Savage Fire (Savage Angels MC #2)
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Authors: Kathleen Kelly
Tags: #Mafia, #Alpha, #contemporary romance, #Biker Erotica, #mystery, #Action, #Love story, #Suspense, #Biker romance
Savage Fire
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Book two in the Savage Angels MC Series
by Kathleen Kelly
Savage Fire (Savage Angels MC, #2)
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A Note About The Savage Angels MC Series
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Welcome to book two, book three will be out mid 2015.
Thank you for purchasing Savage Fire, I hope you are a returning reader and I hope you won’t be
disappointed.
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It is recommended that each book be read in order.
Savage Stalker, Savage Angels MC #1
Savage Fire, Savage Angels MC #2
Savage Town, Savage Angels MC #3
COMING 2015
WARNING:
For Mature Audience 18+
Contains Adult Sexual Situations & Language
Copyright
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opyright © 2015 Kathleen Kelly
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ublished by Kathleen Kelly
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form, including electronic or mechanical, without written permission from the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Kathleen Kelly is in no way affiliated with any brands, songs, musicians or artists mentioned in this book. This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should return it to the seller and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the author’s work.
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Thank you.
Savage Angels MC Series
In Order:
Savage Stalker (Savage Angels MC #1)
Savage Fire (Savage Angels MC #2)
Savage Town (Savage Angels MC #3) – COMING 2015
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Dedication
To my wonderful husband, who puts up with me, Thank YOU.
Your continued support always astounds me. When I am at my darkest hour you always pull me back from the brink and remind me that it’s really not that bad. The night you told me I am your “Forever, ever love” healed all my old wounds and if possible made me love you more. I look forward to our future together, ‘cause baby it’s only going to get brighter.
(PS I still love you more.)
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To Christina Olive Kelly, I miss you everyday. Without you I wouldn’t have stories to tell.
I think you would be proud of me, I know you would be happy for me and the life I now have.
I miss your voice and your hands Mrs Kelly and all the other things that made you, you.
You are remembered with much love and always with a smile.
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TM your friendship means the world to me. I miss you. I know you keep saying we see more of each other now but I don’t think that’s true – you will never convince me. I will always have your back, as I know you
will have mine. It’s just what we do.
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E M-B love you chicken. Don’t grow up too quickly, it’s ok to be a teenager. Let the good stuff happen slowly ‘cause one day you’ll wake up and be forty wishing you were younger. Enjoy the moment and stop worrying about what people think of you, they are all too wrapped up in their own insecurities to really pay
you any attention for long.
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Nina Levine you really need to put your picture on your books ‘cause honey, we look nothing alike! Thank you so, so, so much for letting me help on your stands at book events all over the world!
Your heart and generosity continually amazes me. The book world needs more Authors like you.
Perhaps a tad less bossy...
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Christina, Brandi, Maci, Debb and Kathy my beta readers, THANK YOU! Americanisms are hard! I promise to try and stop asking if it sucks...and try and believe you when you tell me it doesn’t – LOL.
Seriously, though, some days your encouragement was all that got me through
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To you the reader, I really hope you like it.
Please find me on FB to tell me either way, I can’t improve without the bad as well as the good.
I appreciate that you take time out of your day to e-mail, message or just send me a quick post on FB.
I love hearing from you.
Emily
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’m in the palliative care unit listening to my father take his last breaths. The cancer ravaged his body. He smoked for many years and it finally caught up with him. I am amazed at how slowly the body can take in a breath. Each one gets further and further apart. He’s breathing through his mouth. I occasionally place a swab in a mixture of water and lemon and rinse out his mouth. The nurses say he doesn’t have long to go.
I have a swab in his mouth when I realize he’s no longer breathing. I bend down and kiss his forehead.
“You could be a bastard, Dad, but I love you, I hope you find Ma. I hope you find the happiness in the next
life that you didn’t find in this one.”
Tears course down my face as I make my way to the nurses’ station. No words are necessary. It’s three am, and only two nurses are on at this time.
The senior nurse pats my arm. “I’m sorry, honey.” She picks up his chart, “We’ll arrange everything. Go home and get some sleep. You’ve been here for a week and I’m thinking it was just the two of you? Did you care for him at home, too?”
I nod as exhaustion takes hold of me but I know that sleep will not claim me. Too many things are running around in my head. My father and I had not always had the best relationship. When my mother was alive, she kept him in line with his drinking but that was five years ago. Dad’s probably been sober for the last six months and that’s only because he was too sick to get out of bed and there was no way I was going to supply it to him.
