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  SAVAGE HEAT

  ROYAL BASTARDS MC

  BY K.L. RAMSEY

  Savage Heat: Royal Bastards Huntsville Chapter (Royal Bastards MC)

  Copyright © 2020 by K.L. Ramsey.

  Cover design: Jay Aheer

  Editing: Tracey Nyland

  Cover Model: Alfie Gordillo

  Photographer: Randy Perillo

  Imprint: Independently published

  First Print Edition: April 2020

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.

  ROYAL BASTARDS MC SERIES

  Erin Trejo: Blood Lust

  Chelle C Craze & Eli Abbott: Bad Like Me

  K Webster: Koyn

  Esther E. Schmidt: Petros

  Elizabeth Knox: Bet On Me

  Glenna Maynard: Lady & the Biker

  Madison Faye: Hard Bastard

  CM Genovese: Frozen Rain

  J. Lynn Lombard: Blayze’s Inferno

  Crimson Syn: Inked In Vengeance

  B.B. Blaque: Rotten Apple

  Addison Jane: Her Ransom

  Izzy Sweet * Sean Moriarty: Broken Wings

  Nikki Landis: Ridin’ For Hell

  KL Ramsey: Savage Heat

  M.Merin: Axel

  Sapphire Knight: Bastard

  Bink Cummings: Switch Burn

  Winter Travers: Playboy

  Linny Lawless: The Heavy Crown

  Jax Hart: Desert King

  Elle Boon: Royally Broken

  Kristine Allen: Voodoo

  Ker Dukey: Animal

  KE Osborn: Defining Darkness

  Shannon Youngblood: Silver & Lace

  ROYAL BASTARDS MC FACEBOOK GROUP

  https://www.facebook.com/groups/royalbastardsmc/

  WEBSITE

  https://www.royalbastardsmc.com/

  ROYAL BASTARDS CODE:

  PROTECT: The club and your brothers come before anything else and must be protected at all costs. CLUB is FAMILY.

  RESPECT: Earn it & Give it. Respect club law. Respect the patch. Respect your brothers. Disrespect a member and there will be hell to pay.

  HONOR: Being patched in is an honor, not a right. Your colors are sacred, not to be left alone, and NEVER let them touch the ground.

  OL’ LADIES: Never disrespect a member’s or brother’s Ol’Lady. PERIOD.

  CHURCH is MANDATORY.

  LOYALTY: Takes precedence overall, including well-being.

  HONESTY: Never LIE, CHEAT, or STEAL from another member of the club.

  TERRITORY: You are to respect your brother’s property and follow their Chapter’s club rules.

  TRUST: Years to earn it...seconds to lose it.

  NEVER RIDE OFF: Brothers do not abandon their family

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  SAVAGE

  BOWIE

  SAVAGE

  DALLAS

  BOWIE

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  DALLAS

  BOWIE

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  DALLAS

  BOWIE

  DALLAS

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  DALLAS

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  DALLAS

  CILLIAN

  SAVAGE

  Savage watched as his latest failure floated down from the atmosphere back to earth. At least this time the damn parachute deployed and he wouldn't have to start from scratch again to rebuild his rocket. Last time that happened, his boss threw a major fit, telling him to get his shit and clear out of his office. A short week later, his boss was standing on Savage's front porch, proverbial hat in hand, begging him to come back to work. He even gave him some bullshit about the government needing his service and all that shit. Savage didn’t have the desire to tell his boss that he had not only served his government for almost twenty years, but he had also had the bullet holes and shrapnel in his leg to prove it.

  Sure, he could sit around and complain about his past and waking up every day in pain, but where would that get him. It was his choice to join the Air Force and it was his choice to re-up when he could have gotten out. He saw active combat for the third time and that was when his copter went down and most of his buddies died. There was nothing he could have done differently that day but God, it was just about all he could think about every night when he laid down and tried to sleep. Their faces would flicker through his memories and he knew that he was going to have another restless night ahead. It was who he had become since he was honorably discharged.

  Of course, the Army was quick to jump on his specific skill set and make him the best fucking job offer he’d ever gotten. How could he refuse and why would he? He got to stay in Huntsville, Alabama, where his kid could stay in the same school with the only friends she had ever known. Uprooting Chloe wasn’t part of his plan—the poor kid hadn’t had much stability in her life. Chloe wasn’t really his kid, but that wasn’t something he liked to think about too often. It brought up too many bad memories and he tried to only look forward, never back.

  Savage adopted Chloe when she was just six months old after her mother and father died in a horrible auto accident. She was his niece and when child services showed up at his doorstep with a baby in tow, claiming that his estranged sister had given him full custody in her will, what was he supposed to do? Savage didn’t have one fucking idea how to take care of a kid and they were handing him one that still needed twenty-four-seven care. He quickly learned how to change a diaper and what to feed and not feed a six-month-old. Honestly, that last part was learned the hard way because the kid ended up not being able to handle table food at such an early age. Everything he fed her seemed to run through her like sand in a sieve. But, that was all behind him now. He wasn’t sure how he would have survived without that little girl. She had become his whole reason for living. Hell, she basically saved his life and gave him purpose and the will to keep going after his accident.

