Blaydes Betrayal (Savage Saints MC Book 2) Read online

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Epilogue

  Blayde’s Betrayal

  Savage Saint’s MC #2

  J. Lynn Lombard

  Copyright 2019

  Cover Design Bite Me Graphics

  This book is a work of fiction. References to real people, events, establishments, organizations, or locations are intended only to provide authenticity and are fictitious. All other characters and all incidents and dialogue are created in the author's imagination and are not real. Do not copy, reproduce or quote anything without the author's approval beforehand. The author reserves any and all rights to the book and the interaction between all characters involved.

  Warning,

  This book contains mature content and is not suitable for everyone. If you enjoy reading about Alpha males along with action, adventure and drama, please continue. This book might give you triggers. If you can’t handle death, torture or anything else along those lines, put the book down, back the fuck away and go play in the fields with your unicorns and rainbows. This book isn’t intended for the weak of hearts.

  If you’re still here, Thank you for taking a chance on me and welcome to my world of Savage Saints….

  Never give up on your dreams. Always love with everything you have today because tomorrow isn’t promised. Forgive those who have done you harm, but never forget.

  Keep it Real.

  Prologue

  Blayde–3 years ago

  Walking hand in hand with the woman who means the world to me, we exit the run-down movie theater onto the dirty, dark streets of Detroit and head toward the Savage Saints MC club. I have no idea what movie we watched, but it’s what she wanted to do tonight so that’s what we did. Monica and I argued earlier about walking instead of taking my bike. Now, as the dark night clings around us, I wish I didn’t listen to her and brought it.

  I met Monica a year ago and we’ve been together on and off ever since. We care for each other, but she wants me to put her before the MC. She doesn’t understand the club comes first. It always comes first. That’s one of the biggest fights we will continue to have until she learns.

  Shadows dance around us, making me on edge. We cross a decrepit apartment building and there are a group of guys wearing red bandanas standing around the courtyard. I have on my Savage Saints cut but some people don’t give a shit who we are. Not in this neighborhood anyway. We’re in the rougher section of Detroit. The cops won’t even step foot here unless they have backup. One guy approaches the thick metal fence separating us. He’s around my height with dark skin, wearing a black wife beater and black jeans. His red bandana wraps around his tattooed covered arm. He matches our pace, stride for stride, causing my restlessness to slither toward the surface. Monica’s hand clutches mine tighter and we pick up our pace.

  “Hey, baby. Why don’t you come join us and have some real fun?” The asshole taunts Monica. She keeps her head down, shielding her face under her dark veil of hair. My free hand slides into my cut resting on my .40 caliber Glock, nestled in its holster. I watch the guy from the corner of my eye. I know Monica doesn’t like violence but I’m not letting these assholes get away with taunting and teasing her.

  “Come on, baby. I know you like it rough. I’ll bet this wanna-be biker bitch can’t make you scream the way I can.” He motions his hips back and forth, fucking the air.

  Monica inhales a sharp gasp, the fear radiating off her in waves. I’ve had enough of this motherfucker. I stop walking and turn to confront him. He’s grinning like he just won the lottery. “What are you going to do about it, biker bitch?”

  I wave my hand, motioning him to step closer to the fence. He grips the black metal, his fingers threading through the bars. I release Monica’s hand and step closer to the fuckhead. Reaching through the bars, I grip the back of his skull before he can react. His face presses between the bars, leaving angry red welts on his face.

  “Do you realize who I am?” Rage is vibrating through my veins. I clutch his head tighter and hair rips from his scalp when he tries pulling back. “It doesn’t matter. Understand this though. I prefer to play with my victims. I like to carve them up and watch their bodies bleed out. I enjoy taking my time reveling in the fear as you piss your pants and pray for mercy. Only thing is, I don’t forgive, nor do I forget. Just when you think there’s hope and I’ll let you leave; I’ll slice your skin wide open. Splitting you from sternum,” I reach for my switchblade in my pocket, flipping it open with one hand. I lay it at the douche bags throat. “To groin. Then when you assume you can’t deal with any more pain, I’ll bring a whole new definition to the word.” I drag my blade down the asshole’s stomach, feeling his body tense under my grip. “You hear me, big boy?” I press his face deeply into the bars, reveling in the way he struggles against me.

