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

we’re pretty sure all leaks are firmly sealed.
    Today, though, today is the day we get to show the last sign of non-respect to a man who lied and called himself a brother, but who was playing us the entire time. Stealth’s funeral is today, and we are going to hide in the shadows. We have something up our sleeves to show the heat what we really thought of him infiltrating us undercover. And we will strike when no one is watching.
    We pull up in the black cages at the cemetery. It really is quite beautiful, for a place filled with dead people. There’s a line of bushes along the row where Stealth’s coffin is sitting all alone, waiting for the people to arrive from the funeral service ready for the burial.
    “Acid, go!” I call out, and he grabs Stealth’s cut from the back of the van, then high tails it looking left and right, making sure no one is around as he runs up to the coffin. He removes the pristine white roses and places his cut on top.
    Now you might think this is a sign of respect that we’re burying him with his colours. But, in fact, it’s quite the opposite. As a mark of respect when a brother dies, we burn his cut. Sentinel and Stealth were betrayers, rats, narks, the lowest of the low. They don’t deserve that kind of respect, so their cuts won’t be burnt. Instead, they’re stripped of their names and by placing it on the coffin, it shows the police that we know. That we’re here, and we know that they have nothing on us. It’s basically a giant middle finger to the entire police force that will be rocking up at any moment.
    Acid turns around putting both his thumbs up and baring his teeth like a rabid dog in excitement. He really is a fucking fruit cake. I tilt my head and wave for him to come back. He nods, rushing back over to us. We jump in the cage and head further down the paved road away from the burial site, but close enough so we can just see.
    The cars begin to pull up shortly after, and an honor guard begins walking down the green grass toward the coffin with a Minister in the front. We all smile as we watch with bated breath, as Hudson walks down the centre with a brunette under his arm. She’s crying heavily as two little boys toddle alongside her. I guess they’re Stealth’s boys. Tightness stabs my chest briefly, and my breath is knocked from me, as an elderly couple follow behind carrying a tiny little baby. Clenching my jaw tightly, I watch Hannah, Stealth’s wife, bring a tissue up to her sunglass covered eyes while she holds onto a suited Hudson. I swallow hard, as something washes over me. I’m not sure what it is. Not grief, because I’m happy that Stealth’s dead—he betrayed me—but maybe a slight sadness for his family that he’s betrayed them too. By infiltrating my club, he sealed his own death certificate and left his family behind. He’s the reason Hannah is a mess right now, and I feel sorry for her. She has three kids, and she’s all alone now. And that, right there, that’s on Stealth. He knew breaking into the ranks of a biker club was dangerous, he chose his fate. We’re here because of his choice, not ours.
    Stupid fucker.
    As they approach the coffin, the Minister clears his throat and turns to look at Hudson. “Umm detective… is this supposed to be here?” he asks.
    Hudson looks up and notices the cut on the coffin, and I smirk watching his face contort with rage. His nostrils flare and the vein in his neck pulses as his body tenses. Hannah looks up at the cut as Hudson tries to turn her away, but she spots it and screams loudly, bursting into a torrent of tears. My heart beats faster as she drops to her knees, and her little boys rush to her sides starting to cry too, not knowing why their mother is so distraught.
    Hudson looks around the area obviously searching for us, but we’re too well hidden by the bushes. He yells something out, and a bunch of the uniformed pigs start to fan out looking around for us. It’s time to go. We’ve given