Savage Angels: A Savage MC Erotic Romance Read Free Page A

Trols came out and sat beside me. At first I was glad of the company, and I thought that by being welcoming to the guests I could be some use to the club.
    It quickly became apparent that they wanted me to be a lot more welcoming than I had it in my mind to be. I stood up to go back into the clubhouse, knowing that I shouldn’t have wandered outside without Cox.
    Snori stood in front of me, his red beard hanging over his big barrel chest was right in my face. From behind me Trols said, “Don’t go. We just want to have a little fun, you know? Come on, be nice.” Trols was smaller, pretty wiry, had a pinched voice and a pointy face with his black porn-star droopy mustache. Matched his slicked back black hair. He said, “Come on, be nice.”  
    It would be a bad plan to be rude to the club’s guests but, since Cox had pronounced me his old lady, Snori and Trols were stomping on the club rules and its hospitality by coming on to me. Maybe neither Jurgen nor Bent had told them. Without too much of a smile I said, “I’m with Cox.”
    Snori said, “Oh we heard something about it.” And Trols chimed in,
    “Didn’t seem like it was too official, though.”
    I said, “Maybe you’d like to check with Cox. I’ll see if I can find him.”
    Snori’s big paw held my arm. Lifted me enough to hurt my shoulder. His wiry beard scraped against my ear and he said, “No need for that. I told you we only wanted some fun.”
    Trols crowded in closer and I heard him say, “You are overreacting, little girly.” Against my thigh I felt the cold touch of that evil blade in his belt.
    And then Snori’s voice was close enough to feel his breath on my neck. My shoulder felt like it would rip apart as he lifted me a little higher, “You don’t want to be rude to the club’s guests, sugar tits.” Snori’s other big hand helped itself to a tour up my skirt and into my panties.  
    The noise from inside the clubhouse rose as the door opened. Cap, one of the prospects came out and said, “Ah, Nikka, Cox is looking for you.” Snori let go. Snori and Trols narrowed their eyes at me as I scurried back in. I touched Cap on his arm as I passed.

Signs and Signifiers

    It took me a while to find Cox. When I did find him, I had the distinct impression he hadn’t been looking for me, that was just Cap being a hero. Cox looked distinctly like he had recently unentangled himself from the redhead who’d given Snori and Trols their big welcome.
    As far as I could tell, she was wearing heels, sweat, beer and cum.

Crash This Train

    I tried to talk to Cox, but he avoided me. I spent about an hour, padding around after him like that, him sliding away. In the end, I got bored and decided to drive home.
    On my way home I got stopped by officer Drebben. He found a half-smoked joint and enough coke for about a quarter of a line in my glove box. I felt a complete idiot because I’m damned sure I didn’t have to let him search it. Being the police chief’s daughter, I got sloppy, thinking Daddy would just show up and make it all go away.
    Next thing I know, I’m in a cold gray room with metal furniture and some FBI dragon lady with a bob of red hair, leaning over the table, all hot and excited about how I’m going to wear a wire.
    I told her, ‘No way,’ about a thousand times, but she scared me half to death with talk of criminal associations, common purpose and federal time, and saying numbers of years that kept on going up. In my heart I knew it was probably all BS, but she did get me twitching.

Someday Never Comes

    There was much work to be done with the shipment. Most club members worked long hours in the shop out back with oil, screwdrivers and small wrenches. It took two days straight to prepare the merchandise. Drinking was discouraged for Savage MC members, although the Vikings continued to fully enjoy an open bar.
    When it was ready, Bogart, Cox and Hacker took a few prospects, hauled the crates into a truck and made the run over