Read Heart of Steel: A Satan's Savages MC Novel #1 Online
Authors: K E Osborn
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Erotica, #Romantic, #Romance, #Contemporary, #Action & Adventure, #Thrillers
Heart of Steel: A Satan's Savages MC Novel #1 (2 page)
This book has been written using UK English and contains euphemisms and slang words that form part of the Australian spoken word, which is the basis of this book’s writing style.
Please remember that the words are not misspelled, they are slang terms and form part of the every day, Australian lifestyle. Some euphemisms or slang terms have been provided below for your information.
If you would like further explanation, or to discuss the translation or meaning of a particular word, please do not hesitate to contact the author – contact details have been provided, for your convenience, at the end of this book.
Antsy:
Impatient and unable to keep still.
Aussie:
Australian.
Back Door:
The last rider in a group ride. Customarily, the most experienced MC rider.
Bevvied Up:
Very drunk.
Bird:
Young woman.
Brew:
Used when referring to having a beer.
Brothers:
A word of respect used toward other club members who become family. This word is taken very seriously in the MC world.
Cage:
Automobile, truck, van… not a motorcycle.
Cager:
Automobile driver.
Chase Vehicle:
A truck or van that rides behind a group of motorcycle riders on a long trip for any vehicles that break down.
Checked Out:
To die.
Crotch Rocket:
Sports bike.
Dickwad:
A contemptible or stupid person.
Ding Dong Ditch:
Also known as ringing and running – knock on a door and run. A harmless game or prank.
Down Under:
Refers to Australia.
Dregs:
Residue of beer in a glass.
Duck Walk:
Sitting on your motorcycle and pushing it with your feet, usually done when parking or moving forward a few feet.
Durry:
A cigarette.
First 7:
Founding members of the Satan Savages MC.
Franger:
Condom.
Front Door:
First rider in a group ride.
Fuckhead:
A stupid or contemptible person (often used as a general term of abuse).
Fucktard:
Combination of fucking and retard meaning you are stupid or an idiot.
Grog:
Alcohol.
Heat:
The police.
Hog:
Motorcycle.
Independent:
Someone not part of a club or group, but normally part of the bike culture.
Jack Shit:
Nothing or something equivalent to nothing. A lack of general knowledge or significance.
Keep the Shiny Side Up:
A parting expression between bikers meaning to ride safety.
Knacker:
Testicles.
Knickers:
Panties or underwear.
Lid:
A helmet.
Mobile Phone:
Cell phone or telephone.
Monkey Butt:
When riding for hours on end, your arse becomes sore, often resulting in chafing.
Munging:
Putting their mouth over the vagina and eating her out.
Nads:
Testicles.
Nomad:
Moves from place to place, not belonging to a particular MC chapter.
Oz:
Australia.
Pashing:
The act of heavy kissing.
Patching/Patches:
Emblems or symbols sewn onto biker cuts (jackets) to display an affiliation with a club. These patches can be numerous and have meaning to the wearer.
Petrol:
Gas.
Piece:
Gun.
Pipes:
Exhaust system.
Prospect:
A prospect is the bottom of the chain. They have no rank or privileges and are expected to do as they’re told. They may wear the club name on their back, but not the club logo.
Ridin’ Bitch:
Riding as a passenger.
Road Gator:
Road Gators are pieces of shredded tyres that litter the road after a truck tyre has blown. They are potentially dangerous to MC riders.
Road Name:
A name given to someone by his brothers. Usually, this name would be synonymous with some kind of incident or association to that person.
Servo:
Gas station or petrol station.
Settle the Snakes:
Calm everyone down.
Shitfaced:
Drunk or under the influence of drugs.
Six Feet Under:
Dead.
Skedaddle:
Depart quickly or hurriedly.
Skewif:
Twisted or turned to one side.
Sparrow’s Fart:
Awaking at the earliest time of the morning.
Speedo:
Displays the speed your bike or vehicle is travelling.
Sprog:
To ejaculate, come, semen.
Sulking:
To be silent, morose, and bad-tempered out of annoyance or disappointment.
Sunnies:
Sun - glasses or shades.
Twatwaffle:
A vagina that’s so shriveled up that it looks like a defrosted waffle.
UTI:
Urinary tract infection.
Wank:
An act of masturbating.
Wreaking Havoc:
Members that do not fear anything, get dirty, have killed for the club and never run for any reason.
22:
Have spent time in prison.
1%:
The 1% patch is designed to instill fear into the general public. It’s generally centered on a set of ideals which celebrate freedom, non-conformity to mainstream culture and loyalty to the bike club. (The American Motorcycle Association stated that 99% of the bikers at their events were God fearing and family orientated. The other 1% were hard riding, hard partying, non-mainstream type people. Thus, the term 1% was born.)
Mad Dog McNamara
– President of Satan’s Savages MC, Virginia Original, First 7 and father of Steel.
