Saints MC Box Set: Books 1-3

Prologue

VIPER

Looking around the empty room, I wonder what in the fuck I’m supposed to do now?

Today was a lot harder than I thought it would be.

Nobody prepares you for when your kid grows up and moves out on her own.

Sadie’s happy with her new apartment. That must count for something.

As her old man, I ain’t taking it quite as well.

I never intended to become a parent in the first place, much less have to raise Sadie alone.

But I fucked up when I trusted a club girl because I was young and dumb, and she wound up pregnant.

She thought that when she poked holes in all my rubbers and turned up pregnant, I would make her my old lady.

But that wasn’t ever going to happen. I hated the bitch for trying to trap me, but I didn’t want her to die.

Unfortunately, that’s exactly what happened when she went into labor with Sadie.

Something happened, and what should have been a routine delivery turned into an emergency c-section, and while they were able to get Sadie out safely, they weren’t able to save her mother.

This meant that whether I was ready or not, I was the only one left to raise my daughter. It wasn’t always easy, but we survived.

After eighteen years of doing the single dad thing, I’m now left with an empty, quiet house, and I have no idea what I’m supposed to do with myself.

It could be worse. Sadie could be in another state, where I’d have no way of keeping tabs on her, and not just on the other side of town.

But I still worry, which is why I have Kidd shadowing her.

I need to know someone is watching out for her and will keep her safe.

He better not fuck up and get distracted by college girls if he wants to earn his patch.

Taking a deep breath, I look around her room one more time before finally closing the door with the realization that my kid has grown up. Checking the time on my phone, I see that it’s only 9 pm. Fuck, it’s too early to go to bed.

Viper: Where are you?

Sparrow: Clubhouse. Where are you?

Viper: OMW

Walking into the clubhouse, I hold up a finger, signaling Pipe to bring me a beer as I sit down next to Sparrow at the bar. As the cold Bud is set in front of me, Pipe asks, “Lost without Sadie, aren’t ya, Prez?”

“You have no fucking clue, brother,” I answer, tipping the bottle back and savoring the rich flavor.

“Finish your beer, and come on,” Sparrow says, finishing his and tossing the empty bottle into the trash barrel behind the bar.

“You break fucking glass behind the bar, and you’re cleaning it up.

You ain’t making a prospect do it for you either.

” I’m forty-two years old, and I swear dealing with these guys makes me feel every fucking one of them.

Chugging down the rest of my beer, I hand the empty to Pipe and follow my VP outside, all the while wondering if I really want to go wherever the hell he’s taking me.

Climbing on my bike, I see that this is going to be a group outing, considering how Rock, Storm, and Knox are idling, waiting to follow us wherever we go.

Everyone is needing to get out of here for the night since we’ve all been working our asses off moving product up the coast. With the new chapter in Kingston set to open sometime this year, our runs are only going to increase.

“All right, brother. Lead the way.” I fire up my bike and pull out of the parking lot.

Sparrow moves in beside me, and the rest of my men fall into formation.

Fifteen minutes later, we’re pulling into the parking lot of Heaven’s Door, the strip joint we own.

Not exactly where I was expecting Sparrow to take me, but why the fuck not, I suppose.

This is just as good as any other place in town to drink, not to mention the view is much nicer too.

Looking around at all the cars filling up our parking lot, I see that HD must be at full capacity tonight.

The club turns a good profit, but its primary purpose is to clean our money.

Our name may be the Miami Saints, but there isn’t a fucking thing saintly about us.

As soon as we’ve parked in the Saints VIP parking, Sparrow jumps off his bike, eager to get inside.

I’m starting to wonder if this trip was for me or if Sparrow just wanted to stop by and fuck the stripper he bangs on the regular.

The man has a thing for the talent that we keep employed here.

Climbing off my bike, I head inside, nodding at Big John as I pass the line of customers waiting to get inside.

HD employs some of the most beautiful women in Miami, which means there’s always a line out the door, and we sell a lot of fucking liquor too.

