Heart Of Steel (Satan's Savages MC #1) Read online

  K E Osborn

  Heart of Steel

  A Satan’s Savages MC Novel #1

  By K E Osborn

  Copyright 2016 K E Osborn

  This book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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  ISBN: 978-0994312747

  Book design by Swish Design & Editing

  Editing by Swish Design & Editing

  Cover design by Swish Design & Editing

  Cover image Copyright 2016

  Cover Model: Dylan Thorp

  Photography: Wendy Osborn

  This MC novel contains crude language, sex scenes, and graphic violence. It is not suitable for readers under the age of 18. If any of the above offends you, please do not read any further. This is a complete work of fiction and is not a true representation of a motorcycle club. It is for entertainment purposes only. I hope you enjoy.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

  My name is Steel.

  A Marauder Japanese Steel Knife is my weapon of choice.

  I'm a hard-core, callous, biker in the Satan Savages MC.

  I wasn't meant to fall for someone like her.

  My name is Willow.

  I'm a kindergarten teacher.

  I'm kind and gentle, but I'm sick of living the simple life.

  I need something different.

  She is sassy.

  He is cocky.

  They are drawn together by fate.

  But together they could lose it all.

  Willow isn't meant for my world. So when she's thrust into it, can she accept who I am? Will my brothers welcome her as a part of the brotherhood? Or will I have to protect her from the brothers I've grown to love?

  Can Willow penetrate my heart of steel?

  To Dylan.

  Without you, this cover wouldn’t have been as gritty, striking or amazing.

  Not to mention all the laughs we’ve had about plot lines and names we could have made in the book for Dylan/Steel, which were too rude and crass to make it into the pages.

  You’ve made this book special for me because the cover model is not only someone I know but also a friend who is worthy of naming the lead character after.

  This book is dedicated to you.

  As always my first thank you goes to my editor, my confidant, my rock, my source of endless plotting parties, my mother and my friend – Kaylene Osborn. Without your support and guidance, I wouldn’t be able to have the career I love and adore. So thank you for making my dreams come true and helping me not only achieve them but support me in them as well. All daughters deserve a mother like you!

  To all of my amazing BETA readers – Thank you for once again putting in your thoughts and ideas into the first book of this exciting new series. I appreciate all of your energy and ideas, and together we make a great team. Without you beautiful ladies, my books wouldn’t be at their best potential. So thank you, every single one of you.

  Special mention to: Andrea Florkowski, Caroline Richard, Kristy Hegarty, Crystal Bell and Kelli Gordon for taking the time to go through this book with me step by step and making it the best it could possibly be. Thank you ladies, you don’t know how much I appreciate you all!

  To Addison Jane – Thank you so much for your help with getting the biker life straight in my head. With your guidance, I was able to step into the role of a biker and adapt to their lifestyle. Hopefully, I have managed a reasonable job and done you proud. I’m honoured to have had your help and to be able to call you a friend. Thank you!

  To Amo Jones – Thank you for all your support, guidance, advice, friendship and ideas for this book. I’m so honoured you were able to lend an ear when I was freaking out. Your constant way of making me giggle is the highlight of my days. Thanks for being a fellow crazy lady like me, and together with Addison us three amigos make a great team. Gas arc out! (That’s code – we know what it means. lol)

  To Kathryn Kelly – What a woman you are! Thank you for everything you do. All the support, guidance and friendship. I’m so honoured to know you and to have your support. I am truly lucky to know you I’m so grateful to have met you. Thank you for everything, and I wish you nothing but the best.

  To Kim, my best friend, plotting party fiend and adopted big sister – Thank you so much for all your help and support with not only this book, but in general. Your friendship and love is truly astonishing and I am so lucky to have a big sister like you. So thank you. You mean the world to me, and I’d be lost without you.

  To my family – For your continuous love, friendship and humour. Without you guys, my life would be very dull and boring. So thank you for supporting me without question and for always being there.

  To Dylan, my muse, cover model and friend – THANK YOU! You made the cover of this book AMAZING! Without you, this cover wouldn’t be as striking as it is. You’ve worked hard to get to where you are and I’m glad I can be the first to show you off. This is the beginning for you! Thank you for being my Heart of Steel!

  To Wendy – Thank you so much for taking the fantastic photos of Dylan for the cover and teasers of this book. They came out great and I wouldn’t have wanted anyone else to help me with my first ever cover shoot.

  To my beautiful, playful and utterly adorable pup, Bella – I love you, you light up my life and I couldn’t imagine you not in it. When I think of Petunia and her running around like a crazy pig, it reminds me of you. (You’ll understand when you read the book) I love you, you crazy mut!

