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  Breaking

  Weston

  Bloody Saints MC Book 3

  Roxanne Greening

  Dedicated to my husband and kids for their love and support. To my dad and my mom for making me who I am today. And the rest of my family for all their support!

  I want to thank every Reader for your continued support you all are amazing!

  About The Author:

  Roxanne Greening is a mother of two young children and lives in the beautiful rural area in West Virginia, USA. It was because of her love for reading romances, that Roxanne decided to write her own. However, it is the MC romances that she enjoys writing the most. “Being able to become a rebel, an outlaw (in fiction) is a powerful thing.” And so, Axel, the first book of the SONS OF THE APOCALYPSE, was published in August 2016.

  Her comedy nonfiction, The Rantings of a Crazy Person, was born out of demands from her family and friends to write about her own experiences. And her children’s book, The chronicles of rocky and binx aka the steam punk kid and the angel of death. Titanic's Doom! Came from wanting to write a book for her son who suffers from ADHD.

  Roxanne also enjoys to quilt, and secretly wants to be a ninja.

  Write me at:

  Author Roxanne Greening

  P.O. BOX 624

  Parkersburg, WV 26101

  Prologue:

  Savanna

  Two Years Ago.

  I sat up in bed and glared at the phone. Who the hell was calling me this late? Leaning over, I snatched it up and quickly swiped the screen. The last thing I needed was one of my parents storming in here.

  “Savanna?” Rosaline’s voice was low and trembling.

  “Rosaline?” I ask.

  “I can’t do it. I can’t marry him,” Rosaline’s voice shook with both fear and conviction.

  “You must,” I tell her.

  It was true, we had no say in who we married. Our fathers chose, and as much as I feared for Rosaline, she was marrying as high in the family as one could get.

  “He’s a monster,” all the fear was gone, and instead, I heard anger and despair.

  “Rosaline,” my heart bled for her. I was going to find out soon who I was marrying. My biggest hope was that he was young. I shuddered at the thought of someone old.

  “I’m leaving,” she sighed.

  My breath caught. Where would Rosaline go? They would not stop until they found her.

  “You won’t get away,” I tell her through my tears. He won’t allow it.

  “I have to try,” she said.

  “Rosaline, please don’t do this,” I begged her.

  “It’s Ronnie now. If I make it and you want to run, find me,” her voice was filled with conviction. She was really going to do this.

  “They are going to choose for you soon. When it happens, and you want out…” she started.

  “Rosaline, we can’t,” I tell her.

  “Listen to me. You steal money from the safe. They aren’t always careful around us. Take a little here and a little there. Leave everything else behind and find me,” Rosaline said forcefully.

  Is this how she did it? Had she planned this for a long time?

  “I love you, Savanna. You are like a sister to me. Take care of yourself,” she whispered right before the silence, and fear filled me. I knew she was gone.

  My hands stilled, as I clutched the phone tight. Then closed my eyes as tears escaped. I knew I had to do it, but it was heartbreaking to erase the call. I prayed for my friend’s freedom, then deleted it from my phone.

  Laying back, I closed my eyes and wished for the bliss of sleep. Running wasn’t an option for us. If they ever found her, she would beg for death.

  Sleep came at a price. My dreams were filled with the images of Rosaline screaming.

  Chapter 1

  Savanna

  Two Years Ago.

  I waited for days for someone to burst into my room, or scream for me to come to the office, anything. But Rosaline’s disappearance seemed to have been silenced for now. No one questioned me, and for that, I was eternally grateful.

  There was a strain in the air. Everyone walked around with tense bodies as if waiting for something dreadful to happen.

  I felt like I was the only one clueless about what was happening. But at the same time, I was the only one who really knew about Rosaline.

  The sound of the front door opening had the hairs on the back of my neck stand, and a chill coated my skin. I only had that response to two people.

  Besin and Zec. Fear was a powerful thing, and these men oozed it like the sleazes that they were. It was almost like they got some deep satisfaction from the feelings their presence forced onto others. I hated them both.

  Slinking into the shadows under the stairs, I held my breath, hoping that neither would see me. The way Besin watched me made my stomach turn violently.

  My father’s office was only a few feet from where I was hiding. If he knew what I was about to do, I would be severely punished.

  The two men disappeared inside, and I tiptoed to the door like some spy. I leaned in and pressed my ear to the cold, hard wood.

  “We know she called Savanna,” Zec’s dark dead voice filtered through the door.

  “We will watch her closely. I promise you, if she contacts her again, I will get all of the information from her,” my father’s voice was cold and determined.

  “You will not leave any marks on her,” Besin’s voice was firm.

  “Of course,” my father quickly placates.

  “She is to marry my brother when she is of age,” Zec announced.

  The very air that I needed to survive felt like glass in my lungs. I felt like I was being shredded and was bleeding internally.

  “You don’t want her?” My father asked.

  “No, Rosaline will still be my wife,” Zec growled.

  There was a moment of silence. Fear and anger warred inside me like a hurricane hitting a tornado. I wanted to burst in there, and throat punch them all.

