Ignite the Flame: A Satan's Savages MC Novella #2 Read Online Free

car. But I’ve done it all with Steel by my side, and even though it’s been tough—I love him. I was coasting before I met Steel, just living life the way my parents thought I should. It was boring, mundane, it was one continuous blah. And thinking to what Amelia said about living with Mad Dog rings true to me—Steel makes me feel alive! There’s a buzz in the air, an electrical pulse when he’s near. It’s crazy, it’s dangerous, it’s scary and it will probably end up with me dead, but sometimes you have to take a chance, and to me, Steel is worth fighting for.
    I slap my hands back down on the sink and nod my head making my final decision.
    “I’m his, no matter what,” I say to my reflection in the mirror and smile at my dishevelled reflection as the bright yellow of the walls only builds the happiness of my mood. If anything, all Amelia’s talk has done is ignite the flame in my heart for Steel even more than before.
    I am his.
    He is mine.
    I’m in this…
    Completely!

 
    While Willow is busy ridding herself of the last two weeks of road trip from her skin. I’m in the kitchen sitting at the dining table while Mum demands she cooks us dinner, even though it’s just gone eleven fifteen at night. After arguing with her that it was too late to cook for the last ten minutes, my stomach growling made Mum’s mind up and now she’s busy at the stove cooking us a steak, fries, and eggs. The dinner of champions. Protein, fat, and iron, everything this aching body needs right now. Shaking my head as Petunia circles my legs, the aroma of sizzling beef wafts through my senses as I glance over to Mum, who’s happily working away over the stove.
    “It really is late to be cookin’ such a big me—”
    “Fuck off and let me spoil you.” She doesn’t even turn around to tell me off, just keeps cooking the ridiculously great smelling food.
    Petunia snorts and pushes into my leg letting me know she wants me to pick her up, so I lean down and pull her into my arms hugging her against my chest holding her like you would a cat or small dog. Running my fingers through the short hair on her head, she snorts almost like a purr as she nuzzles into me. She really is too fucking cute. Mum scoffs and I glance up to see her smirking at me and shaking her head.
    “What?”
    She chuckles. “You’re being a pussy.”
    I smile and curl up my lip. “Nah, she’s just as cute as fuck. The little bitch grows on you.”
    Mum laughs and turns back around continuing to cook. Looking at her, she hasn’t changed much, aged some, but she pretty much looks the same bar some more wrinkles.
    “I’ve missed you, Mum.”
    She exhales and turns to look at me with her soft eyes. She tilts her body to the side and nods. “I’ve missed you, too.”
    “Dad misses you, you know?”
    Her lips tighten into thin lines and her body stiffens as she stands taller taking in a deep breath. “Let’s not talk about him.”
    I purse my lips. “Do you miss him, too?”
    “Dylan!” she huffs slouching her posture. She swallows hard and her eyes glaze over. “Always.”
    Furrowing my eyebrows, I chew on the inside of my cheek. “Why did you leave then?”
    She huffs and shifts her weight on her hips to the other side and looks up to the ceiling. “You wouldn’t understand, Dylan. Just drop—”
    “Try me,” I interrupt really wanting to understand why.
    She exhales slumping her stature and looks right at me. Her eyes glassy and filling with unshed tears. “I couldn’t watch another son die. When you joined the club at sixteen and knowing you’d be heading into danger at every turn, I couldn’t watch you die too Dylan. I love you, I love your father, but if either of you were killed like your brothers, I couldn’t take it. I was a mess when they were taken from us. I’d rather live not knowing what’s happening with you than live my life knowing you were dead. If I don’t know, then in my eyes you’d still be alive. But I know one