  He had only been home for a few months when Chloe came into his life and he was feeling pretty down and sorry for himself. Both of his parents were gone. His father was never really in the picture and his mom died the year he graduated from high school. Her death had sent him into a spiral that led to him joining the Air Force after he graduated. It also was one of the reasons his older sister, Cherry, stopped talking to him. She begged him not to go into the military; even tried to guilt him into feeling bad about leaving her with no one, since both of their parents were gone. But, he didn’t listen. Hell, the only thing Savage wanted to do was ride his damn motorcycle and get the fuck out of that town. He was a punk-ass kid who didn’t know any better and the day he left to enlist was the last time he saw Cherry alive.

  Now, every time he looked at Chloe’s sweet face, he saw his sister. He never met Chloe’s dad but he had heard that his sister met a good guy and got married. He liked to imagine Cherry happy with her beautiful new family, at least for a little while. She deserved some happiness after all the shit life had thrown at her, including a punk-ass, eighteen-year-old kid brother who thought he knew better than she did. God was he wrong. His relationship with Cherry was the one thing he regretted in life, but Savage learned that regrets would only hold him back and he cou
ldn’t allow that. He had too much going for him to wallow in self-pity.

  “I think your rocket’s a dud.” Savage turned to find the hot guy who always seemed to follow him around Redstone Arsenal. It was as if the guy was his personal bodyguard with the way he watched Savage and he had to admit, he wouldn’t mind having his body guarded by him.

  “Yeah, well, this is literally rocket science, so I can’t really use that old line.” Savage looked the guy up and down, liking the way he filled out his fatigues. Not having to wear a uniform was one of the many perks of no longer being enlisted. He usually wore ratty old jeans and a t-shirt when he was on base, partially out of defiance but mostly for comfort. The Alabama heat was quite unbearable but he was used to it. He never really lived anywhere else with the exception of being stationed overseas.

  “I’m Bowie Wolfe,” the guy said, holding out his hand, waiting for Savage to take it.

  He shook the younger guy’s hand and smiled. “Are you named after the singer?” Savage questioned.

  “Yeah,” he breathed. “My mother was a huge fan and well, I got stuck with the name.”

  Savage shrugged, “All in all, I’d say you did alright. David Bowie is a legend, man,” he said.

  Bowie groaned and laughed. “Yeah, now you just sound like my mother,” he teased.

  “Thanks for that,” Savage grumbled. He knew just by looking at the guy that he had a few years on him. Hell, he had more than a few years but that usually didn’t bother him. Savage liked his guys young and feisty.

  “Sorry, man. Um, I didn’t catch your name,” Bowie said.

  “Savage,” he offered.

  “Wow—you gave me shit about my name but yours is pretty epic too. How did you get a name like Savage?” Bowie crossed his arms over his massive chest and waited him out. It wasn’t something Savage liked to talk about, but the determination on the guy’s face told him he really had no choice in the matter.

  “Savage is actually my last name. My first name is Logan, but my club gave me the nickname after I told them about my helicopter going down. Lost a lot of good guys that day and my buddies said I’m still alive because I’m too savage to die.”

  “You served?” Bowie asked.

  “Yeah—career Air Force until the accident and then honorably discharged,” Savage admitted. “How about you?” Bowie held his arms wide as if showing Savage his fatigues to prove his point.

  “I enlisted in the Army right from high school and haven’t left yet. I’ve been in for twelve years now and I hope to make this my career, but we’ll see.” Savage did the math in his head and whistled.

  “So, you’re what—about thirty?” he questioned.

  “I’ll be thirty-one in a few months,” Bowie admitted.

  “You’re just a kid,” Savage teased.

  “Yeah—okay, old man,” Bowie said. Savage knew the guy was teasing but at forty-five, he was really beginning to feel his age. “And how old are you?” Savage winced at the mention of his age. It was something he usually didn’t share because it wasn’t anyone’s damn business.

  Savage smiled at Bowie, trying to deflect his question with one of his own. “Want to have a couple beers with me?” Savage knew he was pushing his luck with the younger guy, but he didn’t give a shit. He was hot, tired and Bowie turned him the fuck on. It was time to knock off and if Savage could convince him to have a couple beers, then he might be able to talk Bowie into coming home with him for the night. If he was reading the signals correctly, his new friend was interested but he had been wrong in the past—so who knew.

  “You asking me out, Savage?” Bowie questioned. Now it was Savage’s turn to waiver in his answer and he suddenly worried that he had misread the chemistry that hummed through the air between the two of them.

  Savage shrugged, “Maybe I am,” he said, not really answering Bowie’s question. The guy was as stoic as they came and Savage was trying to read him, but he wasn’t having any luck.

  “Listen, if I misread the situation, then just forget I asked,” Savage grumbled. He picked up the last part of his rocket that landed a few hundred feet away from where he had parked and by the time he turned around and headed back to his pick-up truck, he found Bowie leaning up against the passenger side door, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

  “I’m in,” Bowie said, flashing him a wolfish grin.

