Scorpion

SCORPION

AN MC ROMANCE

SAVAGE CROWS MC TX CHARTER

BOOK 11

T.O. SMITH

CONTENTS

Books in the Series

Club Info

Note from the Author:

Scorpion

Jessica

Scorpion

Jessica

Scorpion

Jessica

Scorpion

Jessica

Scorpion

Jessica

Scorpion

Jessica

Scorpion

Jessica

Scorpion

Jessica

Scorpion

Jessica

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

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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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ISBN-13: 979-8450699684

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For Riley, my reason for everything that I do.

For my lovers of the Savage Crows MC.

And for everyone who has a thing for the wild side.

BOOKS IN THE SERIES

Ink & Reina

Ink

Sabotage

Hatchet

Copper

Ghost

Alex

Thor

Bullet

Scab

Grim

Scorpion

Grave

Judge’s Girl

Layla

CLUB INFO

SAVAGE CROWS MC TX CHARTER

Blink: Founder

Grim: President

Alex: Vice President

Ink: Road Captain

Hatchet: Sergeant at Arms

Thor: Enforcer

Grave: Secretary

Scorpion: Treasurer

Bullet: Patch

Sabotage: Chaplain

Scab: Patch

SAVAGE CROWS MC MOTHER CHARTER

Copper: President

KING’S DISCIPLES MC

Judge: President

Ghost: Road Captain

SIDE INFO

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!

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

This book contains elements that some readers may not find enjoyable. These include graphic violence, murder, mention of child abuse, family violence, mention of domestic abuse, and pregnancy.

The MMC in this book is growly, overprotective, and over the top.

If any of the above is triggering for you, I advise against reading.

If you have any questions before diving in, please reach out to me at authortosmith@gmail.com.

SCORPION

Hatchet stepped out of the office with a cup of coffee in his hand. He still looked half-asleep, which would probably explain why he was an hour late for his shift.

Late night? Thor teased from across the garage where he was sanding a bumper.

Hatchet grunted. I laughed quietly. Layla was having a lot better days lately, but I had a feeling yesterday was a particularly bad one. Not only did he call out yesterday, but he was late this morning and looked like he had been up all night.

Poor Thor—he just tried to lighten the mood when shit looked dark and daunting.

Eat shit, Thor. It’s too early for your shit, Hatchet grumbled as he took a sip of his coffee.

I stood up from my crouched position and pointed to the rear bumper that I had laid over a couple of sawhorses. Pop the dents out when you decide to wake the hell up, I told him. I narrowed my eyes at him. We’re behind, Hatchet. Today really wasn’t the day for you to show up late, I reminded him.

He sighed. Sorry, Scorpion, he grunted. Layla had a really bad day yesterday, and she was awake all night because of nightmares.

I clapped his back as I moved past him. I know, brother. The club is always here if you need it, I reminded him. But sometimes work is a damn good distraction.

Hatchet sighed. Yeah, I know, he grumbled. He swallowed down the rest of his coffee, and honestly, I didn’t know how it didn’t burn his throat. The man was probably just so damn tired, though, that he didn’t notice.

I moved into the office, needing to buckle down on some paperwork now that Hatchet had brought his ass into work. I knew shit was rough for him, though, so I didn’t call to hound him about where the fuck he was at.

I felt bad for Layla. It was clear she was trying every damn day to be better, but unfortunately, she would never truly be better. She would just learn how to cope.

I knew he and his kids were going to begin feeling that loss—especially Matthew.

I scrubbed my hands clean and was in the middle of drying them when I heard a loud, shitty-sounding car ride onto the lot. I sighed and tossed the towel onto the bathroom counter, moving out front to see what piece of junk someone thought I could save today.

An old, beat-up, ’69 Chevy Camaro came to a rolling, spluttering stop. I smirked when I saw the blonde in the driver’s seat roughly slam her hands against the steering wheel, and the words fuck and piece of shit reached my ears.

She shoved the door open and stepped out. Her hair was piled into a messy bun on the top of her head, strands falling out around her face, sticking to her neck from the heat. Her face was completely bare—no make-up whatsoever, which was how I preferred my women.

But Christ, that ass that was showcased perfectly in those damn leggings? I was semi-hard just seeing it. She was a bit on the thicker side—probably classed overweight by a physician, but to men—especially men like me—she just looked thick.

And fucking sexy as hell.

I hate this piece of shit, she snarled as she roughly slammed the door shut and turned to face me, her green eyes locking on mine. I shoved my hands into my pockets, trying to hide my amusement. Honestly, if you don’t want to fix it and just prefer to push it over a fucking bridge, that’ll work just fine for me.

Not a mechanic, sweetheart, I told her. Her face twisted in distaste.

First, I’m not your fuckin’ sweetheart, she said, her southern accent thick in her voice. Fuck, I loved her already. That accent was sexy as all fuck. My goddamn name is Jessica. Learn it and use it, she ordered. Second, I know you’re not a fucking mechanic, genius. Your sign and advertisements clearly say bodywork. I’ve already talked to Grave over at the garage. He told me to bring the car here, and you two would work something out.

I rolled my eyes up to the sky, drawing on some patience. This was just like Grave. Instead of calling me to make sure I wasn’t flooded with work, he just assumed I would gladly accept the cars he sent over to me and that I would make them my top priority. He mostly did it to get on my fucking nerves.

It always worked.

I sighed in agitation. Let me guess, I said as I let my dark eyes meet hers again, he also told you that he’d have it ready for you within the month?

She narrowed her eyes at me. That goin’ to be a problem? she asked me.

I scoffed. A big fucking problem, I told her. I have four customers ahead of you—two of which I haven’t even started on yet. A month is not happening, sweetheart.

Grave said⁠—

I shrugged, cutting her off. She gritted her teeth. Grave doesn’t run this shop, girly. I do. And I’m telling you that I’m not having your car done in a month. No way in fucking hell. Especially with all of the cosmetic work that needed to be done to it. The car was a fucking dump. Pushing it off of a bridge as she had suggested would honestly be doing that damn car a favor.

I was told⁠—

She was cut off by the loud sound of Grim riding onto the lot, and good thing, too, because I was quickly losing my patience with her. She scowled at being interrupted, and I was too annoyed with both her and Grave to even find it amusing. Grim parked his bike and took his helmet off, moving towards me. Hatchet here? he asked.

I nodded, then pointed at the rude little blonde bitch that was standing in my lot. Should have known a woman that looked that fucking good was trouble.

I fucking hated drama, and she had that shit written all over her.

Deal with her, I told him.

Fucking excuse me?! she screeched.

I narrowed my eyes at Grim. He released a tired sigh. Grim knew I didn’t have patience for women like her. Hell, I barely had the patience for anything these damn