Savage – Satan’s Fury MC Second Generation Read Online L. Wilder

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Tags Authors:

Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)

When the past won’t let go…

It’s a story that’s been told a thousand times.
Guy falls for girl. Guy breaks it off with girl. Years later, he wants her back.

It seems like total nonsense until you’re the guy in the story, and the woman you broke it off with still owns your heart.

The club was my life.
I lived it.
Breathed it.
It was who I was meant to be.
There was no question about it.

Londyn was young with the world at her fingertips.
She could be anything.
Do anything.
She deserved a chance to find her way, even if it meant finding it without me.

I gave her that.
I let her go.
I thought that was the end.

I was wrong.
I was wrong about a lot of things.

Now, she’s back, and I’m determined to claim the woman that was always meant to be mine…

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"You got a minute?"

"Yes, sure." Completely unaware that he was about to turn my world upside down, I got off my bike and headed over to him. "Whatcha got on your mind?"

"She told you about the scholarship, right?"

"Yeah, she did." I smiled as I told him, "It's awesome. I'm real proud of her."

"I'm proud of her, too. She's worked damn hard for that scholarship." He ran his hand through his salt and pepper hair. "It'd be a shame if she passed it up."

"Why would she pass on it?"

“You know why.” He shook his head. “She loves you. There’s no way she’s gonna be away from you. Hell, you haven't been apart for more than a couple of days since you two started dating."

"Yeah, but college is different."

"You’re right. It is... It’s completely different.”

His harsh tone was unexpected. I'd always thought a lot of him, and I thought he felt the same about me. Clearly, I was wrong. "I'm not sure what you're getting at.”

“She needs to take this scholarship.”

“Never said she shouldn’t.” He seemed rattled, so I tried to calm him down by saying, “I care about Londyn. I want the best for her."

"Yeah, as long as it goes along with what you want.”

“I’m not following.”

“It’s not like it’s hard... Everything has always been about you. Your family. Your brothers. Your club. Your rules,” he snapped. “She’s young. Her path hasn’t been set like yours. She has options. She has a chance at a different life... One that doesn’t include the dangers she’d face being associated with Fury.”

“You never had a problem with us being together before.”

“I never thought it would go anywhere. Thought it was just a phase and you’d both grow out of it. But that never happened.”

“It’s never gonna happen. I love her... I always will.”

“You say that now, but in time, things will change.” His eyes locked on mine as he told me, “You’re a good kid. She’s always thought a lot of you and your folks, but you’re not the right guy for her.”

I wanted to respond, but I couldn’t.

His words hit me like a sledgehammer. I’d always felt like I wasn't good enough and hearing it from her father only reinforced that feeling. I was doing everything I could to keep from completely losing it when he poured salt on my wounds. “You two are on two different paths. You have the club. That’s set. It’s who you are and who you wanna be, and that’s great. I’m glad you have that. But Londyn’s door is wide open. She can go anywhere. Do anything. And if you love her as much you say you do, you’ll let her find her own way.”

“I don’t know if I can do that.”

"You can, and if you’re the man I think you are, you will.” He reached over and gave my bicep a fatherly squeeze. “Let her have the life she deserves. Convince her to take that scholarship.”

Without saying anything more, he turned and went back into the house, and I was left feeling like my heart had been ripped from my chest. I’d wanted to believe that he was wrong and that I could give her the life she deserved, but deep down, I knew he was right.

He was right about everything.

I just had to figure out what I was going to do about it.



“I give up,” Torch grumbled, his gaze fixated on Wrath and Mia sitting alone in the back corner. “It’s just not gonna happen.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Me finding an ol’ lady.” Torch shook his head. “It’s not gonna happen. At least not for me. Hell, Beauty and the Beast over there seem as happy as they can be, all cozied up, happy and fancy fucking free, and I can’t even find a date for Friday night.”

“Ah, you just gotta keep at it. Someone will come along,” Hayes answered, trying his best to be supportive.

“Nah, you’re not getting it. They have come along,” Torch shook his head. “I’ve gone out with the good girl, the bad girl, single women, married women, and every single time, things seem to be going good, and then, in a blink, it all goes to shit.”

“And when it goes, it goes fast.”

After a week that seemed like it would never end, we all gathered at the bar for a round of drinks. Like most nights, the air was thick with the scent of booze and cigarettes, and there was a low hum of music and idle conversations. It was the perfect setting to wind down.

Cotton, my father and the president of the club, was sitting at one of the front tables with Stitch, Maverick, and several of the older brothers while the younger crew sat at the bar. I was sitting sandwiched between Rooster and Torch, and we were shooting the shit about this and that when Torch started whining about his romantic woes.