  “Sounds good,” Savage said. He was trying for nonchalant but his tone sounded anything but. It had been a damn long time since he met a man who made his cock pay attention, but Bowie did that for him. Savage needed to get himself under control or he’d blow his whole cool guy routine. Hell, he was far from being cool, but Bowie seemed interested and he wasn’t about to do anything to fuck that up.

  “You have someplace in mind?” Bowie asked, helping Savage shove the last of his equipment into the back of his pickup. “I mean, do you have a place you usually go to, you know, for a few beers?”

  Savage liked the way Bowie seemed just as flustered about their situation as he was. He found it kind of cute the way the guy was floundering for words. He could have helped him out but giving him a hard time felt like the better option and would be a lot more fun.

  “You mean, like a gay bar?” Savage asked. He knew he was adding fuel to the fire but he didn’t care. Bowie turned an adorable shade of red that ran down his sexy neck and had Savage wanting to see just how far down his blush went.

  “Well, I mean—sure. Or any bar, for that matter. It doesn’t matter to me,” Bowie stuttered.

  Savage reached out and put his hand on Bowie’s arm. “I’m just messing with you,” he said. “I don’t know of too many gay bars in Huntsville. I usually just go to my own bar, but I don’t really advertise that I’m gay and I don’t feel like answering questions tonight. You mind just going to the Voodoo Lounge? It’s a bit yuppie but I think we can blend in with the regular crowd. Plus, they’ve got great live music a few nights of the week.”

  “Wait—you have a bar?” Bowie asked.

  Savage smiled and nodded, “Yep—the bar’s called Savage Hell. It’s also where my motorcycle club meets. We’re a part of the Royal Bastards, which is a nationwide MC, but my little chapter calls themselves Savage Hell, after the bar. I try to keep my personal and private lives separate.”

  “Meaning you haven’t shared that you’re gay with your club,” Bowie guessed.

  Savage wasn’t sure what to say to Bowie’s assessment. On the one hand, he felt the need to set him straight and on the other, he wanted to tell him it wasn’t anyone’s business who he was having sex with. From the way his body was responding to Bowie, he hoped to have sex with him before the end of the night.

  “Listen,” Savage said. “I learned a long time ago that who I’m fucking is no one’s business. I like you, Bowie but if you’re not interested, tell me now if I’m wasting my time.”

  “I was just talking, man,” Bowie said.

  Savage sighed, “Yeah—I’m just on edge lately with these damn tests needing to be done yesterday and I’m being an ass. Sorry,” he offered. “And to answer your question—I haven’t told my club that I’m bi.” Hell, he hadn’t told many people about that part of his life. Savage was careful not to bring any of the men or women he slept with home to meet Chloe. He didn’t want to expose his daughter to his unstable dating life and that was exactly what it was—chaotic.

  He hadn’t been much of a serial dater, usually not making it past one night with a person. It was easier that way. He didn’t have to make any promises to anyone and he didn’t expect anything in return. The one time he broke his no dating rule, he ended up running away like a fucking coward when messy feelings got in the way.

  “So we doing this?” Savage asked. He started for the driver’s side of his pick-up, not waiting to see if Bowie was going to join him or not.

  “I get it,” Bowie said. “I don’t share that part of my life easily. I haven’t even come out to my family yet.” Bowie slipped into the passenger side of
the cab of the truck and pulled his seatbelt on, clicking it in place.

  “What about your truck?” Savage asked, nodding to where Bowie’s vehicle sat, just down the road.

  “I’ll get it tomorrow when I’m back on duty. That is if you don’t mind giving me a lift back to my place later.” Bowie seemed to assume Savage would just agree and honestly, he didn’t mind. If he was Bowie’s ride for the night, there was a better chance they’d end up in Bowie’s bed for a little while. Savage never left Chloe overnight, but he had a sitter with her and he knew that she’d agree to a few extra hours if he paid double.

  “Sure,” Savage said. “No problem.”

  “Thanks,” Bowie said. “I have to admit, I could use a night out. It’s been a shit show around base and I could use the break.”

  “Yeah, I heard about the cut-backs and I guess being down so many people makes for more work for the ones who are left.” Savage knew some other guys on base from his club and they were all complaining about the changes to the budget and having to take on more hours for the same pay. His MC was made up of mostly military guys, both active and retired. But, his guys came from all walks of life—he even had a few one-percenters who he was happy to help get their lives straightened out. He liked helping his guys and even took a few of them under his wing, as a sort of personal project.

  “Yep, it sucks. But, what am I gonna do? Uncle Sam owns me and I go where he tells me,” Bowie said.

  “Where are you originally from?” Savage asked. He usually didn’t get too chatty with his “dates” but there was something about Bowie that made him want to know more about the guy.

  “Texas,” Bowie said.

  “You get homesick?” Savage questioned.

  “Naw,” Bowie admitted. “Like I said, I still haven’t come out to my family and keeping a secret like that weighs on a person. It’s easier being away from home and not having to worry about watching my back or saying the wrong thing.”