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  Savage (Devil’s Fury MC 10)

  Harley Wylde

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  Editor: Crystal Esau

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  Table of Contents

  Savage (Devil’s Fury MC 10)

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Epilogue

  Author’s Note

  Dedication and Acknowledgments

  Harley Wylde

  Savage (Devil’s Fury MC 10)

  Harley Wylde

  Mariah -- I knew my dad, a Dixie Reaper, wouldn’t understand why I wanted to date a cop. It’s why I’d planned to elope with Ty, until it all went so very wrong. My dad caught me, tossed me into the car, and drove me hours away to the Devil’s Fury. I didn’t know he’d already promised me to someone else. Savage. The Devil’s Fury MC Treasurer. A man who set butterflies loose in my stomach at first sight.

  The man might have claimed me as his, but he runs every time we’re in the same room together. I can’t tell if he’s just that turned off by me, or if there’s another woman. Whatever it is, he either needs to let me go, or make me his -- in all ways. I just never expected the surprise left at the gates, and the way it would make my heart break, or the fact my ex would be a lunatic. I should have known life would throw me a curveball. Or two. Nothing is ever easy.

  Savage -- Claiming a woman sight unseen didn’t seem like such a bad thing. It wasn’t like I had anyone I wanted to settle down with. The fact she’s two decades younger than me might have given me pause at one point, but not anymore. Then she arrives, spitting and hissing like an angry kitten. I try to do the right thing and give her time. Except clearly that was the wrong thing to do.

  I’ll make her realize she’s the only one I want, claim her in every way possible, but first… I need to take care of business. The dirty cop who preys on women and children will be taught a lesson he won’t soon forget. Should have known the daughter of a Dixie Reaper wouldn’t shy away from getting her hands dirty and wouldn’t need saving. Not sure how I got so lucky to call her mine, but I’m holding on tight to Mariah. She’s the best thing to ever happen to me.

  Prologue

  Mariah

  Three Months Earlier

  My heart slammed against my ribs as I slipped out of the house and hurried to my car. So far, no one had questioned me being gone more than usual. Each time I pulled away from the compound, I breathed a sigh of relief at not getting caught. I knew my dad would have a fit if he knew who I’d been dating. He wouldn’t give Ty a chance. He’d take one look at the badge attached to his shirt and that would be the end of it.

  I drove through town and kept going. We’d decided it would be safer to meet in the next town over. My dad’s club went there on occasion, but it wouldn’t be as likely I’d run into anyone I knew. I saw Ty’s SUV parked outside the diner and butterflies erupted in my stomach as I pulled in next to him. I checked my hair and lipstick before getting out and heading inside.

  Ty waved at me from a table in the back and I hurried over. Smiling broadly, I slipped into the seat across from him. We’d been dating a few months, and I just knew he was the one. He’d been so sweet, so attentive. We hadn’t gone as far as I’d have liked, but we’d kissed, and he’d touched me a few times. Last time I’d even given him a blow job.

  “There’s my beautiful girl,” he said, giving me a wink. “Any trouble getting away?”

  I shook my head. “I don’t think they suspect anything.”

  “Good. I already ordered for us.” He leaned across the table and lowered his voice. “I have something special planned when we’re done.”

  If I’d thought I had butterflies earlier, I must have had pterodactyls swooping through my stomach now. Something special? I wondered where we’d be going, or what he had in mind.

  Our food arrived and I gave the salad a baleful glance, but at least I had some baked chicken and carrots to go with it. I knew he hadn’t meant anything insulting by ordering me rabbit food, and I’d choke it down just for him, but I’d have much preferred a burger and fries.

  “How was work?” I asked, hoping he wouldn’t notice my lack of enthusiasm over my meal.

  “Good. Stopped a burglary over on Pine Road, but otherwise I just dealt with routine traffic stops.”

  I nodded. “I’m glad you stayed safe. I know your job can be dangerous.”

  He grinned. “Can’t take me down easily. Besides, you give me a reason to keep breathing.”

  My cheeks warmed and I ducked my head. I felt all fluttery inside when he said stuff like that. I’d never dated anyone like him before. I knew he was quite a bit older than me, but it didn’t matter. Not to me. Age was just a number, after all. At least, that’s how it had always seemed. I knew my dad was roughly two decades older than my mom.

  We finished our meal, and he left enough money on the table to cover everything plus tip, then he placed his hand at my lower back and guided me outside. I always loved when he did that. It made me feel like a princess or something. We stopped beside his SUV, and he popped the locks before helping me inside.

  “I’ll bring you back to your car in a bit. No sense taking two vehicles,” he said.

  I knew he was right, but I couldn’t help but worry someone would recognize my car. If anyone from the Dixie Reapers happened by, they’d wonder where I was, and more importantly, why I’d strayed so far from home.

