Brett

  Brett

  An MC Romance

  Savage Crows MC Mother Charter

  Book 1

  T.O. Smith

  Contents

  Books in the Series

  Club Info

  Brett

  Olivia

  Brett

  Olivia

  Brett

  Olivia

  Brett

  Olivia

  Brett

  Olivia

  Brett

  Olivia

  Brett

  Olivia

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  Olivia

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  Book Two Sneak Peek

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  Other Books By T.O. Smith

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  About the Author

  For Riley, my reason for everything that I do.

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  And for everyone reader who adored the Savage Crows MC TX Charter, I hope you love the mother charter just as much.

  ©December 2021. T.O. Smith. All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Books in the Series

  Brett

  Kyle

  Damon

  Halen

  Logan

  Walker

  Vincent

  Club Info

  SAVAGE CROWS MC MOTHER CHARTER

  Copper: President

  Damon: Vice President

  Kyle: Road Captain

  Halen: Sergeant at Arms

  Vincent: Enforcer

  Brett: Secretary

  Logan: Treasurer

  Walker: Chaplain

  SAVAGE CROWS MC TEXAS CHARTER

  Blink: Founder

  Grim: President

  Alex: Vice President

  Ink: Road Captain

  Hatchet: Sergeant at Arms

  Thor: Enforcer

  Grave: Secretary

  Bullet: Treasurer

  Sabotage: Chaplain

  Scab: Patch

  SIDE NOTES

  A chaplain is normally the one over all of the spiritual things in a club, as well as performs marriage ceremonies, funerals, and puts protection on members in jail.

  A chaplain in my book is the one the members go to for advice. So, please keep that in mind while reading this book.

  Thanks!

  Brett

  Grab some fucking coffee while you’re out. -Vincent

  I swear to God, we were all a bunch of lazy fucks. We avoided going to the store at all costs. Whoever was brave enough to venture out was normally the one that got stuck with grabbing all of the shit the club needed in the clubhouse.

  Like coffee, since we were all a bunch of dimwits that couldn’t survive without our daily doses of caffeine every morning. And God bless Penny – Copper’s wife. She normally saved all of us from having to go to the store. Bless her heart, she normally got everything for all of us as long as we gave her the money for it.

  Though, it tended to piss Copper – our president – off that we ‘used’ her as he put it.

  But hey, she volunteered. And who were we to deny a woman that wanted to do our shopping for us?

  With a tired sigh, I slid out of my old, beat-up pick-up truck and strode inside of the store. It was still early in the morning – too fucking early – so the store was still pretty dead, which I preferred.

  The less people I had to deal with, the better. The people in this town feared us more than they respected us. And the dirty looks I sometimes received really grated on my fucking nerves.

  But the older women? Funny as hell to poke shit at them, especially when I caught them gossiping about the club behind my back. Shit always sent them into a damn fit.

  I headed straight for the coffee aisle to grab coffee grounds, grabbing the strongest kind they sold. I then headed to the pain medicine aisle to grab myself some Tylenol. I’d woken up with a damn headache, and when I’d went to go hunt Tylenol down, low and behold, there was zilch in the clubhouse.

  Hence my trip to the store early this morning.

  Fucking sucked living with a bunch of grown ass fucking men most of the time.

  My phone vibrated in my cut. With a grunt, I pulled it out, glaring at Halen’s text.

  Vince said you’re out at the store. Mind grabbing a box of condoms? -Halen

  I ignored that text. Grown ass man could grab his own fucking condoms.

  I grabbed a box of Little Debbie cakes and headed to the register, deciding that sweets and coffee was the way to go for breakfast this morning.

  I set my shit on the conveyor belt and reached for my wallet, not looking up at the cashier.

  But fuck, when I did? She stole the goddam breath from my lungs.

  She was probably only a couple of inches above five feet, making me tower over her a bit. Her blonde curls were pulled up into a bun on the top of her head, and there was zero make-up on her face, yet she still managed to look fucking breathtaking.

  And unlike many other women her age I saw wearing the store uniform, she wore it tastefully with all of the buttons on her shirt fastened, a cream-colored sweater over her shoulders, and a pair of jeans on that didn’t look like they were cutting off her circulation.

  “That’ll be $12.32,” she informed me as she looked up at me.

  Those eyes. Those fucking eyes would forever haunt my soul – I just knew it.

  They were a light shade of gray with tiny flecks of blue scattered within them. I didn’t even give a fuck that I was unashamedly staring at her.

  I fucking wanted her – had to have her. The need to have her beneath me, screaming my name, was pulsing through my blood like fucking lava.

  Holy fucking shit.

