Savage
Istood with my ear close to the conference room door, nervously tapping my fingers against my thigh as I tried to eavesdrop on my brothers in the next room.
I couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and trepidation as I listened to them discuss my future with the club. I couldn’t hear everything—just a few random statements here and there, and it was making me a fucking mess.
“Yeah, I’ve mentioned that to him,” I heard my father grumble. “He didn’t agree.”
“I don’t either,” I heard Clutch interject. “You all saw him the night we went after the Demarco brothers. He was everything you’d expect a leader to be.”
“Clutch is right,” Smokey concurred. “He was on point. He always is, but we have no idea what the future holds for us. The whole new venture with Bruton could bring us a kind of heat that none of us have ever seen before. Are we sure he’s got the experience to...”
The walls felt like they were closing in on me.
Their decision could make or break me, and that wasn’t a good feeling.
All the sacrifices I’d made flashed through my mind, increasing the knot of tension in my shoulders.
As eager as I was to learn my fate, I couldn’t stand there for a second longer.
It was just too damn hard, so I stepped away from the door and headed out to my bike.
I kicked my leg over the seat and started the engine.
It roared to life beneath me, and after a cleansing deep breath, I pulled through the gate and out onto the open road.
As I leaned into the curves, the rhythmic hum of the engine helped to drown out the storm of thoughts that were raging inside my head.
I hadn’t been riding long when I found myself parked at the lookout—a place I always went whenever I needed to clear my head. I got off my bike and looked out at the ocean, taking in the salty breeze and the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks below.
I looked over my shoulder, and just like that, I could almost see my old pickup parked next to the rocks.
Londyn was sitting there with her long legs crossed. They were swinging back and forth as she sat next to me on the tailgate. We talked and laughed as we watched the light of the moon flicker over the waves.
It was something we’d done a million times.
The point was our special place.
It was where we’d fallen for one another and where we’d made love for the first time.
It wasn’t planned. We’d just stopped by on our way home from the movies.
The stars were shining bright, and there was a cool breeze as she nestled into the crook of my arm.
I loved having her so close, but it was hard to keep my hands off her.
I wanted her.
Hell, I’d been wanting her for months—since the night I took her to Prom, but the timing never seemed right.
I stood up, and after taking a few steps, I found myself standing in front of her, staring into those beautiful eyes of hers.
I wanted her so bad it hurt—literally. My growing erection was throbbing against the zipper of my jeans—just another sign of how much I burned for her, and seeing the way she was looking at me added fuel to the flame.
Londyn brought her hands up to my face and smiled. “I want to.”
“What?”
“I want to,” she pushed. “I’ve been wanting to, but I’ve been too nervous to say anything.”
“You never have to be nervous with me, Twinkles. It’s you and me against the world, remember?”
I lowered my mouth to hers, savoring the softness of her lips as they parted to welcome me in. She tasted like strawberries and sweet cream, and I couldn't help but moan into the kiss as our tongues tangled together. Her sweet taste was like a drug to me.
I couldn’t get enough, and I wanted more.
I could feel the hunger radiating off her as I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her closer.
A light moan vibrated through her chest as I deepened the kiss, my tongue tracing the seam of her lips before tangling with hers.
Her hands roamed eagerly over my chest, pulling me closer as we lost ourselves in the sensation.
We were both getting lost in the moment, and it was clear that we were both ready to take the next step. Before things went too far, I broke the kiss, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I asked, “You sure about this?”
“Yes, Malcomb.” There was a fierce hunger burning in her eyes as she told me, “I want this. I want you.”
Without another word, I guided her into the bed of the truck, where we’d put down several blankets and pillows.
I lay down next to her, feeling her shiver in anticipation.
I leaned in to kiss her again, slow and deep, savoring the feel of her lips against mine.
She moaned into the kiss, her body arching up against me.
I moved my hand down to the hem of her shirt, pulling it up slowly, revealing her soft skin inch by inch.
She lifted her arms up, and I broke the kiss, carefully pulling it over her head.
My eyes devoured the sight of her bare torso, the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts.
I leaned in to kiss her again, my hands roaming over her body, memorizing every curve and contour.
She whimpered softly as I kneaded her breasts through the fabric of her bra, her fingers digging into my back. I could feel the hunger and desire building between us, and at that moment, I knew I’d never forget the feeling.
And I hadn’t.
Not for one second.
It had haunted me for the past five years, making me wonder if I would ever find someone who made me feel the way she did.
I knew deep down that I never would, and that only added to my frustration.
I was really working myself up when my burner rang.
I pulled it out of my pocket, and my chest tightened when I saw that it was my father calling.
I let out a breath, then answered, “Yeah?”
“Where are you?”
“Out at the point.”
“Well, I’m gonna need you to get your ass back here ASAP.”
Even though I already knew the answer, I asked, “Why? What’s going on?”
“Just need you here.”
“Okay. I’ll be there in twenty.”
“Make it fifteen.”
With that, Dad ended the call, and my time at the point had come to an end. I started the engine, and without wasting any time, I made my way back to the clubhouse. As soon as I pulled through the gate, Riley came over to me and said, “They’re waiting for you in the conference room.”
