Page 194 of Savage Brothers MC: Tennessee Chapter

“Okay, baby.Stand back now and let me get up, deal?”I ask him, trying to smile, but knowing I mostly fail at that.

Ryan pulls away, moving so his body leans against the foot of the bed.I close my eyes, knowing this is going to hurt.Past experience has taught me that, but for some reason it seems to hurt more this time.But then, King had an audience.He tends to get inspired when others are watching, perhaps that is why.

It takes me three tries before I can stand.I use the wall to hold myself up, leaning heavily on it.My stomach is so sore and my hand automatically clutches against it.The back of my dress is open and torn.My back is burning and so inflamed the air is painful against it.

“Rory,” Ryan whispers, his voice trembling in terror.

For a minute I’m scared that my brother has come back.I look to the door, but it’s still closed.

“What is it, Ryan?”I ask, my brow furrowing with the question.

“You’re bleeding,” he whispers.

“I just need to get…” I stop when I notice where Ryan is staring.In a mixture of the pain, fear and trying to focus… I didn’t notice.I do now.I look down where my hand is holding my stomach and the splash of dark red blood has soaked into my dress.The wetness between my legs is there too.I cry out before I can stop myself, before I can worry about Ryan.

I cry out, because I know what this means.I know.

The reality of it…destroys me.

I’ve lost my baby.

Chapter9

King

“What in thefuck do you mean the FBI has taken over the area?How in the fuck did they find it?”

“Hell if I know, King.All I know is my contact on the MSPD called me and told me the Feds have swarmed the area where we dumped the body and torched the truck.”

“I’m surrounded by fucking idiots,” I growl.

If Chul gets wind of this, all of my damn hard work will have been for nothing.He won’t let someone who can’t even manage to dispose of a biker, who is as dumb as a bucket of shit, help run his operation.

This is my fucking father’s fault.When I killed him and took over the business, I saw his mistakes.He let age make him soft.The men I had at my disposal were idiots and so fucking sloppy it’s ridiculous.The only good thing he managed to do in years was fuck a woman whose father ran the Korean mob.Bastard wouldn’t let me into that chair, but having my stepbrother there is enough… It gives me the power I need, but to get access to all of it I need Chul to trust me more.

That won’t happen if I draw attention to the failure inside my own organization.Which is exactly why I’ve been trying to extricate my son, without making obvious moves.This fucking sucked, but I had no choice.Regardless, I have him now.I just hope it’s not too late to train him.

“Who was in charge of disposing of Cross’s body?”I ask, dragging my attention back to the shit-storm I have to deal with.

“Troy and Hunter,” Sanchez answers.

I curse under my breath, looking around my office for something to punch.I could probably take Sanchez, but then I’d have to kill the dumbass and I don’t have the patience to find someone who could actually follow a fucking order and dispose of a damn body without leaving a trail.

“I want their heads,” I bark.Their blood might be the only thing that makes me feel even a tiny bit better.

“Attached?”Sanchez asks.

“What in the hell do you think?”I ask, because that’s a pretty stupid question.

“I’ll take care of it.”

“Good and this time find someone fucking smart enough to torch the body too.Do you think that’s possible?”

Sanchez gives me a look, I can tell that I’m pissing him off, but I don’t give a damn.

“I’ll take care of it,” he says again.“Personally.”

“Please, for the love of all that is holy tell me that they at least made sure that fucker was dead before they left him.”

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