  “Hey man. I’m just having some fun.” His voice trembles in fear.

  “Blayde, baby. Can we leave please?” Monica’s tiny voice asks behind me. She’s tugging on my cut, trying to get me away from this asshole.

  “You’re lucky tonight. Remember, the next time you want to fuck with a Savage Saint, what I told you.” I growl low enough only he can hear me. I release him and he falls back, clutching his throat. Anger is brewing in his eyes.

  “Don’t walk alone, Blayde.” He threatens. “See ya around, baby. We’ll meet again.” He winks at Monica and turns around, heading back to his boys standing around the middle of the courtyard.

  “Blayde, please. Take me home.” Monica grabs my hand and pulls me away from the fucker before I run after him and deliver my promise.

  I wrap my arm around her slender shoulders, leading her toward her apartment building. Guilt eats away at me for letting her see that side of me. She doesn’t know what I do for the Savage Saints and she’d hate it even more than she does now.

  We walk up the steps to her dingy, run-down apartment building and I open the door, letting her through first. She unlocks the four deadbolts on her door before pushing it open with her shoulder. Monica walks in, flips on the lights and I follow, shutting the door behind me and locking it.

  What am I doing with a woman who wants me to choose her over my club? Why do I keep going back to her when I know what she wants?

  Monica lives in a tiny studio apartment deep in the city of Detroit. There’s a small kitchen to my left and living room/bedroom in front of me. No pictures of her family grace her walls. She doesn’t like to talk about them and I never asked. She acts like a timid little mouse when we go out, but I know she’s tough. I can see it in her eyes.

  Monica yanks her t-shirt over her head so that her bra covered breasts are exposed. She slides the zipper down on her jeans and slowly shimmies out of them. She’s standing in front of me in only her bra and matching lace panties. My cock springs to life at the sight of her sexy body.

  “Hey, baby. Let me take your mind off what just happened.” Monica’s voice is soft and seductive. I lean against the wall watching her. She struts ov
er and lowers herself to her knees on the dingy, frayed carpet. Monica’s light brown eyes look up at me through her long black lashes. She unbuckles my belt, pops the button on my jeans and pulls the zipper down. My cock is hard as steel begging for relief. This sexy as fuck woman wanting to go down on me is a wet dream come true. She palms my aching cock through my black boxer briefs. A moan escapes past my lips and I throw my head back. Monica pulls my thick, heavy cock out and wraps her plump lips around it, taking me as deep as she can. I hit the back of her throat and she gags. I grip her brown hair in one hand and fuck her mouth hard and fast. She grips my balls with one palm and her other trails down her stomach into her panties, playing with herself as she sucks me off. It’s rough, dirty and everything I need right now. Fire races down my spine and I know I’m close.

  “Fuck baby, suck it like you want it.” I growl. Monica hollows out her cheeks, sucking me harder and taking my cock as deep as she can. Right before I explode into her mouth, I pull her off me and pick her up. Ripping her panties off, I plunge into her heat. I turn us around so her back is against the wall and drive into her hard and fast. Moans and groans fill the quiet apartment. The smell of sex and sweat drive me on. Monica lets out a string of curses as her pussy tightens down around me. We both reach our peaks quickly and I explode inside of her.

  Once we both come down from our orgasms, I carry her to her bed and lay her down. I shuffle out of my clothes, folding my cut and laying it on her dresser. I lay down next to her and wrap my arms around her slender body.

  “Blayde,” Monica asks into the darkness.

  “Yeah, baby.”