  For the first time in my life, I realized how wrong this whole life was. I was raised to know my place, and to marry whomever I was given to. Status. That’s what I offered.

  My gut churned and my hands clenched. This was why Rosaline ran and why she told me what to do. It was time to start making my exit.

  My biggest question was if Rosaline didn’t make it where the hell would I go?

  Chapter 2

  Savanna

  Two Years Ago.

  I knew this moment was coming. The party was like a flashing sign. Tonight, it would be announced who I would marry. The week was hell, knowing that I was going to be his. Seven whole days to get used to what was to come, and still, I felt nothing, but the need to flee.

  Trying to keep a rational thought in my head was hard. Pretending to be blissfully unaware was harder than I ever imagined it could be.

  The lilac purple silk of my dress moved gently against my legs as I walked further into the room. A few of the girls from other lower standing families giggled as they looked at Besin.

  All hoping to catch his eye and be his bride. You can all have him, I wanted to shout. I didn’t, though. I could feel his hungry eyes crawl all over my body. Once again, I cursed my mother for forcing me to wear this dress.

  The light purple complimented my blonde, gently curled hair, perfectly. I resisted the urge to cover myself. But Besin’s stare made me feel like hundreds of little spiders crawled all over my skin. The hairy little freaks of nature had the same effect on me as he did.

  I fought the shudder that tried to shake me. My head turned, and my eyes collided with his snake-like ones.
I waited for a forked tongue to make an appearance, thinking he had to have one.

  His smile was lewd and filled with dark promise. He was making sure that I knew I belonged to him. It was something I promised myself, at the moment, I never would.

  He may want me, but I would be sure to put myself so far out of his reach. He will have to dive into hell’s flames to find me.

  If he ever did find me, I would never allow him to take me alive. Death would be preferable to life beside that man. A life of birthing him children.

  I turned my head before I could show him any weakness, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he got to me.

  A small smile tipped my lips as I remembered sneaking into my father’s office two nights ago. I skimmed a few thousand dollars from the safe. It was my first step to freedom.

  The sound of a tinkling glass had my moment of happiness zap away as if it wasn’t even there. Like the air was being sucked from the room. I watched as my father called everyone to gather.

  Zec and Besin stood beside him. He seemed to puff up like a peacock, and the room went silent while everyone waited. They knew that a marriage was being announced, but who the lucky, or unlucky as I felt about it, they didn’t know.

  “As you know, Besin has been looking for a bride,” Zec announced to the room. The air heated as the excitement from all the marriageable girls filled the room.

  Fathers looked around, trying to guess who the lucky family would be since the marriage would bring honor and a better standing. I wanted to shout fuck honor and standings.

  “My brother has chosen, and dare I say, he chose well,” Zec’s coldness almost touched me.

  No one spoke. No one dared, but I could tell the suspense had many on edge. The agitation started to pass around as these hardened killers stood still.

  “Her beauty is almost as remarkable as my Rosaline’s,” Zec continued into the silence.

  I waited for someone to ask about her. Rosaline’s disappearance must have been noticed by now.

  “Savanna,” Zec’s dark devil eyes settled on me.

  I felt my feet move. They knew what I was supposed to do, even if I screamed for them to stop, but I begged them to keep going.

  No one can know my reluctance. Especially with Rosaline’s disappearance. If I showed any indication that I might not want this to happen, they would lock me up until it was time for me to be dressed in a gown. I was going to be given to the man who I knew wasn’t as beautiful on the inside as he was on the outside.

  “Savanna and my brother will wed two months after her twentieth birthday,” Zec tells us. I could feel the blood cool in my body, and my heart all but stopped pumping.

  A cold hand clenched mine, and I felt warm lips press on my knuckles. Besin’s dark head lifted enough for me to see his cold smile. My stomach dropped to my feet as if a trap door was released. It plunged, and everything in me wished I went with it.

  A small forced smile graced my lips. It may have looked sweet and serene, but in reality, I wanted nothing more than to latch onto Besin’s juggler with my teeth and tear a chunk of skin from his throat. I would then watch as he bled to death rapidly at my feet.

  Chapter 3

  Savanna

  One Year and Six Months Ago.

  I took a few thousand each month, and no one noticed. Besin has been around a little more than usual, and that didn’t sit well with me at all.

  He wanted to eat dinner with us, have drinks with my father, just spend time with me. All of it screamed, babysitting his prize. Like a dragon guarding his gold. Well, I was no one’s gold.

  “I love your hair,” his cold finger wrapped around one of my long golden blonde locks.

  My eyes slammed closed. Oh god, Besin was touching me. My stomach turned, and my throat tightened painfully.

  “Like an angel,” he whispered as he leaned in and inhaled. Did he just smell me? Disgust was so overwhelming it felt like a real thing.

  “Thank you,” I whispered. I wanted to scream, get your fucking hands off me. But I knew I couldn’t. I had this overwhelming urge to spit in Besin’s face.

  “One day I’ll have this hair wrapped around my fist as I fuck you hard. I want kids, Savanna, so I’ll be fucking you as often as I can,” he growled heatedly into my ear.