We try to keep our businesses as clean as a 1% club can, but some of the ladies, or Angels as we’ve dubbed them, offer special services to VIP customers.

That’s only after the clients are thoroughly vetted by Dexter, our resident hacker.

The club takes a small cut since we’re taking a lot of the risks in allowing it in the first place.

Most of the girls don’t participate in that type of activity, though, which is what I prefer.

We aren’t running a brothel. Our ladies make a lot of cake working here but love the thrill of fucking a celebrity who pops in or an athlete in town for an away game.

Others get off on thinking they can bring a biker to heel like the woman my VP fucks with.

I’m pretty sure Sparrow’s bitch just wants to be an old lady, but that’s not my fucking business, so I stay out of it.

I cross my arms, push my shoulders back, and feel a sense of pride at how far we’ve come in the last ten years.

When we opened Heaven’s Door, we put a lot of thought into privacy.

Our three VIP areas are completely separate from the main floor.

Each with its own server, bar, and lounge area for whatever our clients may fancy.

Nothing was spared, which was mainly for our benefit because my guys frequent HD quite often.

Walking up the stairs and into the Saints' private VIP section, I move around the table and sit in the chair in the corner so that my back is to the wall. Jenna, one of our waitstaff, comes over with a bottle of Patrón and a round of beers for the table. “Thanks, darlin’,” I tell her, handing her a fifty-dollar bill and watching her ass as she leaves.

The lighting up here is minuscule, except for the thin black, purple, and pink tube lights that make the color of naked flesh pop, another tool to aid in the fantasy we’re selling.

Sparrow grabs the Patrón, fills five shot glasses, and slides them across the table. “Drink up motherfuckers, ‘cause here comes the entertainment,” he says, looking at me and grinning mischievously.

No sooner have I thrown back my shot, the heat working its way to my belly expertly, do four of our Angels saunter through the curtains.

I watch as the redhead goes straight to Sparrow like a heat-seeking missile.

This must be his go-to girl when he’s here.

Movement behind the curtain catches my attention, and a heartbeat later another one of our Angels glides through, and my cock instantly hardens in appreciation for the raven-haired beauty.

Fuck, she’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

She has to be around five foot ten, maybe five foot eleven, no more than a buck thirty, and has curves meant for seduction.

This Latina is a fucking goddess, and I’m not leaving here tonight without fucking her.

My eyes are glued to her as she takes to the stage, her subtle curves a picture of perfection as her hips roll and dip in perfect harmony to the music thumping through the speakers.

Under the spotlights, her skin is unblemished tan silk that makes my mouth hunger for a taste.

I know nothing of choreography, but her beauty is flawless, making every move prettier and more seductive than the last. Our eyes lock as she drops to a crouch, her long legs spread wide in my direction as she runs her hands provocatively up her torso, slowly caressing gorgeous full breasts on her journey north.

I chew the inside of my lip and recline further in my chair in anticipation of what she’ll do next.

When the tempo picks up, she takes to the pole swinging and twirling around it with the precision of an acrobat.

I’m lost as she watches me, watching her, putting on a show that’s just for me.

My heart skips a beat when she works her lithe body to the top.

One false move and the drop would be bone-shattering.

She’s fearless as the music crescendos. She slides down, dropping almost to the floor before catching herself and bending her flexible body in my direction.

My cock is hard as steel when the song finally comes to an end, and the siren has me under her spell.

“Prez, I’d like to introduce you to Vixen.

She may be one of our Angels here at Heaven’s Door, but with a body like that, Sin is her middle name.

And tonight, she’s all yours to corrupt.

” Sparrow throws his head back and laughs when he catches the look on my face.

Oh, I’m going to fucking corrupt her, all right.

As she glides closer, my eyes stay glued to her every move.

Her hips are swaying like she hasn’t a care in the world.

She may be playing a role here for our customers, but this isn’t an act.

She’s a natural seductress. It’s those bedroom eyes, her perfect hourglass shape, and the sway of her hips.

That’s all the persuasion a man needs to never look away.