  Last of all, I want to thank YOU, the reader. Your continued support with my writing career is both humbling and heart-warming. I love the readers so much and honestly couldn’t keep going without the love and support you all show me each day. Thank you for believing in me, and I hope I can keep you entertained for many, many, years to come.

  Stay tuned because Ignite The Flame: A Satan’s Savages MC Novella #2 is on its way.

  Thank you,

  Much love,

  K E Osborn

  xoxo

  If you have previously read The Shattered Heart series some names, places and details have been changed and are reflected in the Satan’s Savages MC series of books.

  (In particular, but not limited to, a name change of The Rebel Dogs to the Satan’s Savages MC.)

  These changes will be reflected in the Shattered Heart series when the books are re-released in the first half of 2016, following the publication of the Satan’s Savages MC Book Four.

  The Shattered Heart series is a spin-off from the Satan’s Savages MC series of books.

  This book has been written using UK English and contains euphemisms and slang words that form part of the Australian spoken word, which is the basis of this book’s writing style.

  Please remember that the words are not misspelled, they are slang terms and form part of the every day, Australian lifestyle. Some euphemisms or slang terms have been provided below for your information.

  If you would like further explanation, or to discuss the translation or meaning of a particular word, please do not hesitate to contact the author – contact details have
been provided, for your convenience, at the end of this book.

  Antsy: Impatient and unable to keep still.

  Aussie: Australian.

  Back Door: The last rider in a group ride. Customarily, the most experienced MC rider.

  Bevvied Up: Very drunk.

  Bird: Young woman.

  Brew: Used when referring to having a beer.

  Brothers: A word of respect used toward other club members who become family. This word is taken very seriously in the MC world.

  Cage: Automobile, truck, van… not a motorcycle.

  Cager: Automobile driver.

  Chase Vehicle: A truck or van that rides behind a group of motorcycle riders on a long trip for any vehicles that break down.

  Checked Out: To die.

  Crotch Rocket: Sports bike.

  Dickwad: A contemptible or stupid person.

  Ding Dong Ditch: Also known as ringing and running – knock on a door and run. A harmless game or prank.

  Down Under: Refers to Australia.

  Dregs: Residue of beer in a glass.

  Duck Walk: Sitting on your motorcycle and pushing it with your feet, usually done when parking or moving forward a few feet.

  Durry: A cigarette.

  First 7: Founding members of the Satan Savages MC.

  Franger: Condom.

  Front Door: First rider in a group ride.

  Fuckhead: A stupid or contemptible person (often used as a general term of abuse).

  Fucktard: Combination of fucking and retard meaning you are stupid or an idiot.

  Grog: Alcohol.

  Heat: The police.

  Hog: Motorcycle.

  Independent: Someone not part of a club or group, but normally part of the bike culture.

  Jack Shit: Nothing or something equivalent to nothing. A lack of general knowledge or significance.

  Keep the Shiny Side Up: A parting expression between bikers meaning to ride safety.

  Knacker: Testicles.

  Knickers: Panties or underwear.

  Lid: A helmet.

  Mobile Phone: Cell phone or telephone.

  Monkey Butt: When riding for hours on end, your arse becomes sore, often resulting in chafing.

  Munging: Putting their mouth over the vagina and eating her out.

  Nads: Testicles.

  Nomad: Moves from place to place, not belonging to a particular MC chapter.

  Oz: Australia.

  Pashing: The act of heavy kissing.

  Patching/Patches: Emblems or symbols sewn onto biker cuts (jackets) to display an affiliation with a club. These patches can be numerous and have meaning to the wearer.

  Petrol: Gas.

  Piece: Gun.

  Pipes: Exhaust system.

  Prospect: A prospect is the bottom of the chain. They have no rank or privileges and are expected to do as they’re told. They may wear the club name on their back, but not the club logo.

  Ridin’ Bitch: Riding as a passenger.

  Road Gator: Road Gators are pieces of shredded tyres that litter the road after a truck tyre has blown. They are potentially dangerous to MC riders.

  Road Name: A name given to someone by his brothers. Usually, this name would be synonymous with some kind of incident or association to that person.

  Servo: Gas station or petrol station.

  Settle the Snakes: Calm everyone down.

  Shitfaced: Drunk or under the influence of drugs.

  Six Feet Under: Dead.

  Skedaddle: Depart quickly or hurriedly.

  Skewif: Twisted or turned to one side.

  Sparrow’s Fart: Awaking at the earliest time of the morning.

  Speedo: Displays the speed your bike or vehicle is travelling.

  Sprog: To ejaculate, come, semen.

  Sulking: To be silent, morose, and bad-tempered out of annoyance or disappointment.

