Savage Ends (Chaos and Carnage MC #3)

Chapter One

Pat sat at the late -night coffee bar and stared down into his black coffee. They only served coffee and cake, and stayed open till well after midnight. This was the place he came when he didn’t want to sleep.

The shop itself was just on the outskirts of Carnage. It had a large parking lot, the lights were garish, and they seemed to draw in many travelers. Not that anyone was interesting company at this late hour.

While most coffee shops opened for the morning and ran through to dinner, this place did not. They catered to the late-night crowd, which was why the shop was literally called, The Late-Night Coffee Shop.

Some might think it was a little long-winded as a name, but not Pat.

He took a sip of his coffee, and it always surprised him that it didn’t taste like shit.

It was good coffee. Good cake. It was certainly worth leaving his veganism behind.

He was not strictly a vegan, but he didn’t turn down vegan food.

He knew Bull, his friend and Prez, would randomly tell people he was vegan, and he never disputed it.

This place had too much good cake to turn down.

The place was a rare gem. Rather than risk waking up the Chaos and Carnage club, he came here, drank hot coffee, ate cake, and just waited until the shop was due to close.

“How are you doing?”

He looked up to see Ava. Her name was pinned to her apron just above her breast. She was here serving every night, the six days the coffee shop was open. Always with a smile and a seemingly lovely demeanor.

“Good. You?”

She chuckled. “I’m doing good. You know, you’re fast becoming one of the regulars around here.”

Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she had a pair of small glasses perched on her nose, but they didn’t detract from her pretty blue eyes. Ava was a gorgeous woman.

Yes, using his military contacts, he had done a check on her. He didn’t trust anyone who was ... nice. Not without a cause. Nice people often spelled disaster, and in his line of work, that was something to be weary of.

Especially with the cartel suddenly taking a back seat.

In the last couple of years, Carnage had been the hot spot for the cartel, which started with the Vito Crew, run by a guy named Julio.

To cut a long story short, Julio was into dogfighting, and he, along with the Chaos and Carnage MC, loved dogs.

They didn’t take kindly to the illegal fighting taking place in their town.

Julio ended up dead, and the dogfighting stopped.

Only, Julio had a brother, Miguel, who was running drugs, dogs, and it would seem women in Carnage, right under their noses. Again, another long story short ... Miguel was dead.

During this time, they had been introduced to one of the scariest motherfuckers to keep the cartel at bay, William Ranford.

Now, Ranford had a brother, who was part of the illegal dogfighting.

Baby Ranford ended up with his head severed, and his body in parts.

William ended up in hiding, but now that Miguel was dead and he had a revenge kick, another problem was started.

In the last few months, according to William Ranford, he had an army of men willing to die to end the cartel. He wanted Chaos and Carnage MC to help, to be part of his revenge war.

Bull wanted to see the end of the cartel. Pat didn’t give a shit, as the rest of the club. Only, they had to work with William, and they had to come up with a plan that didn’t put the whole town on the killing line.

It was a lot to take in.

And Pat liked to have a late-night coffee, and if he was honest, look at the pretty blonde with the easy smile.

There was no violence at this place. Just a nice place to drink. That was all they wanted.

“Do you have a problem with that?”

“Not at all, just so long as you don’t mind me being your waitress?” she asked.

“I don’t mind.”

He had to stop the urge to look down at her curvaceous body.

The uniform she wore emphasized every curve.

Nice, big tits, and the top of her uniform seemed to be close to popping open, yet it never did.

She had a small waist but thick hips and thighs.

Even her calves looked juicy. She had a nice, full face, a gorgeous smile, and he happened to like her plump cheeks as well.

“Is there anything else you’d like to order?” she asked.

“A slice of carrot cake.”

“Coming right up.”

She spun away from him, and he got to admire that full ass. He loved a woman with curves.

Now, in the last few years he’d known Bull, the Chaos and Carnage MC Prez, along with the man’s brother, had found women who were curvy.

Maddie and Aria were sweet women, but they were also insecure about their weight.

In the last few months, he had never seen Ava step foot into Jase’s gym, but he knew Maddie and Aria still liked to go.