  Ty pulled away from the diner and reached over to hold my hand. His thumb caressed my skin and I sighed in contentment. I loved when he did things like that. He pulled over at a park and I waited while he came around to my door. I’d learned the hard way not to get out on my own. He helped me down and led me down the pathway. A small lake glistened in the sunlight as we stepped through the trees.

  “Oh, Ty
. It’s beautiful.”

  “Not as beautiful as you.” He dropped to his knee and smiled up at me. “I know this is sudden, and you’re still young, but I love you, Mariah. Will you please be my wife? Make me the happiest man ever?”

  Tears misted my eyes, and my throat grew tight. “Yes. Yes, Ty. I’ll marry you.”

  He slid a ring onto my finger. The band was thin and the diamond tiny, but I didn’t care. It was perfect. I’d have to hide it from my family. For now, anyway. They’d have to meet him sooner or later.

  He stood and wrapped his arms around me, kissing me long and deep. I didn’t know when we’d get married, or where, but I didn’t care. As long as I was Ty’s at the end of the day, nothing else mattered. I wanted so badly to call my sister and tell her the news, but if I did, she’d tell Demon and then he’d call my dad. I couldn’t risk it. For now, I’d keep the engagement to myself.

  “I’ll make the arrangements in a few months,” Ty said. “Until then, we’ll meet when we can. You’ve made me so happy, Mariah.”

  “I’m happy too,” I murmured, kissing him again. “So happy.”

  It never occurred to me my happily-ever-after would fall to pieces. But I should have known better. If there was anything my dad wouldn’t stand for, it was me getting married to a cop.

  Chapter One

  Mariah

  My jaw ached from grinding my teeth. I stared out the window, refusing to even look at my dad. I couldn’t believe he’d hauled me away from Tyson. Another few minutes, and we’d have been gone. I wondered who’d told. Could have been the Prospect at the gate, or any of my dad’s spies around town. I should have waited until dark. Even though I’d begged Ty to wait, he hadn’t listened.

  “Can’t ignore me forever,” my dad said.

  Want to bet?

  We crossed the Alabama state line and entered Florida. He hadn’t said exactly where we were going. Devil’s Boneyard? They weren’t far from our current location. I wanted to ask. Pressing my lips together, I forced myself to remain silent.

  “Fine. Pout like a damn kid, Mariah, but it’s not going to change anything. Settle in. We still have a bit of a drive.”

  I looked over at him. What the hell did that mean? The Devil’s Boneyard was only another hour, if that. So where were we going? When he took the ramp to head north into Georgia, my stomach knotted. Oh, shit.

  “We’re going to see Farrah?” I asked before I could stop myself.

  “Nope, but same location.”

  Shit. If we weren’t going to see Farrah, then who? Did my dad want my brother-in-law, Demon, to scare the hell out of me? Because it wouldn’t be hard. Just being in his presence was enough to make me pee myself. I knew he doted on my sister, but it didn’t change his scare factor. I’d heard the stories of what he’d done when people crossed him or the Devil’s Fury.

  I tried not to fidget as the truck ate up the miles. My nerves were shot by the time we arrived. Expecting my dad to stop at Farrah’s or even the clubhouse, I couldn’t hold back my gasp as he kept going. Bile rose in my throat, and I scanned the area, not having a damn clue whose house we’d be visiting. The fact he’d packed my clothes and a box of my books didn’t bode well for this being a quick stop.

  Since my dad had taken my phone, I couldn’t even text Ty to let him know my current location. I knew he’d have come for me. We may not have made our flight today, but we could have gotten another one.

  We came to a stop outside a sprawling home. It might have only been one-story, but I could tell it was far from small inside. I got out and stood by the truck, not knowing what to expect. The front door opened and when I saw the large man who strolled out to meet us, my stomach flipped.

  “You made good time,” Savage said, holding his hand out to my dad.

  “Needed to get her out of there immediately. Caught her trying to run off with the cop.” My dad glared at me. “Nothing to say, Mariah?”

  “Why am I here?” I asked.

  Savage’s eyebrows rose and he rocked back on his feet. “Damn. I’m guessing this is a conversation we should have inside. Y’all come in. Need me to get anything from the truck?”

  “I threw a box of her books in the back seat, and she has a bag of clothes. I can send the rest in a few days.” My dad started walking to the house. “Getting old’s a bitch. I’m using your bathroom.”

  Savage snickered.

  My dad tossed a phone at him. “That’s hers. She can have it back, but I’m not giving it to her. She may call that shithead cop.”

  Savage caught the phone, looked at it a moment, then handed it to me. “No calls or texts until we talk. Don’t make me regret letting you have that back.”

