Stung by Stealth: A Satan's Savages MC Novel #3 Read Online Free
Author: K E Osborn
Stealth and Sentinel. Bring them in so I can meet them. Women bashing isn’t that big of a deal. They probably deserved it… stupid bitches.”
Furrowing my brows at Mad Dog’s derogatory comments, I glance at Lookout, who’s also furrowing his brows. I look to Techie, and he has the same look on his face too. That bit of news doesn’t sit well with most of the guys here.
“So if that’s all we have to discuss, church is adjourned.” Mad Dog bangs his gavel, the crash of wood hitting wood, blasts like thunder through the room. Everyone stands up, so I follow suit and take a deep breath not liking how Mad Dog has changed since Steel’s departure.
The room quickly vacates. As I go to leave, I stride up to Lookout and nudge into his side. He looks at me and smiles wide.
“Hey, fucker.”
“Hey. Has Mad Dog always been okay with violence against women?”
Lookout frowns and shakes his head pursing his lips like he’s pissed off. “I don’t know. All I know is he better not touch any fucken woman I’m involved with.”
I smirk and raise an eyebrow. “You’re involved with women?” I tease.
He pulls back and then pushes me on my chest forcing me back a step as I chuckle. “Fuck off motherfucker. You’re an arsehole. You know what this motherfucker does to arseholes?”
I smile and shake my head shrugging, waiting for the inevitable answer.
“I pound ‘em so hard then I lick ‘em all better. Rub ‘em with some baby oil and slap ‘em again till their nice and red. How’d you like that, hey?” Lookout nods his head like he’s proud of his comeback, as I smirk at him. He strides off looking like a meathead with his arms out to his sides, strutting his stuff.
He really is a strange one.
He sure told me!
Chuckling to myself, I stroll back out to the bar to get a drink. I need one. My head is all over the place. I need to focus. Get my mind on the job. It’s just so hard when you love these guys, the brothers you ultimately have to bring down.
Chapter Two
It’s the day after we voted Chops in as VP. To celebrate, Mad Dog has brought us all out to the local gun range for target practice. It’s an indoor range, and we’ve been here a couple of hours. The place is booked out to the club, and we’re in the indoor target area—all just hanging around after a set of shooting, talking and having a break before another round.
“I can’t believe I got so many right in the cock,” Crash says holding up his sheet of the man showing all the bullet holes which are right in the groin area. I chuckle to myself as the others punch him in the arm and rough him up a bit. Ryder grabs his earmuffs, which are wrapped around his neck, pulling on one side and letting it go forcing it to snap back quickly slapping his neck with a thud.
“Ouch! Fuck! You cock head!”
We all chuckle as he rubs his neck and shoves Ryder with his other hand. Techie smirks widely then looks back to Crash. “You know Crash, I’m not sure they have the proper ventilation where you’ve been standing.”
Crash furrows his brows and shakes his head. “What do you mean?”
Techie looks up to the ceiling. “Well, when a gun range has proper ventilation it pulls the smoke and lead particles away from the shooting line, and discharges them from the building to minimise the risk of lead poisoning.”
Crash shakes his head and pouts. “So?”
“Well, when the range lacks proper ventilation, you can be exposed to lead dust from bullets or cartridge primers. It can permeate the skin or clothing or worse, be inhaled. I think you might be getting lead poisoning, Crash.”
Crash’s face drops instantly to a pale white. “Oh, shit, really? I do feel a bit hotter than normal and my throat’s a bit dry. Shit!”
Shaking my head, I punch a smirking Techie in the arm. He chuckles and shakes his head. “Fuck, it sounds like a mild case of hypochondria. Hopefully, that’ll settle down given time.”
I burst out laughing as do
Furrowing my brows at Mad Dog’s derogatory comments, I glance at Lookout, who’s also furrowing his brows. I look to Techie, and he has the same look on his face too. That bit of news doesn’t sit well with most of the guys here.
“So if that’s all we have to discuss, church is adjourned.” Mad Dog bangs his gavel, the crash of wood hitting wood, blasts like thunder through the room. Everyone stands up, so I follow suit and take a deep breath not liking how Mad Dog has changed since Steel’s departure.
The room quickly vacates. As I go to leave, I stride up to Lookout and nudge into his side. He looks at me and smiles wide.
“Hey, fucker.”
“Hey. Has Mad Dog always been okay with violence against women?”
Lookout frowns and shakes his head pursing his lips like he’s pissed off. “I don’t know. All I know is he better not touch any fucken woman I’m involved with.”
I smirk and raise an eyebrow. “You’re involved with women?” I tease.
He pulls back and then pushes me on my chest forcing me back a step as I chuckle. “Fuck off motherfucker. You’re an arsehole. You know what this motherfucker does to arseholes?”
I smile and shake my head shrugging, waiting for the inevitable answer.
“I pound ‘em so hard then I lick ‘em all better. Rub ‘em with some baby oil and slap ‘em again till their nice and red. How’d you like that, hey?” Lookout nods his head like he’s proud of his comeback, as I smirk at him. He strides off looking like a meathead with his arms out to his sides, strutting his stuff.
He really is a strange one.
He sure told me!
Chuckling to myself, I stroll back out to the bar to get a drink. I need one. My head is all over the place. I need to focus. Get my mind on the job. It’s just so hard when you love these guys, the brothers you ultimately have to bring down.
Chapter Two
It’s the day after we voted Chops in as VP. To celebrate, Mad Dog has brought us all out to the local gun range for target practice. It’s an indoor range, and we’ve been here a couple of hours. The place is booked out to the club, and we’re in the indoor target area—all just hanging around after a set of shooting, talking and having a break before another round.
“I can’t believe I got so many right in the cock,” Crash says holding up his sheet of the man showing all the bullet holes which are right in the groin area. I chuckle to myself as the others punch him in the arm and rough him up a bit. Ryder grabs his earmuffs, which are wrapped around his neck, pulling on one side and letting it go forcing it to snap back quickly slapping his neck with a thud.
“Ouch! Fuck! You cock head!”
We all chuckle as he rubs his neck and shoves Ryder with his other hand. Techie smirks widely then looks back to Crash. “You know Crash, I’m not sure they have the proper ventilation where you’ve been standing.”
Crash furrows his brows and shakes his head. “What do you mean?”
Techie looks up to the ceiling. “Well, when a gun range has proper ventilation it pulls the smoke and lead particles away from the shooting line, and discharges them from the building to minimise the risk of lead poisoning.”
Crash shakes his head and pouts. “So?”
“Well, when the range lacks proper ventilation, you can be exposed to lead dust from bullets or cartridge primers. It can permeate the skin or clothing or worse, be inhaled. I think you might be getting lead poisoning, Crash.”
Crash’s face drops instantly to a pale white. “Oh, shit, really? I do feel a bit hotter than normal and my throat’s a bit dry. Shit!”
Shaking my head, I punch a smirking Techie in the arm. He chuckles and shakes his head. “Fuck, it sounds like a mild case of hypochondria. Hopefully, that’ll settle down given time.”
I burst out laughing as do