Blink: An MC Romance (Savage Crows MC Original Charter Book 1) by T.O. Smith

Author:T.O. Smith [Smith, T.O.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: 2023-12-24T16:00:00+00:00

I shook Brian’s hand once he got off his bike and walked up to me. He was the first person I started doing business with, and he used his connections to help me get my own club off the ground. I would always be grateful to the Chaos Destroyers MC for the help they had lent me, even if they were working on pulling out of the business.

And because Brian trusted me and my club so much, he was slowly working on transferring all of his connections to me. I was grateful for it.

“You doing good, brother?” he asked.

I nodded. “Hangin’ in there.” I watched as his two men went into the small warehouse my club owned and began to get their crates. “How are we doing with this transfer?”

“Reapers are impressed,” he told me. “Your weapons are top-quality. Few more buys, and I think the prez will be ready to have a meeting with you.”

I nodded once. “Good.” That was what I wanted. The Reapers MC was one of the biggest players in the game. Having them in my pocket would not only keep our pockets full, but we would have protection if shit ever went down, too.

The sound of a loud engine reached my ears. I barely had time to turn before a bullet slammed into my shoulder. A roar of pain left my lips as Brian knocked me to the side, covering me as he began firing back. My ears were ringing, making it nearly impossible to hear anything. Blood pumped from the wound, soaking my flannel and my cut. Pain pulsed from the wound, and I gritted my teeth, biting back another yell.

My head was throbbing, my ears still ringing. The pain in my shoulder made it hard to fucking focus.

Brian grasped my face and roughly shook me. A moment later, he slapped me—hard as fuck—and I blinked up at him. “Come on!” he barked at me. “Get up, Blink. Get the fuck up. We’ve got to get out of here.”

“Weapons,” I muttered, staring at his two dead men by the crates. Shit, that fucking sucked. They were good guys. Loyal. I knew Brian had known them for most of his life.

“Fuck those weapons right now, brother. You’re fuckin’ bleeding out.”

I lowered my head, looking at the blood steadily pumping from my shoulder wound. “Fuck,” I muttered.

“Fuck is right,” Brian growled, hefting me to my feet. I stumbled for a second, the blood loss quickly making me dizzy. “You’ve got to ride bitch, Blink. Clubhouse or hospital?”

“Clubhouse,” I grunted. A hospital would bring too many questions and cops. I couldn’t have either. Grit was a medic in the military; he could get me patched up enough to survive.

I hoped.

I managed to snap my helmet on one-handed and slid on behind Brian. “Hold on,” Brian snapped at me. And then, he tore off the warehouse lot and sped for the clubhouse, leaving his two dead men behind. Probably only for now.

I hoped only for now.

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