Free Heart of Steel: A Satan's Savages MC Novel #1 by K E Osborn

is in session.”
    I take a deep breath and look at my brothers, Behemoth the monster of a man, tall, muscles on muscles on muscles, but the softest and gentlest man you’d ever meet. Lookout, his skin a dark chocolate colour, his stature tall and intimidating, but every word he says makes me chuckle because he’s either so angry at nothing, passing out at the sight of blood, or talking in a very questionable way. Jigsaw, the Swedish immigrant, moved here to escape the Swedish mafia. His bleached blond hair and dark brown beard are in stark contrast making him look quite strange, but it suits him and his oddball way. Techie, tall and muscular with a boy next door face and black rimmed glasses. To look at him you wouldn’t know he was a biker. But his nerd abilities, as well as his killer instincts, are second to none. The kid’s a fucking genius. Then there’s Chops, a lot older than the rest of us, a First 7 Original with his balding head and grey mutton chops taking up the entire sides of his face. They’re ugly, but so is he. He’s had them for as long as I’ve known him. They’re the reason for his road name. His Chopper Read moustache completes his look. Then I look at my dad, he’s the typical bad boy biker, the long triangular grey beard, long hair that matches, and a round stomach that sits out further than he’d like.
    Suddenly, the gavel is slammed into my hand on the desk, the pain of the harsh wood jamming onto my knuckles sends an ache right up my arm.
    “Ouch, fuckin’ hell!” I pull my hand away and bring it up to my face for inspection then glare at my old man for hitting me. “What the fuck?”
    “You’re the VP, Steel. You need to pay attention, not be a spoiled brat.”
    I huff, rubbing my hand and glare at him through thin slitted eyes. “Then stop callin’ me kid, and call me Steel like everyone else does.”
    He huffs. “You’ll always be kid to me, kid.”
    I roll my eyes as a couple of the guys snicker. “Fine, what’s happenin’?” I ask actually paying attention now.
    “5113 are planning something. We took out their leader, so they’ll be plotting a revenge attack. We took their drugs, killed their men, we should be prepared for war.”
    “What the fuck happened?” Chops grunts.
    “Chez wanted more money, I didn’t want to give it,” I say nonchalantly.
    “So you shot him?”
    I huff and slump in my chair. “He pulled his gun, I pulled my knife. Alex pulled his gun, so did Jake. Jigsaw moved slightly, and Chez’s men reacted first, Chops. Don’t go acting like I wanted a war. Chez shot Jake, Alex shot Chez, a guy lunged at me and I stabbed him with Wesley while Jigsaw opened fire on the others. Alex went down. More of the 5113 boys came in and I had to duck from the shells man. The bullets were rainin’ down on us until Jigsaw called Crash in.”
    “Yeah, I let off a grenade, blew those fuckers to kingdom come and we got out with the drugs, our money, and at least seven 5113ers six feet under. It’s a win-win I say.” Crash smirks and I can't hide my smile—clearly we are on the same page.
    “You’re a fucking idiot if you think killing off seven of the 5113ers is going to scare them off,” Dad says.
    “They’re a street gang, Prez. How tough can they be?” I scoff.
    “Don’t be ignorant, kid. Where do you think they get their firepower from? Their drugs from? They don’t get that shit themselves. They have suppliers. They have people they work for. This is bigger than them. If we cut the supply to the more major players, the fall back is on us. You cocks are just too fucking infantile in this game to understand.”
    “Just ‘cause we’re young don’t mean we don’t understand how this club works.”
    “And just ‘cause you think you know everything, don’t mean you do either, kid. You gotta lot to learn. This shambles shows me that. Chops and I will have to settle the snakes and see if we can calm the new head honcho the fuck down. Chez was a