Rooster – Satan’s Fury MC – SG Read Online L. Wilder

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Drama, Erotic, MC, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
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“No, it’s not.” Savage looked around and shrugged. “But if this is what she wants, then this is what she’ll get."

Before either of us could respond, Dalton came into the room, and clearly confused by the scene before him, put his hands on his hips and huffed, “What are you doing?”

“Just moving a few things around,” Savage answered with a smile. “It was your mom's idea.”

“Oh.” Dalton gave his father an unimpressed shrug. “I like it.”

“You do?”

“Um-hmm.”

“Good deal.” Savage reached down and lifted Dalton into his arms. “I’m glad you approve.”

“You gotta go?”

“Afraid so.” Savage’s smile faltered. “We’ve got to check in with Poppa Cotton and see how he’s doing.”

“Can I go with you?”

“Wish you could, but we’ve got some business to tend to. But you’ll be seeing him this weekend while your mom and I run some errands in the city.”

“Come on, Dalton,” Londyn called from the kitchen. “Your cereal is ready.”

“You better get moving.”

Savage lowered Dalton to the floor and watched as he hurried into the kitchen. Once he was out of earshot, I leaned over to Savage and asked, “Why we heading over to Cotton’s?”

“He’s got something he wants to go over with us, but I got no idea what it’s about. But it didn’t sound good.”

“Okay. In that case, I’m ready when you are.”

“Then, let’s get going.”

We said our goodbyes to Londyn and Dalton and made our way outside to our trucks. Once we were all loaded up, Savage pulled out of the drive, and Torch and I followed close behind as he drove toward Cotton’s.

His new office was in an old warehouse by one of the docks. From the outside, it appeared to be just an ordinary warehouse. Looks can be deceiving though. On the inside, Bones and Guardrail had installed an underground bunker with all the bells and whistles. Not only did it have its own living quarters, but it also had state-of-the-art computers, monitors, and the most advanced surveillance system.

There was also an arsenal of weaponry, meticulously organized and ready for any sign of trouble. When we pulled up, Cotton and Prez were waiting outside. As soon as we approached, Cotton greeted us with a quick, “Morning, boys.”

“Morning, Pops.”

“Morning.”

“Come on in, and I’ll explain why I asked you to stop by.”

Prez nodded, and we all followed Cotton as he led us inside. Once the door closed behind us, Cotton walked over to the back wall and pressed the code into the keypad. Seconds later, the metal floor slid open, and a set of stairs appeared. We followed Cotton down into the bunker, and the place was in total disarray.

There were files and papers scattered all over the table, and each monitor had a different image on the screen. Prez was the first to ask, “What is all this?”

“I’ve been going through all the orders Grant gave me, and I have some concerns.”

“Concerns about what?”

“Some of the guys Bruton was working with.” Cotton motioned his hand toward the files. “We got no business tying up with men like these. Hell, if anything, we should take these motherfuckers down. Here, see for yourself.”

Cotton slid one of the files over to Prez and Savage and waited as they scanned it over. Prez was visibly upset as he spat, “The Benedettis and the Rossis? Seriously? They’re into some heavy shit!”

“Yeah, you’re not kidding.” Cotton shook his head as he added, “Sex trafficking. Kid trafficking. Gun trafficking. You name it, and if we give them the weapons they’re asking for, then...”

“We’d be helping them do it,” Prez interrupted.

Savage shook his head as he muttered, “And that’d make us just as fucked up as they are.”

“Exactly. It’s just one big clusterfuck.”

“So, what are we going to do about it?”

"I'm all for fulfilling obligations and all that, but not like this.”

“Then, get with Grant and tell him we’ll complete the other runs, but it’s a no-go with the Benedettis and the Rossis.”

“And if there’s blow back?”

“Then, we’ll handle it,” Prez answered without hesitation. “Just get with Grant and put the wheels in motion. We’ll see where the cards fall.”

None of us were surprised by Prez’s response.

We were Fury.

We faced trouble head on. We stared it down without flinching. Satan’s Fury wasn’t just another MC. We were a force that stood tall against the storm, and we didn’t kneel to anyone. Not now. Not ever.

Maggie

It had been a pretty decent week. Ryan and Keeley were excited and talking nonstop about the wedding, which was entertaining and made the day at the shop go by faster. Ronin had been busy with work, but we’d talked or texted every night, and we’d managed to slip off for burgers while the kids were with their dad.

I was trying to get things settled around the house for the kids and to get ready for a night out with Ronin when Nathan called out from his room, “Hey, Mom! Can you come here for a minute?”


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