    His best friend is dead.
    Killed by us.
    How do I know I’m a cunt?
    Because this feels so fucking good!

Chapter One
     

     
    It’s been five days since we 86’d Stealth and Sentinel. Five days of waiting to see if we fucked up by leaving any evidence at the warehouse. But we didn’t, the cleanup crew are good, we have them on our books for a reason. There’s no trace of us being there, so the heat have nothing on us, or they would have come for us by now.
    My brothers and I have silently been trying to build up trust in our ranks again. Knowing we had two cops infiltrate us so easily has put everyone on edge, and no one is trusting anyone. But we’re pretty sure that they were the only deceptive pricks in our ranks. Chops and I kept the bugs around the club after they were gone, just to see if anyone else crept up as being under the radar. But the only talk we heard were our brothers discussing the lowly dogs that infiltrated, and how they’re all glad we got the scum. So