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Savage Kings MC - South Carolina
Box Set #1
Lane Hart
D.B. West
Contents
Roman (Book 1)
Foreword
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
Epilogue
Winston (Book 2)
Synopsis
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
Epilogue
Verek (Book 3)
Synopsis
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
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Epilogue
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About the Authors
Roman (Book 1)
Copyright
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WARNING: THIS BOOK IS NOT SUITABLE FOR ANYONE UNDER 18. IT CONTAINS SEXUALLY AND PHYSICALLY VIOLENT SCENES THAT MAY BE A TRIGGER FOR SOME INDIVIDUALS.
Foreword
Roman is the first book in the Savage Kings MC of South Carolina series, a spinoff from the original Savage Kings and it can be read as a stand-alone.
If you’re a fan of the original Savage Kings then you may remember that Roman is the president of his chapter from his brief appearance in Cedric’s book.
If you have not yet read the original Savage Kings, the complete twelve book series is available on Amazon and it’s FREE to read with Kindle Unlimited:
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Prologue
Roman McNamara
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Five Years Ago…
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Camp Leatherneck, Afghanistan
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Tired of tossing and turning in my bunk, I give up on the attempt at sleep and head outside for some fresh air. There’s a cloud of smoke being blown to tatters by the cool night wind, meaning someone is already out here. I don’t smoke much, but a cigarette does sound good right about now. I saw some things out on patrol today I’d really like a way to forget.
“Can’t sleep either?” my friend, Adam, asks while offering me his pack and lighter.
“Nope. So, what’s keeping you up?” I ask as I fumble a bent cigarette out of the badly crumpled package.
He takes a deep pull and then blows it out before answering. “Tomorrow’s my anniversary.”
“Congrats. I mean, I’m assuming you mean your wedding anniversary. Did you get your wife anything?”
He’s silent for several seconds. “Do you believe in soulmates?”
“Soulmates?” I repeat with a chuckle. “What the hell are you smoking over there?” I joke.
“I’m serious,” he says, taking another drag from his cigarette and blowing the smoke out of his mouth into a little cloud between us.
“Do I believe in soulmates? I dunno, man. Maybe, for some people.”
“That’s only because you haven’t met yours yet,” Adam explains. “You’ll know when you do. One day you realize you would give them the world without asking for anything in return. It’s the person you want to just talk to for hours about all the stupid shit and big shit in your life. I’m talking the kind of love that doesn’t break, doesn’t bend.”
“Man, you have been awake too long, or this place is starting to get to you,” I tell him with a good-natured grin. “We’re out here sweating our balls off every day in this desert, most of us thinking about who wants to shoot us, or how bad our feet hurt. You’re over here daydreaming some Romeo and Juliet shit. Something about this place put some romance in you?”
“Trust me, it ain’t this place making me think about it,” Adam says, smiling back at me. “Like I said, it’s my anniversary with Charlotte coming up. I’m just missing her, you know, and thinking about how perfect we are together.” He must be worried I’m going to pick on him some more; because after explaining himself, he lapses into silence.
I think his words over for a few moments while I look around our base camp, until I see him stomp out his cigarette. “I guess you could say my parents are soulmates,” I blurt out before he goes back inside the barracks. “Growing up, it always felt like they had this sort of protective shield around just the two of them. Nothing could penetrate it no matter what the world tried to throw at them. Pops got cancer and lost his job, but my mom never left his side at the hospital. And then, when he was home, she went out and got a job at a restaurant in town, even though she had never had one before. She didn’t get upset or angry at him even though I know she hated it. They were a team, and nothing could come between them.”
“That’s it!” Adam agrees. “That’s soulmates. Your ride or die. Your shelter in a storm. When you’re with her, you feel like you’re finally home.”
“Yeah, okay. But really, man, why are you going on about soulmates in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?”
“Because I fucked up,” he says.
“How did you fuck up?”
“I think…no, I’m certain that people can have mo
re than one soulmate.”
“At the same time?”
“Yeah, at the same time or different times. I dunno, Roman, but they’re out there and, hell, I know that it’s crazy, but I think I have more than one soulmate.”
“Someone other than your wife you mean?” I mutter.
“Yeah.”
“Sounds like you’re fucked,” I tell him with a chuckle.
“I am so fucked,” he agrees. “I never meant for this to happen. I didn’t go out looking for this shit. And now, one way or another, someone I love is going to get hurt.”
“That’s why you’re awake in the middle of the night?” I ask him. “You’re out here trying to figure out who gets hurt and who doesn’t?”
“Yeah.”
“So? What have you decided?” I ask.
“I’ve decided…both of them deserve someone a helluva lot better than me.”
“That’s probably true,” I tease him. “Show me.”
“Show you what?”
“Let me see these two women. I’ll help you decide.”
“They’re both fucking gorgeous,” he says around the fresh cigarette hanging out of his lips while he pulls out his phone and scrolls through his photos. “This is Meredith.” When he turns the phone around, there’s a young, vaguely familiar black-haired beauty smiling at the camera while Adam stands next to her, his arm around her shoulder, both of them in tan t-shirts and sand camo pants. “And this is my wife Charlotte.” He flips to another picture, and it only takes me a half a second to decide that the slightly older woman with long, straight, strawberry blonde hair and bright blue eyes is twice as gorgeous as the first.
“Honestly, man, I’m not sure how you even noticed another woman if you’ve got that hot as fuck wife back home.”
“I didn’t! I wasn’t…I never meant for this to happen.”
“You said vows. You made a commitment to Charlotte. Nothing else should trump that.”