  Was this how Copper had felt when he’d first met Penny? Because Jesus Christ, now I understood why he moved so fast with her. One second, the man had been single, and the next, he was bringing home a woman – the club queen.

  “Um, sir—"

  The flash of a gun glinted my peripheral vision, and I quickly looked towards the windows of the store. A man was standing there with a semi-automatic rifle in his hands. “Get down!” I roared, hoping I gave everyone enough of a warning.

  I jumped over the cash register and quickly yanked the blonde woman down into the small, cubby-like area, curling my body around her as the person opened fire. The sound of bullets, screams, and shattering glass filled the air, piercing my ears.

  The blonde was screaming in my arms, but I held tight, keeping her protected. I’d been shot and stabbed before – numerous times – but I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to her. Not when I had been extensively trained in not only combat but also with the Savage Crows MC on how to protect others in a fucking shootout.

  The military had taught me a lot before I’d been discharged with a gunshot wound. But the club? They taught me the vital parts of how to survive and keep a level head on my shoulders when there were lives on the line.

  The gunshots stopped, and I slapped my hand over the blonde’s mouth to shut her up. Her wide, frightened, gray eyes snapped to mine. “Shh.” She nodded her head. I slowly uncovered her mo
uth, keeping my body around hers.

  Blood slowly trailed its way under the register. Her breathing quickened, her face paling. I quickly turned her face against my chest, blocking her sight of the blood. I listened, making out the sound of boots moving, glass crunching under the person’s weight.

  And the shooter was making his way over to our register.

  I quickly yanked my gun out of its holster and pressed a finger against the blonde’s lips before I slowly released her, moving out from my hiding spot. Creeping my way around the register, keeping my back to it, I waited at the very end, watching as he moved closer and closer.

  And then, I shot him in his fucking knee cap.

  He roared in pain as he crumped to the ground. I jumped up, kicking his weapon across the floor before I knelt over him and began to bash his face in.

  The sound of sirens reached my ears, and I jerked my head up, only to meet the panicked eyes of the beautiful blonde woman that had been my cashier. She was as pale as a ghost, tears streaming down her face, her entire body trembling as she stared down at the man that was now unconscious on the floor.

  “Easy,” I soothed as I stood up. I gently grabbed her upper arms. “It’s alright now. You’re safe,” I crooned.

  She sobbed as she launched herself at me, her knees giving out on her. I sank to the floor with her, holding her tightly as cops filtered into the store. Copper strode in with them, Damon – our VP – right behind him. My president met my eyes, his jaw clenched, his eyes flared with rage.

  Shit like this didn’t happen in our fucking town.

  “They’ll pay,” he growled.

  I nodded in agreement before I turned my attention back to the hysterical blonde in my arms. “Hey, I need you to calm down,” I soothed. I gently grabbed her face in my hands and forced her to look up at me. Fuck, she was going into shock. Her entire body was shaking in my arms.

  I quickly stripped out of my cut. Copper grabbed it from me, and I took off my leather jacket, draping it over her shoulders before I gently guided her arms through the sleeves. I quickly shrugged my cut back on and pulled her back into my arms.

  Damon grabbed a random lawn chair that they had set out for sale and silently nodded his head towards it. “Thanks,” I gruffly muttered.

  I quickly stood up with the blonde in my arms and settled into the much more comfortable chair. Copper and Damon stayed close by me, talking amongst themselves as the cops surveyed the scene. Both of the other workers that had been here were dead, and the only reason this woman was alive was because I’d acted fast enough to fucking save her.

  “Can you tell me your name?” I asked her.

  “O-Olivia,” she stuttered out.

  I smiled at her. “Pretty name,” I complimented, meaning it, though I was hoping to distract her. She rubbed at her head. Without a word, I pulled her hair down, silently thanking Copper for that one. I’d watched him do it with Penny when she was complaining of a headache.

  “Just rest,” I soothed. “The police will want to talk to you in a little bit.”

  I began to massage her scalp. “I want to leave,” she whimpered, her eyes pleading with me.

  “Easy now,” I crooned. “I’ll take you out of here as soon as the cops talk to you and finish questioning you and me, okay? But for now, we have to sit right here.”

  “I don’t want to be alone.” She trembled, more tears sliding down her cheeks.

  I tightened my arm around her. “Then you won’t be,” I promised. “I’ve got you. Just rest.”

  I looked up at Copper. He looked away from where they were hauling the unconscious shooter off the ground to meet my eyes. “He’ll get out on bond,” he said quietly. “She saw him. She’ll need protection.”

  I nodded in agreement. “She comes with me,” I told him.