  She hesitates, taking a deep breath before continuing. “Have you ever thought about kids? How you would raise them if you did have them? Would you leave the club? Raise them there?”

  “Why all the questions, Monica?”

  “I don’t know. Just something I’ve been wondering lately.” She shrugs her slender shoulders. “Will you ever leave Savage Saints?”

  I groan. It’s the same fight we have daily. “No, Monica. I won’t leave my brothers. My father. We’ve talked about this repeatedly. Why do you keep bringing it up? Why can’t we have a night together without you trying to get me to leave my club?”

  “I just want you safe. I want you to love me the way I love you.” Tears slip down her cheeks and I brush them away.

  “I love you, Monica. I love you with all I have. But one thing I will not do is betray my club. They saved my life. Why can’t you see that? Why can’t you accept they are my family?” I’m getting pissed now.

  “Because it doesn’t feel like you do. You can’t tell me anything. You can’t talk to me. I want there to be no secrets between us.”

  I can’t do this again. I remove Monica from my chest and get up. I slide my jeans and t-shirt back on. I sit on the bed and slip my riding boots on.

  “Where are you going?” The desperation in her voice is breaking my heart.

  “I have to go. I can’t keep having this same song and dance with you, Monica.” I turn and grip her cheek gently. “When you’re ready to accept my life and the way I live it, come find me. I do love you with everything I have. I want to be with you, but I won’t choose. If you love me the way you say you do, you won’t make me choose because I’ll choose the club every time. I’ll choose my brothers, every fucking time.” I kiss her lips gently. “You mean the world to me, Monica, but I refuse to choose. I would never make you do the same.” My heart shatters into a million pieces as she sits there on her bed not saying a word. I stand up, slip on my cut and walk to her door.

  “Stay safe and I love you.” I say before walking out the door. Monica doesn’t respond and I know she’s hurting as much as I am.

  I walk quickly down her apartment building stairs and into the warm summer night. The breeze picks up a little and a sense of dread washes over me. I can’t shake what it is or why.

  I arrive at the Savage Saints MC clubhouse an hour later. Patch whores are milling around, drinking and smoking. Loud music blares from the speakers in the living room, making my brain rattle from the bass. I make my way to the kitchen ignoring them all eye fucking me. The sense of dread never went away the further I got from Monica’s building. I grab a beer from the refrigerator, pop the top and down half of it in one long guzzle, letting the cold liquid soothe my throat and coat my stomach.

  Kayne comes flying into the kitchen like his ass is on fire and stops dead in his tracks when he takes one look at me. “Come on brother, let’s go outside.”

  I toss my empty beer bottle in the sink and grab two more from the refrigerator. Both for me. Kayne doesn’t drink anymore and I’m proud of the way he’s handling his sobriety. We take a seat on the steps leading into the backyard. Kayne lights up a smoke and hands it to me. I take it from him, inhaling the burn into my lungs. Kayne lights another one for himself. We sit in peace, enjoying our cigarettes, me enjoying my beers.

  “What happened this time,” Kayne finally asks, flicking his butt into the paint can turned ashtray in front of us.

  “Same shit. She wants me to leave the club. Asking if I had kids, how would I raise them. I’m fucking twenty-one years old. Why in the fuck would I be thinking about that?” The whole conversation replays in my mind and I’m turning angrier by the second.

  I grip my beer bottle tight in my hands, surprised it doesn’t crack under the pressure. “We had a great night. Went to dinner, watched some stupid chick flick she wanted to see. Went back to her apartment and fucked. Then she brings that up. I had to leave.”

  “What did you tell her?” Kayne asks. No judgment, no worry in his voice. He will make a strong president one day.

  “I told her I’d never leave the club. Club comes first and she will either accept that or move on.” I take a long pull of my beer. “I’m not changing who I am for some pussy. She can either accept me for me or move on.”

  “Could she be pregnant and that’s why she’s asking these things?” Kayne asks. I stop mid drink and almost choke on my beer.