Steel
– Vice President of Satan’s Savages MC. Son to Mad Dog and best friend to Techie.
Chops
– Wreaking Havoc member, Virginia Original, First 7, club torturer and Mad Dog’s right-hand man.
Techie
– Secretary and technical guru for the club. Best friend of Steel.
Jigsaw
– Swedish immigrant and Sergeant at Arms. Also, the one who handles the dismemberment of bodies. Good friend to Steel.
Behemoth
– Enforcer.
Lookout
– Prospect Manager.
Ryder
– Road Captain.
Patch Members
Crash
The Penetrator
Gatekeeper
Prospects
Knucklehead
Adam/FIM
Doug
Club Girls
Lunar
Skye
Jess
Amie
Jodi
Emma
Willow/Flame
– Kindergarten teacher at a child care centre and love interest for Steel.
Jackson
– Child under Willow’s care at the child care centre. Son to Nikita.
Nikita
– Battered mother of Jackson.
BANG.
The echo of gunfire pummels through the warehouse as I hunch behind the wooden crates. Peering out slightly to get a look at Ghost my club Vice President stretched out on the floor, my heart rate spikes as the blood oozes from his chest. The harsh breeze of a bullet stings my face as it flies right past my cheek, grazing it. The intense burn makes me grit my teeth as my back smacks harshly against the splintered wood. I breathe harsh and ragged trying not to pass out at the thought of the near fucking miss.
The sweet metallic pungent smell of blood and gunpowder invade my senses, drowning me in the knowledge that we’re outnumbered and losing this damn fight. Looking over to my left as the gunfire ricochets off the crates surrounding me, sending splinters of timber in all directions, Jigsaw the club’s Sergeant at Arms is slowly making his way over to me. He jumps up and fires off a few rounds toward the 5113 street gang. These guys are fucking scum and can’t be trusted, which is obvious from today’s drug deal going God damned south.
“Where the fuck is Crash?” I yell as Jigsaw drops to the ground dodging more bullets and rolls toward me moving his back up against the crates alongside me.
“Patience comes to those on the plateau of solace,” Jigsaw says in his Swedish accent and I glare at him and shake my head.
“Now is
not
the time for your fuckin’ riddles, arsehole. Is Crash on his way to wipe out these fuckheads
or not
?” I yell over the consistent and annoying gunfire.
Surely those fuckers should have run out of ammo by now?
Suddenly an almighty explosion sounds, the shockwave forcing the air from my lungs as I fall forward and onto the body of the gang member I stabbed earlier, his blood seeping into my 1% patch. Taking in a lung full of air as my ears ring from the violent burst of noise, I shake my head noticing the gunfire has now ceased. Grabbing Jigsaw by the scruff of his T-shirt, I stand up on shaky legs looking back to the front of the warehouse. It’s completely destroyed and in its place is the truck with Crash standing at the driver’s side smirking like he knows he’s saved our arses!
“Well, c’mon fucker or the rest of the gang are gonna get here before we can piss off,” Crash yells out and I can only just hear him over the constant ringing in my ears.
I kick the dead gang member away from me—fucker got blood on my patch—and run with Jigsaw to the front of the now completely mangled warehouse. On my way out I pass the two prospects that Chez took out when the gunfire first rang out. Alex has half his head missing with his brains splattered all over the wall and Jake has a single bullet wound straight between the eyes. Gritting my teeth and shaking my head as my blood pressure rises, I don’t stop to look at the mangled and bloodied up bodies of Chez and the other members of the gang.
They double-crossed us. I don’t have time to worry about sorting out their traitorous corpses.
“Help me get Ghost and the prospects in the truck, Crash,” I yell as I race back to Ghost and lean down grabbing his shoulders.
Fucker’s heavy!
Crash grabs his legs and we lift him to the back of the truck. His body thuds against the metal of the tray and I cringe wishing it was anyone but Ghost. But I don’t have time to mourn right now. The 5113ers could come back at any second and with more numbers. We gotta sprint!
We hike Alex and Jake into the van as Jigsaw grabs what’s left of the duffle bags containing the drugs and hands them to Crash just as he closes the back door of the truck.
“The drugs are like water, rare and beautiful and if you—”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake Jigsaw. Enough with the riddles. Let’s get the fuck outta here!” I yell.
He nods and Crash gets back into the truck while I jump onto my Hog. Feeling the cool metal between my legs helps my spiking heart rate ease a notch. Being on the back of a bike is like an instant relaxer.
“Go!” Jigsaw yells. That’s the only words that have made sense in the last five years I’ve known him.
I kick start my bike, the engine roars to life as I turn back and look at the smoldering warehouse and the carnage of the bodies left inside. I can’t help a smile that forms across my face.
“See you in hell, fuckers!” I turn around and the wind eases the burn on my cheek as I ride off watching the moon rising over the foothills toward the clubhouse where I was raised. My life, my home.
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