Pat went to the gym, especially when he wanted to be left alone. The clubhouse had a gym, but it also had fellow patched brothers, who liked to talk as they worked out. He didn’t like to talk.

Pat worked his body so he was exhausted come nighttime. Unfortunately, the gym was not open twenty-four hours, and working out at the club had the brothers worried. This is why he ended up here on some nights, drinking coffee, waiting to be exhausted enough to just sleep.

Ava returned, complete with cake and a smile.

“Here you go. I think that is the best cake of the day.”

“You like carrot cake?” he asked.

“Of course.”

“Why?”

She rolled her eyes. “Come on, cream-cheese frosting, that cake and that spice. It is heavenly. Now, don’t get me wrong, the chocolate fudge cake is mouthwatering, but all that chocolate can sometimes be a little too much, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“And vanilla is good as well. Carrot cake just has that edge to it.” She looked past his shoulder. “I’ve got to go. Enjoy, Sugar.” She often called him Sugar, or Sweetheart.

He was tempted to watch her again, but instead he slid the fork through the slice of carrot cake and took a bite. This is what he loved about this place. The cakes were made from scratch. It was said that all the cakes were homemade every day.

Each day, the menu of cakes, cookies, and sweet treats changed. Today was carrot cake, but tomorrow could be lemon drizzle, with possibly a scone. He liked that. He didn’t think he would, but it kept the variety he now loved.

Every day was exciting, which is why he had also started to come here daily. Apart from Sundays, the only day they were closed.

Glancing across the counter, he watched as Ava continued to serve coffee, chat with the customers, and just be her friendly self. He did have doubts, but his contact had told him to stop being so negative.

Ava Beckett was a regular twenty-four-year-old, with no record, no priors.

She graduated high school, moved out of her mother’s house two years ago.

She worked full-time at this place, and during the day, according to his contacts, she spent a great deal of time working on a sewing blog. On paper, Ava was just a normal girl.

She had nothing to worry about. No contacts that were dubious.

Her mother, Hazel, owned a freaking fabric shop, where her other daughter, Ava’s sister, Violet, worked.

While Ava had moved out, Violet still lived with her mother.

The in-depth report he got told him that Ava’s dad, Benjamin, had died of a stroke ten years ago.

He knew everything that was important to know, along with a lot of things he probably shouldn’t know. She earned a decent wage at this job. Working from five in the evening until midnight did pay a pretty penny.

The coffee shop could afford it. He looked into The Late-Night Coffee Shop, which was owned by Lauren Robinson, a qualified baker, outstanding in her field.

From what he could tell, she also catered a great deal of events and special occasions.

She was never seen in the coffee shop up front, only Ava, along with two other employees, who were part-time.

The place was a success with no ties to MC, Mafia, Cartel, or even the fucking Bratva. It was clean.

Pat knew he had to stop going because he didn’t want to put the shop at risk.

The patch he wore put a target on his back.

For a short time, he’d been the VP, but that had been a ruse to try and keep Grant alive.

Now, he was back to being Sergeant at Arms, which was more his style.

He kept to the rules and boundaries Bull and the club set.

No one stepped out of line and if they did, they answered to him. He took his role seriously.

No one was going to mess up on his watch.

It was a role he enjoyed. Grant’s place was always meant to be by Bull’s side.

Even though the brothers were a fucking nightmare and fought all the time, they were still brothers.

Bull would die for Grant, and although Grant didn’t show it much, he would die for Bull as well.

He knew both brothers would die for the club and every single member, but brothers were different.

This is why he loved the MC. He had his brothers and his family. Before he joined the military, he had been part of Chaos and Carnage MC. Joining up, serving his country, it was something he just had to do. When he got back and his time in the military was done, he came home.

Some people thought he was a good man. He wasn’t. Killing people in a war zone had come easy to him.

Chaos and Carnage MC had changed, but in essence, it wasn’t a good club. They were not good boys. They kept the town of Carnage clean, and that came at a cost.

Some people thought his nightmares were because of what happened in war. The truth was, it was at times because of shit he didn’t do.