  “No. No way. She can’t be.” I shake my head violently.

  “Maybe, maybe not. But you’ll have to figure that out. If she is, you will take care of it. If she isn’t, cut your losses and move on.” Kayne slaps me on the back. “Now, I’m gonna hit the bed. Come get me if you need me.” He stands up and runs his hands through his blonde shaggy hair. He turns and heads inside.

  What the fuck?

  How can this happen?

  What if Monica is pregnant?

  All of these questions plague my mind. I pick up my phone several times throughout the night. I’m tempted to call her but think better of it. I didn’t sleep the entire night. I sat out on the back porch. My ass is asleep from sitting on the hard wood. My back is aching. I stretch my arms, popping my spine, when my phone rings. It’s piercing the quiet morning light. Monica’s name flashes on the screen and I ignore it. I don’t want to deal with her right now. Not with the lack of sleep I’ve had and my temper on the short side. I pick my ass up and stumble into the house. Making my way to my room, I face plant onto my mattress, letting sleep overtake me.

  Chapter 1

  Blayde–Present

  Warm slender fingers lightly caress my stomach muscles, waking me up from a deep sleep. Last night I made a deal with the devil in a suit. A man who runs this town and everyone in it. With the warehouse going up in flames six months ago and the cops sniffing around, I felt like we were backed into a corner and had no choice. Cahal McKenna might be Poison’s uncle, but this is his business and he wants his shipments. If we don’t figure out a plan to move the guns and drugs soon, he will remove us from the job and we need the money.

  The Savage Saints bar is doing exceptionally well and Poison turned the Deadly Sins strip club into a dance studio, making legit money for the club. She’s filled her roll in the club easily, bringing in more income. Her and Kayne are doing remarkably well together. She’s keeping him on his toes and he’s so in love with her,
sometimes it makes me gag.

  I’ve walked in on them several times throughout the clubhouse. Now we have an unwritten rule to make your presence known before walking blindly into a room. You never know what position either of them will be in. Now that the threat of The Black Destroyers is gone, Kayne and Poison can’t keep their hands off each other.

  Slender fingers ghost over my stomach muscles again, reminding me what woke me up. A groan rips from my throat. How long has it been since I’ve gotten off? Several months by the way my dick is rising to the occasion. Vanilla wafts in the air and my cock is at full mast.

  I turn my head to the right and Siren, the one woman I can’t get off my mind, is sleeping soundly next to me. This woman, with her long jet black hair, green eyes that pierce right into my heart and a sinful body, confuses the fuck out of me. One day she’ll be all over me and the next she’s cold as ice. Something is going on with her but she won’t tell anyone. One thing she won’t do is sleep alone. She’s been in my bed every night for the last six months. We’ve never fucked but came damn close a few times.

  I know being with The Deadly Sins, the club her and Poison were in, wasn’t a pleasant experience for either of them. Drex, who Poison thought was her father, but actually wasn’t, is an egotistical, narcissistic asshole who should have died in the fire that destroyed the whole club. Somehow he escaped. Now we’re on a manhunt looking for him. Drex shot Stryker at our repair shop, who’s now fully recovered and broader than ever. I thought him and Holly would actually make it and confess how they feel about each other but now that he’s healed, he’s gone back to his old ways and she’s pushing him away even more. And Siren, she flips out if a patch whore comes on to me, but when things get heated between us, she pulls away. I’ve dealt with one crazy bitch in my life when I was younger, I don’t need or call for another one.

  Carefully, I lift Siren’s hand off my stomach and slide out of bed trying not to wake her. I walk into the bathroom, shut the door and flip on the light. Looking into the mirror above the sink, I lean forward resting my hands on the countertop. The figure staring back at me is a man who’s lost. A man who cares for a woman but won’t let her get too close even though I crave her. The last time I let a woman get close she crushed my heart and disappeared without a word to anyone, leaving a ton of questions unanswered.