Ruger

RUGER SAVAGE KINGS MC - VIRGINIA LANE HART D.B. WEST COPYRIGHT This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue were created from the authors’ imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual people or events is coincidental. The authors acknowledge the copyrighted and trademarked status of various products within this work of fiction. © 2023 Editor's Choice Publishing All Rights Reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Editor’s Choice Publishing P.O. Box 10024 Greensboro, NC 27404 Edited by One Love Editing Photo by Wander Aguiar Photography L.L.C. Model Griffin Cover by Marianne Nowicki WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS REFERENCES TO SEXUAL VIOLENCE. THERE ARE ALSO GRAPHIC SEX SCENES AND PROFANITY, WHICH ARE NOT SUITABLE FOR ANYONE UNDER 18. CONTENTS Synopsis Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Epilogue Coming Soon About The Authors SYNOPSIS Ruger James Fulton is used to being confused. After barely graduating from high school, RJ took his one marketable skill and opened up an auto shop in town. Cars have always made sense to him, while the rest of the world makes him feel like an idiot. The one thing he never had to think twice about was his sexuality until one night during a chance encounter with a biker from a rival MC. All it takes is a few minutes to turn RJ’s world upside down, leaving him to question everything he thought he knew about himself. Thane Montgomery has spent the majority of his life alone, fending for himself. After finally finding a family with the Devil Hounds MC, he won’t do anything to screw it up, even if that means staying in the closet. He does whatever he’s told, like a good soldier should, in exchange for the club’s acceptance. When Thane gets shot protecting the president’s daughter, he ends up in the last place he expected – in the home of one of the club’s enemies. Some of which are still holding one hell of a grudge against him. RJ is furious when he finds out that the man who kidnapped his prospect is going to be a guest in his house. But mostly, he’s nervous about what may happen in such close proximity to the only man he’s ever wanted. CHAPTER ONE Ruger “RJ” Fulton “What kind of fair doesn’t have any rides?” I ask my brother, Barrett, as I remove my motorcycle helmet. Our Harleys are parked side by side in the dark lot of what I’m certain the sign said was a fairground. “It’s not a fair. It’s a wedding,” he replies. “Oh. Who got married?” I ask a few seconds before it dawns on me. “No! You don’t mean…” I turn around in a circle, looking for wedding bells or signs, hoping I’m wrong. “Where are we, Bear? Please tell me this isn’t your ex-wife’s wedding.” Oh shit. “Are you going to object when the preacher asks?” “No, and even if I was, I think it’s too late for that.” He nods toward the big white tents surrounded by tons of twinkling lights that are set up on the other side of the chain-link fence. “The wedding has already happened. This is likely the reception going on now.” Thank fuck. I love my brother, but I didn’t want to get shot trying to stop a wedding. That probably wouldn’t be an issue for most weddings, but this one here is a wedding for the daughter of the president of the Devil Hounds MC. And Bear’s slutty ex-wife. Not that I would ever tell him that to his face. “Then why in the world are we here?” I ask him. “You think you’re going to catch the garter?” “I’m not sure why I wanted to come here,” he says softly as he stares at the tents. “I guess I just wanted closure, to see her one last time. And the man she married.” “You’re not gonna make a scene?” I ask him. “You know I’ve got your back, but since Colt and Remy aren’t here, I feel like I need to tell you this is a bad idea just on principle.” I’m not used to trying to be the voice of reason. Usually, it’s one of my three brothers talking me out of doing stupid shit. Remy is the oldest, the smartest. Colt is the fun, charming one. Bear is the military hero who always does the right thing. And me? Well, I’m the dumb screwup. “No, I’m not going to make a scene,” Bear says, which is a relief. “If all goes well, nobody will even notice us. Come on.” Oh shit. He’s not just here to stare longingly at the tents. He’s planning to go up in there. “I don’t know, man.” I put my palm on the center of his chest to stop him. “Having the ex-husband show up at the reception might cause a problem.” Bear’s face falls even more. “Fine. I’ll stay here, and you can go inside.” “Me?” I don’t want to even be here in the parking lot, and he wants me to bust in and crash a wedding reception? “Yeah, nobody will recognize you. Take your cut off, then walk through the gate, act normal, take a few photos, and then come back.” “Ugh,” I groan because that sounds