  Sunnies: Sun - glasses or shades.

  Twatwaffle: A vagina that’s so shriveled up that it looks like a defrosted waffle.

  UTI: Urinary tract infection.

  Wank: An act of masturbating.

  Wreaking Havoc: Members that do not fear anything, get dirty, have killed for the club and never run for any reason.

  22: Have spent time in prison.

  1%: The 1% patch is designed to instill fear into the general public. It’s generally centered on a set of ideals which celebrate freedom, non-conformity to mainstream culture and loyalty to the bike club. (The American Motorcycle Association stated that 99% of the bikers at their events were God fearing and family orientated. The other 1% were hard riding, hard partying, non-mainstream type people. Thus, the term 1% was born.)

  Mad Dog McNamara – President of Satan’s Savages MC, Virginia Original, First 7 and father of Steel.

  Steel – Vice President of Satan’s Savages MC. Son to Mad Dog and best friend to Techie.

  Chops – Wreaking Havoc member, Virginia Original, First 7, club torturer and Mad Dog’s right-hand man.

  Techie – Secretary and technical guru for the club. Best friend of Steel.

  Jigsaw – Swedish immigrant and Sergeant at Arms. Also, the one who handles the dismemberment of bodies. Good friend to Steel.

  Behemoth – Enforcer.

  Lookout – Prospect Manager.

  Ryder – Road Captain.

  Patch Members

  Crash

  The Penetrator

  Gatekeeper

  Prospects

  Knucklehead

  Adam/FIM

  Doug

  Club Girls

  Lunar

  Skye

  Jess

  Amie

  Jodi

  Emma

  Willow/Flame – Kindergarten teacher at a child care centre and love interest for Steel.

  Jackson – Child under Willow’s care at the child care centre. Son to Nikita.

  Nikita – Battered mother of Jackson.

  Blurb

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  Note to the Reader

  Information and Dictionary

  Character Relationships

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Epilogue

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  About the Author – K E Osborn

  BANG. The echo of gunfire pummels through the warehouse as I hunch behind the wooden crates. Peering out slightly to get a look at Ghost my club Vice President stretched out on the floor, my heart rate spikes as the blood oozes from his chest. The harsh breeze of a bullet stings my face as it flies right past my cheek, grazing it. The intense burn makes me grit my teeth as my back smacks harshly against the splintered wood. I breathe harsh and ragged trying not to pass out at the thought of the near fucking miss.

  The sweet metallic pungent smell of blood and gunpowder invade my senses, drowning me in the knowledge that we’re outnumbered and losing this damn fight. Looking over to my left as the gunfire ricochets off the crates surrounding me, sending splinters of timber in all directions, Jigsaw the club’s Sergeant at Arms is slowly maki
ng his way over to me. He jumps up and fires off a few rounds toward the 5113 street gang. These guys are fucking scum and can’t be trusted, which is obvious from today’s drug deal going God damned south.

  “Where the fuck is Crash?” I yell as Jigsaw drops to the ground dodging more bullets and rolls toward me moving his back up against the crates alongside me.

  “Patience comes to those on the plateau of solace,” Jigsaw says in his Swedish accent and I glare at him and shake my head.

  “Now is not the time for your fuckin’ riddles, arsehole. Is Crash on his way to wipe out these fuckheads or not?” I yell over the consistent and annoying gunfire.

  Surely those fuckers should have run out of ammo by now?

  Suddenly an almighty explosion sounds, the shockwave forcing the air from my lungs as I fall forward and onto the body of the gang member I stabbed earlier, his blood seeping into my 1% patch. Taking in a lung full of air as my ears ring from the violent burst of noise, I shake my head noticing the gunfire has now ceased. Grabbing Jigsaw by the scruff of his T-shirt, I stand up on shaky legs looking back to the front of the warehouse. It’s completely destroyed and in its place is the truck with Crash standing at the driver’s side smirking like he knows he’s saved our arses!

  “Well, c’mon fucker or the rest of the gang are gonna get here before we can piss off,” Crash yells out and I can only just hear him over the constant ringing in my ears.

  I kick the dead gang member away from me—fucker got blood on my patch—and run with Jigsaw to the front of the now completely mangled warehouse. On my way out I pass the two prospects that Chez took out when the gunfire first rang out. Alex has half his head missing with his brains splattered all over the wall and Jake has a single bullet wound straight between the eyes. Gritting my teeth and shaking my head as my blood pressure rises, I don’t stop to look at the mangled and bloodied up bodies of Chez and the other members of the gang.

  They double-crossed us. I don’t have time to worry about sorting out their traitorous corpses.