“That’s what I thought too. I finally told Meredith that I’m a married man and that my wife has to come first,” he says as he puts his phone away and puts out his cigarette on his forearm unflinching, like he thinks he deserves the pain.
“So it sounds like you’ve made a decision.”
“I did. I had,” he agrees. “But then…Meredith told me she’s late.”
I let loose a low whistle. “The whole illegitimate child thing may put a damper on your anniversary.”
“I’m not gonna tell Charlotte, at least not until I know what Meredith is going to do. And I know what you’re thinking — I’m an asshole. I deserve to be in this position. And you’re right. But how the fuck am I supposed to choose between my wife and my kid?”
“I have no clue what to tell you, but you’re gonna have to make a decision, man, and soon.”
“I can’t!”
“You better before life decides for you,” I suggest.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you need to tell your wife about Meredith and the kid before she finds out from someone else.”
“She won’t,” he says.
“You don’t think Meredith will get pissed and tell Charlotte herself?”
“Nah. She wouldn’t do that.”
I find that hard to believe. A woman scorned can be hell on wheels.
“I can’t tell Charlotte. It would kill her, man. Destroy her. I don’t want to hurt her like that just to get the guilt off of my shoulders.”
“So you’re gonna go home to your wife and pretend like your kid doesn’t exist with another woman in some other part of the world?”
Adam is quiet for several long minutes before he says, “Yeah, yeah, I’m gonna do that. Charlotte…we’ll get through it once I’m home. I’ll miss Mere, but she’s a tough girl. I can send her some money every month.”
“You’re in deep shit, man,” I tell him. There is no way in hell he can keep a situation like this a secret forever.
“You can’t tell a soul about this, McNamara,” he insists. I know he’s serious when he switches to my last name, as if he’s giving me an order.
“I won’t,” I assure him.
And at that moment in time, I would’ve bet my life that I would never be the one to betray his trust.
But fate had different plans for all of us.
Chapter One
Roman
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Five Years Later…
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“I can’t fucking wait for summer,” Hugo says after he straightens from taking his turn and missing it on the pool table in the clubhouse.
Winston, my VP and a man of few words, grunts his agreement.
This round, the third of the night, it’s me and Winston verses Hugo and Cannon. The winter months are slow and boring around here in our tourist beach town, which is starting to show in the depressed demeanor of all the guys.
“No shit. Spring break is just the appetizer before the main course,” Cannon agrees.
“Maybe for you all,” I mutter. “I’m getting too old for college girls.”
“There’s no such thing,” Hugo argues with a dramatic gasp. “Easy pussy is easy pussy, prez.”
“It’s hard to take pride in something you didn’t work hard to earn,” I explain while lining up my shot that goes wide. Grabbing my bottle of beer from the bar, I take a sip before continuing on with my tirade. “Any asshole with a dick would suffice for a bunch of drunk college coeds trying to bang their way through spring break. You’ve talked to enough of these chicks; you know their stories. ‘I don’t want to have any regrets when I start planning my wedding,’ shit like that.”
“Wow, cynical much, Roman?” Cannon asks with a bark of laughter.
“I’m not cynical. It’s the truth.”
“Roman’s ego recently got bruised,” Winston states. He reaches up to stroke his black, closely trimmed beard to try and hide one of his rare smirks. “Some girl called him ‘daddy’ last week. Got him feeling old.”
I glare at Winston while the guys laugh at my expense. That was not exactly something I wanted to be public knowledge. I swear the grumpy bastard enjoys having other people’s misery keep him and his surly-ass company.
“Damn, man! That’s awful,” Cannon, one of the twins who looks like a twenty-one-year-old surfer, has the nerve to say to me.
“Whatever,” I mutter. “I’m done with college girls and their inflated pouts, obsession with selfies and inability to cook fucking spaghetti.”
Before I can continue my rant or force myself to finally admit that I’m ready to start settling down, I feel my phone buzzing from the inside pocket of my cut. And since I’m at the bar with most of the other Savage Kings, that means it’s probably a bullshit, afterhours call about one of the club’s properties. I’ve been managing our rental properties from the beginning and regretting almost every second of it, even though I shouldn’t complain.
I was damn lucky to have met Torin Fury, the president of the original Savage Kings when I first came home from Afghanistan. He thought I would make a good leader for a new chapter in my hometown at a time when I was flailing, trying to find my place in the world again. Torin even threw in some of his own money to help our guys invest in rental properties.
Pulling out my phone, I take a quick glance at the screen and mutter a curse. “Sorry, but I better answer this. If I don’t, he’ll just keep hanging up and calling until I do,” I inform the guys. “What’s up, Ernie?” I ask as I put the phone to my ear.
“Roman! So glad I caught you. You weren’t asleep, were you?” he asks.
“No, Ernie. It’s only ten o’clock.”
“Good, good, good,” he says. “Then that means you can ride on down here and tell your tenants to shut the fuck up.”
I don’t bother to hide my grin since he can’t see me, but I do try to modulate my voice. “What have our tenants done now?” I ask, finding it hard to believe that our widow renter is causing any major problems during her annual trip this week.<
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“It sounds like a gaggle of geese over there, laughing and carrying on. Sure, they’re some lookers, but these ladies are out of control!”
“Gaggle?” I repeat. Charlotte didn’t come alone this year? Maybe she brought some other thirty-something women who wanted to get away from their men for a week and have a little fun.
“A gaggle! Now, are you gonna do something or not?”
“Can’t you just shove in some ear plugs, Ernie? I bet they’ll be settling down before I can even get there.”
“Do you want me to go over there and do your job? I will, but I won’t do it half as nicely as you. Or I could call the police. Doubt you all need any cops up in your shit, but I’ll do what I have to do to get some goddamn sleep tonight!”