Ignite the Flame: A Satan's Savages MC Novella #2 by K E Osborn Read Free Book Online Page A

I look at the video screen. I’m assuming this guy can see us.
    “I’m Steel. Gator said me and my Old Lady are welcome here.”
    The guy nods and there’s a clicking sound and then the gates open smoothly like it’s all done electronically. I watch them sliding effortlessly, no moaning and groaning at their weight, they glide with ease to the side to let us in. The screen shuts off and I turn to Willow to make sure she’s okay. Her body is tense, but she seems not too far over the edge.
    “This will be okay, babe. I promise.”
    She nods her head and tightens her hand in mine. Stepping down on the accelerator, I drive through the extensive gate system and into the concrete compound. It’s smaller than Virginia and maintained well. A row of nineteen Hogs line the fence, and a mechanic’s shed is at the back. I pull the car up next to the row of Hogs. The clubhouse is big, huge in fact. It’s brick and kind of resembles an old hotel or something.
    Willow is gazing around with her mouth open slightly and her eyes wide open. To me it looks like she’s in awe of this place, and to be honest, I am slightly too. Opening the car door, I step out and stand up stretching my tired legs. Willow is by my side quickly. I grab her hand in mine as she leans into my side.
    Moving my lips to her ear, I lean in. “Stay by my side at all times, okay?”
    She nods. The door to the clubhouse opens and three men walk out and toward us. One is Gator. Another has shaggy, oily tendrils of grey hair framing his face, but his grey beard is trimmed neatly in contrast to his dishevelled hair. Wearing his yellow John Lennon style sunglasses, he looks like a class act and every bit how I remember him—Jock. The other is the guy from the screen on the gate—he’s new, I don’t know him.
    “Hey, hey!” Gator calls out, opening his arms wide as he walks up to Willow and me.
    “Hey brother,” I reply just in time for him to grab me and pull me into a giant bear hug. The guy is strong, and I chuckle as he slaps me twice on the back. Willow giggles slightly from behind me as my hand is ripped from hers.
    “I’m glad you made it,” Gator says pulling back and looking at me with a genuine smile.
    “Thanks for takin’ us in, brother. We really appreciate it.”
    He nods and slaps my shoulder. Suddenly squealing echoes through the yard as Petunia runs over and starts circling Gator’s legs. He looks down and his mouth turns up as he starts to really laugh.
    “What the fuck is that?” the guy from the gate asks.
    “She’s Petunia, our teacup pig,” Willow informs everyone. The guys all look at her and smirk.
    Gator turns to me and grins. “This is the pet ?”
    Pursing my lips, I nod my head and wait to hear his answer. He merely shakes his head as his bellowing laughter echoes throughout the yard.
    “It’s going to be fun having a pig running around. The guys are going to fucking love her. She can be our new mascot.”
    Willow giggles as Jock moves in and grabs her hand and brings it to his lips, kissing it. I roll my eyes as I know Jock, he’s never one to miss out on sweet talking the ladies.
    “Your laugh is sweet like angels singing.” His broad Scottish accent rings through the air and I shake my head laughing as I slap his back.
    “Leave her alone, Jock. Your Scottish charms won’t work on her.”
    Jock laughs and clicks his fingers together and purses his lips. “Damn.”
    “Plus, she’s mine.”
    Jock raises an eyebrow and smirks. “Your Old Lady?”
    Nodding, I wrap my arm around her shoulders pulling her to me. “Yes’um.”
    Jock pouts again and rests his fists on his hips. “Damn, all the beauties are always taken.”
    I laugh along with the other guys as Gator slaps him on the back. “You’ll find your woman one day, Jock.”
    Willow giggles and looks at him raising an eyebrow. “Why do they call you by your real name? I thought all bikers used road names?”
    They all laugh and he shakes his