When my mother died, dad went into depression and drank until he would black out. He loved my mother, in his own way. She was gunned down in a senseless robbery and dad couldn’t move past it. He did try; he reached out to my older brother Dane. They hadn’t seen each other in over seventeen years but Dane wouldn’t even speak to him. My father pleaded with Dane, but Dane’s response was always ‘no’. He said he’d done his fair share of listening to dad and wasn’t about to give him anymore time. He said he was sorry but he’d made peace with those demons years ago.
As I walk through the hospital, my father’s oncologist, Steve, stops me. “Emily, has your father passed? I am so sorry.
Steve is a good doctor but he’s made it more than obvious that he would like to date me. He’s nice, I haven’t had a lot to do with the opposite sex so I sort of fumble through our conversations. It’s not that I haven’t had boyfriends. One was with a boy in high school and we split up when we both went off to college. My second relationship was with a college boy, but we only dated for three months.
“Yes, just now.” I stare at him, not really taking him in. I need to leave this place.
“Can I do anything for you?” His eyes are full of sympathy.
“What am I going to do now?”
“Come with me, Em, I’ll get you a meal and something to drink.” My gaze follows him and he gives me a small smile. “You don’t have any family left now, do you?”
“No, I have a brother.” Memories of him come flooding back and I remember that Dane let me go through all of this alone. When he left us all those years ago, he walked out on me too. He left me with an abusive father and a mother who always made excuses for him.
“A brother? Why isn’t he here with you?” he asks.
I straighten my spine, square my shoulders and say, “You are right! Why isn’t he here with me? Why did I go through all of this alone?!” My voice grows louder and more forceful.
“Em, you are in shock, sweetheart. Let me help you.” His voice is soft, reassuring.
“No, Steve, thank you. Because of you, I now know what I need to do.” I touch him on the arm as I walk past him, out of the hospital and to my car. Tourmaline is a four‐day drive from here. On autopilot, I climb into my car and begin the journey. Dane has a lot to answer for.
Salvatore
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itting in a chair, I watch—bored—as one of my men beats a competitor to my crime family. The Abruzzi Family promoted me to Captain, the youngest ever. The beating has been going on for far too long and there is much I need to do. Time for me to end it. Standing, I walk towards the bloody form, indicating for my enforcer to stop.
“Jerome, I need you to tell me who you are buying guns off. They are undercutting my business and I can’t have that.” I smile at him and motion towards my man. “He will stop the beatdown, Jerome, if you just tell me who it is.”
Tony cracks his knuckles and sneers at Jerome with a sadistic gleam. He’s only five foot eleven but is built like a brick wall, sturdy and impossible to knock down and when he hits someone, they stay down. Plus, he’s loyal and has been with me from the beginning. When they made me a Captain, he was so proud of me.
Jerome mumbles something so I crouch down over his body and study his face. “Jerome, you know it didn’t have to be this way. Just give me the name and I’ll let you go. We’ll be solid; just give me the name.”
His eyes find mine, well, the one that isn’t swollen shut. “Savage Angels, Tourmaline.” It comes out as a croak. My eyes widen and I shake my head. “I swear, I swear it! Savage Angels.”
“Now, Jerome, I had a deal with someone in Tourmaline. The deal was they wouldn’t undercut me or muscle in on Abruzzi Family business. Who the fuck are the Savage Angels?” I grab him by the back of the head and lift him towards me.
“I swear, please, Sal, please!” he pleads.
“Who. Are. They?” I pause between each word and shake his head.
“Savage Angels MC, they are tough motherfuckers, Sal, and they are everywhere.”
I look him in the eyes and know he’s telling me the truth. I stand and Tony hands me a cloth for my hands.
“You want me to pound him a bit more, Boss?” Tony looks down on Jerome as he tries to crawl away.
I smile at him and say, “I believe he’s telling me the truth, Tony. Get him cleaned up and returned to his home. Make it clear to his family that there will be no retribution and that in future they will buy their guns from us. Yeah?”
“Yeah, Boss, I can do that. Should I take one of the guys with me?” he asks.
I nod my head and say, “Take three—armed to the teeth—so if there are any problems we will have enough men and firepower to come out on top. Kill whoever you have to; just get our point across. Clear?” I walk towards the door, stop and place the cloth on a table and continue, “Do not kill Jerome. If there is a problem, kill his family.”
Jerome groans on the floor and Tony smiles and nods at me as I leave the room. When I enter the front of the warehouse, Guido is waiting for me.
Fuck
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He’s the main enforcer for the Abruzzi Family and works directly with the old man, Dominic. Obviously they are concerned about business, but I can fucking handle it.