Savage Angels: A Savage MC Erotic Romance by Alice May Ball Page A

I told Beanie that I last saw Cap out there on the stoop with the two Kaos Anarki bikers. Beanie said, “That seems to be the last time that anyone’s seen him.”

Cox took me upstairs, which I thought was hopeful. Turned out he wanted to talk. He sat on the side of the bed with me and said, “You’ve seen that there are things going on at the club.”  
    I told him, sure I had. There’s some kind of a problem with the Vikings,” He said, “Don’t call them that, Nikka, they really hate it. And they’re pretty touchy right now.”
    I said, “Not because of what Lump said, right?”  
    “No, Nikka. It’s business.”
    “Anything to do with that girl, Angelica?”
    “No, not directly. What do you think of her?”
    “I’d say she’s sharp as a tack and tough as nails. But I hardly know her. Is she going to be staying?”  
    “She is for now.”
    I knew that I wasn’t getting the whole of that story.
    As we talked about what was going on in the club, I was thrilled that Cox was sharing such a lot with me about the club business, but I wondered if there was might be more ominous reason for him telling me.
    He said, “Okay, well you’ve got so much of the history and the stories wrong, I’m going to tell you some of the truth of it. I swear, though, I’m putting a ridiculous amount of trust in you, Nikka. If Bogart or even Hacker knew that I told you this, I could be dead. Not like schoolyard dead, but real dead. You sure you want to hear it?” I told him that I did.
    He said, “We’re a motorcycle club. We’re not a militia and we’re not a private army. We’re no threat to the government or to anyone else who leaves us the fuck alone.” I thought about the FBI dragon lady and I wondered if she would share that view, but I hadn’t told Cox anything about that incident, and I didn’t plan to. Somehow, that was something that I’d have to find a way to handle.  
    Cox lit up a blunt. “Yeah, we’re outlaws but for most of us we were pushed out or thrown out or chased out of the law’s way, and so we don’t have much choice but to live and operate outside the law.” He took a pull on the spliff and passed it to me. “That doesn’t mean we don’t have a code, a bond of our own ethics and morality. Those good citizens who live within the law, the law might, it just might come to their aid when things go wrong. For outlaws like us, there’s no chance of that.” And in his eyes, I though I was glimpsing something of Cox’s history, too.  
    I passed him back the joint, “So, whatever dealings we have and whoever we deal with, trust is the most valuable commodity of all. If you’re smart and you want to survive, you treasure it, you cherish it, you tend it and you don’t squander it. That’s why we prize loyalty above everything.” His eyes held me. I felt as though he were making me a promise of some kind but, like I said, misunderstanding had been our specialty up to now, so I tried to just listen and not assume anything.
    “A lot of men in this club have histories you don’t want to enquire too deep into. Believe me, the worst of those histories are things that those men did for their government. Their government who took their bravery and loyalty and showed them very little by way of gratitude or respect when they carried back the scars, both inside and out.”
    Listening to his voice, hearing him tell the tale, I felt like we were part of something, that our tales were entwining. Blending.  
    “Warhog was the chapter formed by Hacker’s father John, and his buddy Luke, who has now ridden on. They came back to Savage with a bunch of others, back from doing disgusting things in a far off desert in the name of freedom.”
    Out there in service, as part of a NATO force was where they had formed relationships with the Norwegian club, Kaos Anarki as well as some other international groups.
    Back home they needed a place where they could put it all behind them, be themselves and stay