I nodded, then got off my bike and headed to the back door.
As I started down the hall, I was hit with a mix of anxiety and dread.
I wanted to know what the brothers had decided, but then again, I didn’t.
For the time being, I still had hope that they’d voted me in as the new Satan’s Fury president, but once I walked through that door, I would no longer have that hope to hold onto.
Either way, I had to know what was waiting for me on the other side of that door.
When I walked in, all eyes were on me as I made my way over to my father.
His eyes met mine, and I knew right then and there that I hadn’t gotten the vote.
My heart sank to the pit of my stomach as the silence in the room grew heavier by the second.
I could feel the heavy weight of disappointment looming over me, threatening to consume my whole being.
“We had the vote,” he said, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Maverick has been named president.”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
I wasn’t surprised by their decision, and while it was impossible not to feel somewhat disappointed, deep down, I knew they’d made the right decision.
Maverick was a good man. He had an unmatched determination when it came to protecting the brotherhood, and the fact that he’d been my father’s right-hand man for years made him the natural successor for the presidency.
He would lead the club with honor and would protect our interests, ensuring the brotherhood remained strong against any adversity that might come our way.
After taking a moment to let the news sink in, I turned to our new president and said, “Congratulations, brother. It comes well-deserved.”
“Glad to hear you say that, Savage, ‘cause I couldn’t do it without you.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant until Dad placed his hand on my shoulder and said, “The brothers have chosen you as his VP.”
“Come again?”
“You’re my VP, brother.” I turned to Maverick, the club’s new president, and found him smiling like the Cheshire cat. “And I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have at my side.”
“Right back at ya, brother... And what about your sergeant at arms?”
“That’d be Torch.”
“Well, alright then.” I couldn’t hold back my smile as I told them, “I’d say we’re set.”
“That we are.”
As I stood there with my brothers, I felt the weight of honor settling on my shoulders.
These fierce, powerful men had chosen me as their VP, and that meant more to me than I could’ve ever imagined.
Fury was more than just some club. It was a way of life.
A brotherhood. Their vote was a testament to their trust and respect, and I’d never felt such a sense of belonging and camaraderie as I did at that moment—even more so than the day I’d first earned my patch.
It was that feeling that would fuel me to be the best VP I could possibly be.
Once I’d collected myself, I looked to my brothers and said, “I’m honored, and I give you my word that I won’t let you down.”
“We know you won’t. It’s why we chose you.”
Dad placed his hand on my shoulder, and his voice was strained as he said, “I’m proud of you, son.”
“Thanks, Pop.”
He gave me a nod, then turned to the others and said, “Boys, I’d say we have some celebrating to do.”
“Hell yeah, we do.”
The brothers came over to congratulate me, then, one by one, they slowly filed out of the room and headed down to the bar.
I held back, waiting to have a word with Maverick, Torch, and Wrath.
Once the room had cleared out, I stepped over to them and said, “I just wanted to tell you that I’m honored to have the opportunity to stand by your sides.
I’m here for you any way that you might need me. ”
“We feel equally honored,” Wrath, the club’s enforcer, chimed in. “You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, good instincts, just like your ol’ man. We know you’ll make the tough calls when they need to be made.”
These men, my brothers, had my back.
And I had theirs.
I meant it when I replied, “Ab-so-fucking-lute-ly.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear.” Maverick clapped his hand on my back. “Now, I’d say it’s time for us all to partake in a celebratory beverage, don’t ya think?”
“I couldn’t agree more.”
Torch and I followed Wrath and Maverick into the bar, and just as I expected, they were already celebrating.
I’d just grabbed a beer when I spotted Dad sitting in his spot next to Guardrail and Stitch.
I walked over and sat down across from him as I said, “Is it just me, or does all this feel a little surreal?”
“It’s not just you,” Dad answered. “We’re all feeling a bit dazed, but in a good way.”
“Agreed,” Stitch interjected. “The brothers chose well today.”
“That they did.” Guardrail lifted his beer in my direction as he said, “It’s not easy to step away from being VP, but knowing you’re the one they chose to fill my shoes makes it a bit easier.”
“Glad you feel that way.” I took a sip of my beer before adding, “I hope that means you’ll be willing to give me some advice from time to time.”
“You know I will.” Guardrail motioned his hand over to my father and Stitch. “We all will.”
“Good. I’m glad to hear it.” I looked over to my father as I said, “You didn’t think I was ready for president. Do you feel the same about VP?”
“No. Quite the opposite.” He sounded confident as he continued, “Being VP will give you the experience you’ll need for the day you take the reins. And before you ask, yes. I still believe that day will come.”
“No doubt about it,” Guardrail chimed in. “I just hope I’m still around to see it.”
“You and me both.”
Stitch stood as he announced, “I don’t know about you boys, but I need another beer.”
“I could use two,” Dad chuckled.
“You got it.”
Stitch headed over to the bar, and moments later, he returned with another round for all of us. As the night wore on, the drinks kept flowing, and I found myself feeling better and better about my new role. And as I looked around the bar, watching the chaos unfold, I thought I had it all.
I thought my future was set, and I couldn’t imagine wanting anything more.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.