Burned by Abi (Devil Savages MC Book 2) Read Online Free Page A

than preppy fraternities in every direction, the four years of school she had completed instead of the six years needed to earn her degree in forensic science had been pure torture. It didn’t take long for her bad-ass-don’t-fuck-with-me reputation to spread and categorize her in with the goth and weird ass emo crowds, not that she hung out with any of them. She’d had one friend the whole time she was there, and even then the girl didn’t know the details on her life. She was a lone wolf until she got home to her pack. This was her place in the universe. This was her crowd. Now it was time for them to realize it.
    With only one place she wanted to be, she took off to the city, ready to do what she did best—beat the shit out of people. Getting paid for it was an extra perk.
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    The warm night air was Tonka’s therapy. It was one of the few places he could truly relax with nothing but a blanket of stars above and the open road ahead. His past, his present, and his future all folded together harmoniously, meshing into something that made sense. His life had been a snowball to hell before he’d gotten his shit together and became a patched member, starting when his father had been killed in the service. His mother had done her best to keep things together but it ended up him alone on most occasions and fending for himself. That’s when he starting taking up space at Sledge’s house. Sledge was lost, trying to figure out how to care for the kids left behind after his parents’ death, and Tonka was left just trying to put the pieces back together. Together, they’d managed to raise the kids with no serious issues and themselves, turning to the Savages for guidance. They’d taken him in with open arms and given him a great job and a place within their ranks. Never again had Sledge had to worry about where their next meal would come from, nor had the costs of boarding schools and college been an issue. They’d been inseparable ever since, and the most loyal members the club would ever see.
    It wasn’t long until Tonto slowed the pace, motioning for them to split off where the road forked. Tonight was about scouting out the area so they could assess their target and come up with a plan toward getting rid of the nasty gang that plagued their streets. Their businesses were suffering, their community falling apart. Both of which were their livelihood and nothing fucked with what was theirs.
    Tonka and Yo Neg led the second half of the convoy left, cutting off the main road down a dirt trail. They kept their pace slow and steady, weapons cocked and loaded. If the slimy bastards had guards on their drug routes, which they probably did, they wouldn’t have time to fuck around. The Mexican bastards had the advantage of knowing they were coming, but the Savages held the upper hand of wielding enough fire power to take down a small army.
    Yo Neg pointed to a bunch of shrubbery and tall grass that seemed a little thicker than the rest that lined their route and slowed, turning his headlight toward the area. The guys followed, all watching for any sign of someone who might be setting up an ambush. When movement did show as they discovered the first tunnel, he didn’t waste time and parked his bike, running to lead Bull, Sledge, and Zeus toward the six charging bodies, bullets flying. “No survivors! Kill ‘em all, let God sort ‘em out.”
    He was the first to reach his target, putting a bullet between the eyes of the head of the herd and immobilizing the second. Instead of tactfully shooting the man in a clean kill, he went for his blade. Yo Neg favored a knife to a gun, always roused by the guys. The saying, ‘Don’t bring a knife to a gun fight’ applied to most people, but not him. He felt more comfortable with the steel in his hand. More in control. It also worked to ease his aggression problems.
    In one fast jab and swipe, he cut the man’s throat. Blood squirted out as he bled out, his body falling to the