Satan – Ghost Born MC Read Online T.O. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Novella Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
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When I emerged back outside, Chet was right where I’d left him, still glaring at me. But when I handed him his cash, he blinked, the anger bleeding away. He slowly counted out the twenties and tens, blowing out a soft breath. “I…” He trailed off, like he wasn’t sure what to say.

“You’re coming with me.” Gripping his wrist, I tugged him closer to my bike.

“What?” He shook his head when I held out my helmet to him. “I can’t go with you. I have to go home. My dad⁠—”

“If your dad lets you do shit like this, lets you walk around with those bruises on your face without doing a fucking thing to protect you, then he’s not very much of a father,” I growled, growing impatient. “Put the helmet on, and get on the fucking bike.”

“I don’t even know your name!” he spluttered.

I straddled my bike. “Satan,” I told him. “But you can call me William.”

I’d taken him back to my hotel that night. After he’d washed up and dressed in the clothes I’d bought him while he was showering, he promptly passed out on the bed, snoring so loud, I was surprised I didn’t get a noise complaint from the people staying in the rooms next to us. And the next morning, I brought him back to Washington with me, where I’d been living at the time, and it was there that he proceeded to live with me in my studio apartment.

Where he eventually became my husband and my submissive.

Where he became the one fucking thing in this world I gave a fuck about.

Which was why I was sitting in Hyram’s office five years later with a Ghost Born MC cut on my back, no longer working for Rico Martinez.

The Savage Dreams MC, who we’d been having problems with for a while, had reappeared after weeks of silence, and they were targeting my fucking husband. The man I’d vowed to always protect. The man I’d sworn would never face the shit he did as a teenager again.

And not only were the SDMC targeting Chet, they were threatening to blast everything he’d done as a teen. Threatening to tell Chet’s father where he was.

He was the only person in this world Chet feared, and the only reason I hadn’t gone after him was because he was a fucking cop. Classic, really.

Hyram frowned at the encrypted file on my phone. I hadn’t closed it out because I knew it would disappear once I did. I figured Rurik, Malik’s significant other, could probably find it if I needed him to, but I wasn’t ready to bring the rest of the club into this yet. I certainly wasn’t ready to bring the Bratva into this, and telling Rurik, the Washington Bratva’s second in command, about it would do just that.

Rurik and Chet got along well—like brothers, almost. Both of them were smart asses, and Rurik found Chet’s bratty behavior absolutely hilarious, much to my dismay.

If Rurik found out the SDMC was threatening Chet, he’d be ready for war. And while I was definitely ready to wipe out the Savage Dreams, I wouldn’t do so yet. Not when they had this information. Not when Chet’s fucking safety was at stake.

If they were threatening to notify Chet’s father of Chet’s whereabouts, then that meant Chet’s father was still looking for him. And that was bad fucking news. A cop had resources and would bring heat on the Ghost Born MC. On the place we’d been given to belong. And while I mostly tolerated these guys for Chet’s sake, they were Chet’s family.

Chet had a place to belong here, and he needed that.

“This is fucking great,” Hyram sighed, setting my phone down on his desk. “Does Chet know?”

I shook my head. Hyram was the only person besides me and Chet that knew what Chet had gone through and who his father was. It was necessary that Hyram knew as the president of the Oregon charter of the GBMC. But no one else knew. Chet had asked for it to remain that way so he could leave his past behind.

This was going to fuck up everything.

“The smart thing to do would be to let Rurik in. See if he can wipe this from their databases. But if they have physical proof, that makes this more difficult.”

“The problem right now isn’t the SDMC,” I reminded him. “The problem is Chet’s fucking father.” I could call in Rico, who had given me my in with the GBMC to begin with since I’d worked for Rico, but I didn’t want to owe Rico a favor. Besides, that would be just another person who knew what happened to Chet.

I couldn’t break Chet’s trust like that.

“You got a plan then?” Hyram asked, arching a brow at me.

“The best option right now is to take out his father.”


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