  He opened the back door of the truck and hauled my stuff out like it didn’t weigh anything. I had no choice but to follow him into the house. He set my things down inside the door and motioned for me to have a seat in the living room. Gray slate floors stretched in every direction, and the light gray walls added to the drab color scheme.

  I sank onto a black leather sofa and eyed the unusual coffee table. It had to be custom-made. The base looked like a large cut tree trunk. Etched into the top were the colors for the Devil’s Fury, and a piece of glass set over the top, cut to match the edges. I hadn’t ever seen anything like it. The wood had been distressed or stained to a dark charcoal.

  To my left, a flat screen TV hung from the wall. It had to be at least sixty inches or more. Across from the couch and table were two chairs, and a smaller table set between the two. An ottoman sat catty-corner to one of them, and I figured it must be where Savage usually sat. The chair looked more worn than the other one.

  My dad entered the room, his arms folded, and he glared at me. I narrowed my eyes right back and waited to see why he’d brought me here.

  “What did you mean you caught her trying to leave with the cop?” Savage asked, sinking into one of two leather chairs, the one I’d thought would be his. He sprawled, reminding me of a big jungle cat.

  “Ty and I are getting married,” I said.

  Savage tensed. “That right?”

  “I didn’t tell her,” Dad said. “I should have, but I was biding my time.”

  Savage arched an eyebrow. “That worked out well, didn’t it?”

  The look they shared told me something was up. Why had my dad brought me here? What had he kept from me?

  “Tell me what?” I asked.

  “Casper VanHorne arranged for Savage to claim you as his old lady. You’re already promised to him, Mariah, so you can’t marry the damn cop.”

  I shot to my feet. “What? Are you serious right now?”

  My heart raced. What had Casper done? Or my father, for that matter. How could they have done this? I’d always thought I’d have a say in who I ended up with. I’d known my dad would never accept Tyson, but I’d thought he’d come to tolerate him eventually. But this?

  “Back up a minute,” Savage said. “Exactly how were you going to get married? You’re only seventeen.”

  “Right. You claimed a teenager. Sick bastard,” I muttered.

  My dad growled and advanced on me. I sat quickly, knowing I’d gone too far. He hunkered down in front of me, looking all kinds of pissed off. At least I knew he wouldn’t hit me. He’d never hurt any of us, no matter how loud he yelled. Although, it hadn’t stopped him from taking away our electronics, forbidding us from leaving the house, or coming up with unusual punishments we always hated.

  “You think Savage claiming you is any different from that fucking cop saying he would marry you? Because Savage is right, Mariah. I saw your forged documents. The cop had to get them for you. But I don’t think you thought everything through,” Dad said.

  I felt my cheeks burn as I sank farther into the cushions, wishing I could disappear. I shouldn’t have asked Ty for those. If he’d kept them, my dad wouldn’t have found them. For that matter, maybe I could have slipped away a little later. If he hadn’t known what we planned, I might still be in Alabama
.

  “Forged? What the hell did she have?” Savage asked.

  “Birth certificate and license claiming she’s nineteen,” Dad said before looking at me again. “Did it not occur to you that you’d eventually have to come home? It’s where that dipshit works, and the entire fucking town knows you’re not even eighteen yet.”

  Savage stood, his hands fisted at his sides. “What the fuck?”

  He shared a look with my dad, and I knew whatever they were thinking wouldn’t be good. But they were wrong! Ty loved me! We’d been seeing each other in secret for half a year. My cheeks warmed when I remembered all our stolen moments. He hadn’t taken my virginity, saying he wanted to save it for our wedding night, but we’d done other things.

  “Mariah, listen good, you hear me?” Dad tapped my knee to make sure he had my attention. “He didn’t plan on returning with you. There’s no damn way possible he’d have pulled it off. Did you see the plane tickets with your own eyes? Both for your trip there and the return tickets?”

  I hesitated. No, I hadn’t. He’d told me we were going to Las Vegas to get married, and I’d trusted him. He hadn’t had a reason to lie, right?

  “How many are missing?” Savage asked softly.

  My dad focused on him. “Three that I’m aware of. None of ours until now.”

  Missing? My brow furrowed. I didn’t know what was going on. What was missing and what did it have to do with me?

  “Wait. What are you talking about?” I asked.

  Savage sighed and came closer, kneeling on my other side. He reached for my hand, and I let him take it. “Little girl, your daddy just saved you from being sold. That cop you’re so hung up on? He wasn’t going to marry you. There’s no way possible he could have managed it. The moment you returned home, your dad would have raised hell, and the marriage would have been annulled. Not to mention, the cop would be facing a statutory rape charge if he’d touched you, assuming he’s older than nineteen, and taking a minor across state lines without the parents’ permission is a federal offense.”