Meltdown of Mad Dog (Satan's Savages MC Novel #4) Read Online Free

and I smile at my dog. He’s always been here, through thick and thin, and as I pat his head, I think of Amelia and the day she brought him and Cassius here for Steel and me. Wincing slightly at the loss of Cass and Steel, I swallow hard and continue walking outside into the compound and toward the metallic black Volkswagen Crafter.
    The blue moon shines brightly in the sky as we jump into the cage. Chops is staying behind in case anything happens and we get caught. I need someone here who can run this place if a shitstorm happens, and we’re arrested. But I don’t plan on letting that happen, I haven’t been arrested in the three decades I’ve been here, I’m not about to start now.
    “Remember, quick snatch and grab, Manson,” Chops reminds him as he grabs the side of the Crafter door.
    Manson nods not saying a word. For someone who’s sinister, he really doesn’t talk much. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever heard him talking. “Right Prez, call me when you’re on your way back,” Chops demands, and I nod.
    “Will do. Penetrator, let’s go.”
    Chops slides the door shut enclosing Manson, Acid and Blade in the back, ready to grab the girl as we do a drive by. The windows on the cage are the darkest tint they can possibly be for us to still see out of them and be legal. The plates are fake, so if anyone does see anything and reports them, they’re not traceable. All angles are covered, now to just pull it off.
    Bashing up women has never been my thing. But to get my point across, I’ll do anything to bring Papi in line and distributing. I need to find a way around the fucking Cartel because they’re royally fucking up every other avenue I have of distributing my eccys. I’ve already had to let the gun trade go because I can’t find a way to make that work. This is the only way I can keep cash coming into the club besides our sideline businesses, other than finding a legit business for our club to take over.
    Sure we have Strapless and the Gun Shop, but they’re not mine, they’re Vin’s and Frankie’s. They take most of the profits, we hardly see any of it, not enough to keep us going if we lose the drug money as well as the guns. We need finances, the club’s bleeding. As it is, the money coming in has dropped significantly already, it can’t fall anymore or I’m fucked. More of my brothers will walk, and if any more leave, this chapter will have to fold, and for me that would be sacrilegious. Virginia is the Original Chapter. I started the Satan’s Savages, there’s no club without me. 
    Penetrator starts the Crafter and pulls it into gear driving it toward the gate. Rover is on the gate full time, now that Sentinel obviously isn’t gatekeeping anymore. But I’ll have to find another man to help out, as Rover is struggling to keep himself focused. Being the only man in charge of the gate, eating, sleeping and practically pissing in the same place is a bitch of a job, and he doesn’t deserve that. So I need to find a shift change for him ASAP. I might have to put Manson up there for a while when he isn’t on jobs with me. He doesn’t do much around the club, except fuck the club whores and drink the bar dry, so I think spending some time in the lookout post will suit him just fine.
    Rover opens the gate, and it slides much easier since we had the new one installed. Having the old one blown up by the 5113ers was a blessing in disguise, I suppose. It forced me to finally update the rickety old fucker. Penetrator pulls out onto the road, and we start our track down toward the beach. It’s a fair drive, so we have some time to run through the plan. Turning in my seat, I look back into the open expanse of the van to see Acid talking to Blade, and Manson is staring at the cage door. He lives in his own world.
    “Oi, listen up,” I call out and they all turn to look at me. “So we’ll find the girl. Penetrator will pull up next to her. Manson, get ready. As Acid pulls open the door, you