  He nodded once. “Wouldn’t expect anything less, brother.”

  Olivia

  Only been living two weeks in town, and I was already a witness to a shooting.

  And the only reason I was alive right now was because of the man currently sitting in the driver’s seat of this old, beat-up truck.

  I’d been questioned by the police numerous times. At this point, all I wanted was a hot shower, clean clothes, and to sleep. I no longer had a job; I was a witness to a shooting, and I’d seen one too many dead bodies today.

  “You okay?” The man that had saved my life asked me as he glanced over at me.

  The man was hot as hell; I could give him that. He had dirty-blonde hair that was kind of curly and naturally messy, but he wore it well – as if it were an actual style. A light dusting of a beard was along his jaw, giving him a rugged look that certainly fit the outlaw thing he had going on with his motorcycle club vest.

  And those eyes? They were a startling shade of blue, but they drew you in, held you captive. And they were the only thing that had kept me from freaking out all day.

  He had been there, and he had saved me. I owed him my life for what he’d done today.

  I looked back out of the window beside me, leaning my head against the door. “I’m okay,” I told him. “A little shaken up, but I’ll be fine.”

  “I’m taking you to the clubhouse,” he informed me. I jerked my head back around to stare up at him in shock. “That guy – he’ll get out on bond. They always do, and I won’t risk that he’ll come after you to shut you up. You’re a witness.”

  My blood ran cold at the thought of that man coming after me. The fear of even slightly repeating the past made me want to throw up.

  “So are you,” I retorted, trying to hide my fear from him. “I don’t see anyone putting extra safety measures on you.”

  He barked out a laugh. “Sweetheart, I’m a fucking outlaw,” he told me. “You know what that means? We don’t do shit by the books. We live by our own codes. I saved your ass today – put my own ass on the line for you. I’m not about to let all of that potentially go to waste just so you can have your independence.”

  I was seething. He had not only seen right through me, but he was also rudely blunt. “God, you’re a dick,” I snapped.

  “Nah, sweetheart. I’m just trying to protect you.” He winked at me. “But I do have a dick if you’re interested in seeing it.”

  My mouth dropped open in shock. The nerve of this man! “You are disgusting!” I shouted at him. He laughed, his shoulders shaking. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

  He smiled over at me, stealing the breath from my lungs, momentarily making me forget about what I was ranting about. “Got you to come out of your head.” His smile widened. “You’ve got a fire inside of you. Good. Keep it there,” he ordered. His smile dropped. “Because if that fucker gets bond like I’m thinking he will, you’ll need that fire to keep you standing on your feet.”

  I swallowed thickly, fear clawing at my throat. “You really think he will come after me?” The thought of that scenario made me want to curl in a hole somewhere and hide for the rest of my life.

  He grunted. “Not think, sweetheart. I know he will. Because if you stand up against him in court, he knows he’ll go away for a long fucking time. He’s going to want to shut up everyone he can.”

  “Oh, God,” I choked out. Vomit rose in my throat. “I’m going to be sick.”

  He quickly yanked the truck over to the side of the road. I slung the door open and stepped out right before I threw up my breakfast. A moment later, I felt the guy pull my blonde curls out of my face, his other hand rubbing my back. “Easy now,” he soothed. I dragged in a ragged breath before gagging again. “Everything is going to be alright,” he promised. “You’re going to be just fine. I won’t let a damn thing happen to you.”

  I slowly straightened back up and leaned against the side of his truck, sucking fresh air into my lungs. I closed my eyes, listening as he rummaged around his truck for something. “Here,” he said.

  I opened my eyes to see him holding a piece of mint gun out to me. With a small, thankful smile, I took it from him. “W
hat’s your name?” I asked him.

  He frowned at me. “You must have really been out of it when they were questioning us.” I just shrugged. “I’m Brett – Savage Crows MC’s secretary.” He patted his cut, and I flushed when I realized his name had been right in front of my face this entire time. “Come on,” he gently coaxed. “Into the truck. You look like the slightest breeze is going to blow you over.”

  “I need clean clothes,” I told him. “I want a shower.”

  He helped me back into the truck. “I’ll give you some of mine to wear for the time being. Right now, I want to get you to the clubhouse so you can take a hot, relaxing shower and sleep for a little while. It’s been a rough fucking day already for both of us.”

  With that, he shut the door and walked around the hood of the truck. I couldn’t help myself. I stared at him as he slid into the driver’s seat of the truck.

  What in the hell had I gotten myself into?

  I nervously walked down the stairs, listening to numerous men talking – some laughing. I heard two kids squealing and a woman’s laughter.