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

cool guy. Who knows what his replacement will be like?”
    “You’re reactin’ over nothin’, Prez. They’re a bunch of kids. We’re bikers. I think we hold the upper hand.”
    “And that’s the sort of attitude that gets cunts killed, kid. You think you’re better than everyone else because you’re entitled. Don’t force me to make a fool of you in front of everyone for your attitude, kid.”
    “Fuck off—”
    Dad swings his gavel and it connects with my hand again on the table smashing it down hard on my knuckles.
    “Fuck! Smashin’ your own flesh and blood because he has the guts to talk back to you. It’s no wonder Mum left you.”
    The room falls silent as Dad grits his teeth and his lip curls up in clear disgust as his harsh glare stares right at me. But I don’t back down. Dad and I argue all the time. This is nothing my brothers haven’t seen before. My shoulders are tense as I stare my dad down waiting for him to break. His hand clenches tight and I’m waiting for him to punch me.
    “Okay, well, how about we fucking quit the family dysfunction and get on with church. Whenever you fuckfaces are ready to put your cocks away?” Chops berates. He’s the only brother my dad would let get away talking to him like that, except for me.
    We both turn and look at him as he shakes his head and pulls his piece out placing it on the table like it’s supposed to scare me.
    It doesn’t.
    “Start acting like brothers, and let’s get the fuck on with this. Or I’ll cap the next one who starts mouthing off.”
    I raise my eyebrow at Chops that he has the guts to talk to my dad like that and turn to look at my dad’s reaction. He’s frowning and glaring at Chops, but his lips slowly turn upward into a smile and then he starts bellowing out a massive laugh. His loud voice echoes through the assembly room and I shake my head at his mood swings. Fucking maniac!
    “Fuck Chops, what would I do without you?”
    “Go to an early grave… now 5113 what are we going to do?”
    Dad huffs and sits back in his chair. “I think Chops and I should go over to the 5113 gang hideout to meet with their new boss—”
    “What? No way!” I say along with everyone else in the room, besides Chops.
    “Now, now, hear me out. It’s the only way to show respect, and that we don’t want trouble,” Dad says and I scoff as the others all mumble quietly to themselves.
    “Prez… that’s suicide.”
    “It’s the only way to keep the 5113ers and their boss in line. We gotta bow down kid, show them some respect.”
    I scoff. “You gotta be kiddin’ me,” I murmur to myself. “Shouldn’t this be a club vote?”
    Everyone nods.
    “No, I’m pulling rank. Chops and I are going in. End of discussion. Church adjourned.” Dad bangs his gavel and stands up. Everyone else stands up and shakes their heads, but begin walking out of the assembly room. Staying seated, Dad notices me as I breathe heavier and heavier thinking this plan is worse and worse every second I think about it.
    “Kid?” Dad asks once everyone’s gone.
    “They’ll ambush you. You know that, right?” I ask.
    He exhales and sits back down. “We’ll take Ryder and the new prospects with us for backup.”
    “I’m comin’ too—”
    “No! If this shit goes south Dylan, you need to be here to take on the presidency.”
    I stand up, anger raging inside me as I start to pace the floor running my hands through my hair.
    “This is such a bad idea! Dad… I… Fuck!” Grabbing the top of a chair, I hurtle it across the room.
    “Hey!” Dad says so I turn to face him.
    My breathing is rushed through my nose as my heart is racing like I’ve just fucked all night. I might argue with my Dad, but I still love him. I don’t want to lose him.
    “Stop! I’m gonna be fine. This is gonna work, kid.”
    “You don’t know that.”
    “I do… just trust me.” He walks over and pulls me in and slaps my back twice before pulling back and looking at me. “I gotta