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

the impression we wanted. I’m disappointed Hannah got so upset, our intention was to hurt the heat, I didn’t stop to think of his wife or her feelings. I just hope the kids don’t realise what’s going on.
    Their father was caught in a war—a war he was never going to win.
    The Savages will come out on top every time.
    I’ll make damn sure of that!
     

     
    NOVEMBER
     
    We’ve been in talks with Papi, our eccy lackey, and we’re moving very slowly with him. He’s a loose cannon and he’s fragile. If we shake him too fast, we could lose him. We’ve asked him to move into the distribution side of things, rather than just storing the drugs. Papi is a strange one. I think underneath his addiction, he’s a good guy, and that’s why he keeps saying no to us. Which, of course, has me more than a little frustrated. So I’ve decided that I need to move things along a little.
    Walking through the clubroom, which used to be buzzing with brothers and electric with energy, is now almost empty with only a few stragglers. The sounds of ‘ Die Trying’ by Art of Dying blares out through the stereo, and it’s almost like fate is trying to tell me something. But I grit my teeth and bring my finger to my lips letting out a loud whistle.
    The few that are in here look up at me, and I tilt my head to the assembly room. “Church brothers,” I say. They all stand up and start to make their way toward the assembly room. Because there’s so few of us now, I let everyone come into church nowadays. If I didn’t, there would only be three of us and that’s just ridiculous.
    We all walk in taking our seats. I take my position at the head of the table, Chops to my left and Manson to my right. He’s taken on Jigsaw’s old position of Sergeant At Arms. His Road Name was given in honour of Charles Manson—he has a habit of killing people for no reason. He’s as quiet as a mouse, and you hardly even know he’s around. But due to the mass exodus of club brothers, and the sheer shrinkage of the club in the last few weeks, he stands out a little more from the shadows. I guess that happens when all the big personalities are fucking disloyal pricks.
    Penetrator, Acid, and Blade take up the other chairs, so I pick up my gavel and bang it once on the wooden table. The echo of wood hitting wood resounds through the medium sized room.
    “Right, I’m calling church because we need to make a move on Papi. He needs to see sense and start distributing. He’s been with us now for eight months, and I’ve been far more than lenient toward him and his flightiness, but this shit’s gotta stop. He needs to know we mean business, and we’re not pussyfooting around anymore. He distributes or shit gets real…
    “We know he’s storing our stash at his workplace… umm… Cupiditas, the whorehouse on the esplanade. I’ve had Acid scoping the place, and getting a general feel for the running of the business. We know that every day their workers take turns to get coffee for everyone, and we know that Papi’s girlfriend Star, is the one to be making the run tonight. So I’ve decided that if we mess with Star just enough, then maybe Papi will understand the terms of our arrangement a little better…”
    Everyone nods and Chops tilts his head toward me. “You thinking we black and blue her, or something a little… dirtier?”
    Rolling my eyes at the dirty old prick, I shake my head. “No Chops, we’re not going into that sort of territory. Just black and blue. Plus, she’s a whore, God knows what kind of fucking diseases she has. She’ll probably give you crabs that have herpes, for crying out loud.”
    He nods his head while everyone else chuckles. “True, true.”
    “Okay, so we head out, grab Star while she’s walking back from her coffee run, make her blue and then deliver her back to Cupiditas for Papi.”
    Everyone nods. I bang my gavel, and we all stand up and walk out into the clubroom toward the black door. Shogun greets me,