Heart of Steel: A Satan's Savages MC Novel #1 Read Online Free Page B

ease your nerves. Also, drinking in a booth with some of my brothers sounded like a good idea to me.
    So now, I’m in a booth at Strapless, the local strip club with Jigsaw, Crash, Lookout, Behemoth, and Techie drinking and watching Lunar dancing up a storm on stage. It doesn’t get any better than this. I look over to the bar to see Vinnie, he’s the owner of Strapless and a Virginia Original First 7. Unfortunately, he’s had a stroke, so he can’t ride anymore. He bought the strip club when he had to step down from his duties, and he lets our club girls work here. He was wrecked when I told him about Ghost, being such old friends and a fellow original. So he’s suffering today just like we are.
    We don’t wear our cuts in here. Vinnie doesn’t like it, says it’s bad for business and we respect that, so we’re all here tonight cutless. Taking a long sip on my stein of beer, I notice two guys sitting down in the booth next to me. I didn’t even see them walk in, which is odd for me. I’m normally attuned to my surroundings. They’re both quite stocky and short, maybe not quite six foot and they’re looking around like they own the joint.
    News flash dicks, this is our place!
    These dicks who are now staring up at Lunar look suss, and if they start shit there will be hell to pay!
    Lookout is telling some sort of story and the other guys are laughing loudly, but I’m not paying too much attention while I’m watching these two to my right. I don’t need any more crap today. The guys laugh loudly again, and the two dicks look directly at us. I know we’re being loud, but their inspection of us is unsettling. My gaze sets hard and firm right on the stocky one. His dark eyes meet mine and we standoff.
    “What?” I grunt out.
    The guy smirks like he knows his leering is getting to me. He tilts his head up to Lunar, who swings around the pole effortlessly. “This bird belong to you, and your biker wannabes?”
    My laugh echoes over the lousy music, he really has me entertained. I shake my head and look back at my brothers, who luckily for him, haven’t heard this conversation.
    “You know, if my biker mates heard you speakin’ about them and our property like that they’d pull out their pieces and blow your skull off… Luckily we’ve done that enough today already, so I’m not in the mood to kill you for some error in judgement.”
    Both of the men’s eyes open wide as I pull up my shirt to show them, Wesley. Then their eyes follow down to where I lift up my leg and peel back my jeans to show my piece tucked into my boot. My heart gallops in a good way as I grin at the utter fear being displayed in their eyes. I love that I can cause that.
    I’m Dylan fucking McNamara.
    Steel to my brothers.
    I was born tough, I was raised tough, and I’ll die fucking tough.
    You don’t wanna fuck with me, little boys.
    “Shit! You’re actual bikers?” The other guy asks and the foot-in-mouth guy goes pale white.
    I smirk and nod at these two imbeciles.
    “Well shit dude, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean anything by it. I’ve just had a fucked day. Too much tequila and I ran my mouth. Sorry.”
    The desperation in his eyes is making me queasy. Rubbing my hands over my face, I shake my head standing up and walking over to them. They both flinch and cower back into their booth. The thought of them being scared of me pumps me full of adrenalin. But I’m not in the mood to kill them. I just wanna fuck with them a little.
    “Don’t suck up. Be a man! Buy me some tequila and we’ll call it even.” I plonk my aching body down next to him and wrap my arm along the back of the booth behind him. He looks at me cautiously like he thinks I’m about to snap his neck, so I smile and he nods while his mate calls over the waitress.
    “So buddy, talk to uncle Steel. Why’s your day so fucked up, huh? Need me to kill someone?” I joke but he swallows down hard and his eyes expand in shock. “Oh c’mon, I’m jokin’…