Snapped: Satan's Fools MC by Needa Warrant Read Free Book Online Page A

believe what she was hearing. Her brothers in her house with the things she had planned? Hell no.
    “No, I don’t want either of you. I’ve got a security system and I’ve got guns. You have your boys check on me, but I’m not having you two under my feet. I’ll call you if I get scared, okay?”
    “Yeah. I don’t like it. We’ll be watching. I want dinner tomorrow so get some rest. We love you, sis. You know, just want you safe.”
    “Love you too, and I do know. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    She disconnected and thought about True’s warning. This was no damn life, having to wonder if some crazy rival MC or the cops were going to come through the door at any moment. Raven had security cameras outside, but she had never paid much attention to them. He had made the house like a fort in her mind and only her family knew the passcode to the security system. The nightstands on either side of the bed held loaded guns. Raven was such a nut that he’d bought gun holsters that slipped under the mattress. On her side was a sawed-off shotgun she called Blondie because of the lightwood stock. She could blast anyone to kingdom come and they weren’t coming back. The days Raven had taught her to shoot came back to mind. Damn him and damn her memories—warm summer days on the farm blasting cans and bottles. She hadn’t told him that True and Whistler had taught her the basics when she was a young teenager. She had begged them to pretend she didn’t know anything about guns. Raven had said she was a fast learner and he bragged she was a better shot after a few months of them practicing than many of the club members. True and Whistler had laughed but kept her secret.
    Sighing, she thought of the farm. Her dream had been to live out there. They all owned twenty acres. She wanted a few horses, and her plot had her grandparents’ house on it. She made sure it was kept up, and Raven had tried for years to get her to sell it—as if she could break up the family farm. She supposed she could talk to True about renting it out so she had more income. It was a craftsman style house and she loved it. She wanted some horses, chickens, cats, dogs, and goats. Raven had been horrified when she told him that. Her man was what her brothers called a “city biker”. He had no clue about owning so much land and it being in the family. Raven didn’t seem to like animals but he had liked her dog Omar. She took him back to the farm though because Omar wasn’t happy with the small yard they had. Now he was dead and she was never able to talk Raven into a pet. 
    She got up and decided to make breakfast for dinner. Waffles and bacon sounded great to her. Raven wouldn’t mind that and she would give him some scrambled eggs. She kept homemade waffles in a freezer bag for times like this. The bacon went on a cookie sheet in the oven.
    She sat at the kitchen table wishing there was someone else in her life to talk about babies with beside Lana. It was sad she had no close friends anymore. Like a love-struck fool, she had abandoned her friends once she had met Raven. The ol’ ladies had to be nice to her, but she knew they talked behind her back. Those bitches have no loyalty to anyone , she thought, thinking of how she had seen one up at the Sunshine Motel this morning with a brother who was married to her so-called sister. If Morgana was a bitch, she would have honked her horn and waved to them both, but she had stopped caring a long time ago.
    She looked at the bacon and saw it was almost browning, so she added the waffles to the rack above. She cracked four eggs into the frying pan and scrambled them up before realizing she hadn’t whipped them with the beater or added any milk to them. Oh fucking well, Raven, she thought. You’re lucky I’m not feeding you pasta again. She cut up some strawberries and pulled everything out of the oven. She sat and picked at her food, coming to the discovery that it sucked eating alone.
    She fixed the tray