  The images he forced upon me had pain shooting through my chest. My brain felt like it was being drained of all its fluids, and my eyes started to burn.

  “I can feel the shivers your delicate little body is making. You want me just as much as I want you,” Besin growled hungrily.

  The shivers where actually shudders. I hated this man with unrestrained anger of a hundred hungry, feral cats.

  “Besin,” Zec’s dark voice filled the room, and relief filled me.

  I watched as Besin stepped away from me. He released my hair and turned to his brother with a snarl of fury on his face. He wasn’t ready for our game to end, and I knew he was going to push for a kiss soon.

  “Appearances,” Zec snapped at him. Rosaline’s disappearance was slowly eating at Zec’s calm, cold demeanor.

  “I wasn’t doing any more than what’s acceptable,” Besin snaped.

  He was, and we all knew it. He touched me and spoke of horribly filthy things. He was breaking all the rules. If he wasn’t interrupted, who knew how far he would take this game of his.

  I waited for Zec to say something, but neither spoke another word. They just left the room without looking back. Every muscle in my body relaxed a little causing me to fall onto the couch.

  I couldn’t stay here, and I couldn’t marry Besin. Death was preferable to the future that was painted for me. I needed to repaint the lines and soon.

  Chapter 4

  Savanna

  Present Day.

  My rag hit the smooth glossy surface of the bar. And as I wipe it, I could still see his sandy hair. My eyes coast to Ally as she was leaning over the counter talking to Fred, a regular.

  My eyes return to the man who has been hunting me for the last nine months. At first, I debated going straight to Ronnie. But I knew that would just bring them to her door.

  Her actions cemented my escape in a way, and it gave me a three-month head start. At least that’s what I thought, considering it was my first sighting of Besin.

  My long pink hair is currently in a twist and is held up by a plastic clip. I want to run my fingers through it in frustration as I watch Besin scan the room. Snatching my purse, I duck behind the bar and go into the backroom before Besin’s eyes land on me. I’m hoping I can get away before he sees me.

  The back door is just a few feet away. Once through it, I can take the motorcycle that I stashed a block away. It has my go-bag, which I stuffed in the saddlebags, and hit the road.

  For a quick moment, I feel guilty for leaving Ally high and dry. She will look for me and find my car in the parking lot. She will definitely fear the worst.

  Slowly, I open the back door and fight the urge to scream as one of Besin’s lackeys turn towards me. I slam the door into his back and watch with satisfaction as he sprawls ungracefully onto the asphalt.

  I grab my handgun from the holster at my lower back. The gun has a silencer on it, and I smile as I put three bullets into the guys back. As I watch his body jerk, I realize that it doesn’t really affect me anymore.

  This wasn’t the first man I’ve killed, and I know it won’t be the last. But, I know my first kill will continue to haunt me like it does every night.

  As I scan the parking lot, I look for more of Besin’s men, only to find it empty. Their numbers are really dwindling, or Besin knew that I was here and didn’t think I would get away from him.

  I’m going with the last thought. Besin must have known that I was here. Someone told him. I was so fucking careful, so who the hell betrayed me?

  My mind flashes to Ally. I feel a small amount of guilt for thinking it, but something deep inside tells me I’m right, and that’s a damn shame
. I want to hang around and prove that I’m right. Then end her existence like she was helping end mine.

  As much as I want to keep on the road, I know my time is running out. Especially since Besin’s coming after me himself. That means only one thing. It’s time to find Ronnie.

  My feet hit the ground hard, and my legs pump as fast as they can. This life isn’t for the faint of heart. I have a routine and run five miles a day. That conditioning saved my ass more than I could count.

  As I run down the alley on my left, I grab the black tarp and pull it from my bike. It reveals my baby, and the dark purple paint shines from the small streetlamp down the alley.

  I open one of the saddlebags and place my wallet and all the cash from my purse. I debate whether I should put my gun in, but decide it’s best in my back holster.

  After I toss the purse in the dark shadows, I remove the plastic clip from my hair, stuffing it in the bag. Pushing the kickstand up, I walk the bike a few feet, just enough to get it away from the wall.

  As I pull the black helmet over my head, I latch it under my chin, making sure the clear shield is down. Feeling a little more confident, I swing my left leg over the bike and straddle it.

  The roar has me smile as I peel out of its hiding place. I learned that it was better than a car around the fourth or fifth time someone caught up to me. Every time that I had to leave my car and buy a new one, my chest would ache. My bike is my baby, and she’s my last resort. I knew when I bought her that if I ever needed to ride her, it was time to go get help.

  Running was exhausting. It drags my mental health down and makes me paranoid and jittery. It sucks the life out of me, one breath at a time.

  After driving the demons out of me and leaving the hell hounds behind, I find a fleabag hotel. I know Besin would never be caught dead here.

  Pulling off my leather jacket, I drape it over the chair. My go-bag is now holding my wallet, which includes the extra money that I took out of my purse. I place it in the chair as the bed screams to me.