Breaking Chains

By Winter Sloane

As a Fallen Saints MC patch, brotherhood is everything to Chains. He’d fight for his brothers. He’d happily die for them. When a rival MC leaves his best friend for dead, Chains wants vengeance. Chains never expected to cross paths with Tanya. She’s the daughter of a rival MC President. A witness to his crime. She’s strong and sweet. She’s his. Chains knows it in his bones and he intends to keep her.

Tanya always knew the sins of her father and brother would eventually catch up with her. When Chains spares her life instead of ending it, she starts questioning everything she knows. He’s violent, unapologetically brutal, but underneath his ink and scars, beats a good heart. Tanya swore she’d never end up with a biker but maybe she’ll make an exception for Chains.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Mar 5, 2021
• ISBN: 9780369503176

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Copyright© 2021 Winter Sloane

ISBN: 978-0-3695-0317-6

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Audrey Bobak

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BREAKING CHAINS

Fallen Saints MC, 4

Winter Sloane

Copyright © 2021

Chapter One

With a long sigh, Chains took another pull of his beer. He knew he should stop drinking, but he had a hard time breaking the habit. The amber liquid tasted cool on his tongue.

If he continued at this pace, he’d end up on a downward spiral like his old man. His father was born into the MC life just like Chains. However, death by motorcycle accident wasn’t the way Chains wanted to go. He finished the rest of his bottle in one gulp.

Iron took a seat next to him, interrupting his line of thoughts. Huh. Chains barely noticed he had company. He must really be hammered. His MC brother leveled him a serious stare. That told him Iron was about to deliver bad news.

What? he asked, almost slurring his words. Chains immediately hated himself for showing weakness.

Tank’s in the hospital. Iron paused, watching for his reaction.

It always annoyed him that some of his MC brothers treated him like a live bomb about to blow up at any moment. Chains couldn’t blame them. He’d been in a funk for a few months now. There was no rhyme or reason for it.

Chains just didn’t know the direction his life was heading. He didn’t understand what the hell was wrong with him either. He didn’t just love the MC life, he embraced it. Belonging to the Fallen Saints MC gave him purpose, but he was beginning to lose his way. He focused on what Iron was saying.

Tank. In the hospital.

How? he asked.

Iron knew Tank and he were tight. Tank and he became prospects at the same time. They rose through the MC ranks together. Chains was closer to Tank than his own blood brother.

Three Red Dragons MC members ganged up on him while he was at the gas station, Iron said.

Chains swore. His rage spiked up, like a living storm inside his skin. A few weeks ago, their MC went neck-to-neck with the other rival MC. Their President, Saint, shot Rooster, the Red Dragons MC’s President in cold blood. With the head of the snakes cut off, Chains thought the Red Dragons would scatter, would no longer pose a threat to them. Chains guessed he was wrong.

For a second, he couldn’t think, couldn’t form the words he wanted to say.

Iron awkwardly patted his shoulder. Chains flung his hand aside.

He’s a little bit up, but Olivia says he’ll be up and walking in a few weeks, Iron said.

He breathed in and out, trying to get a handle on his rage. Lashing out at Iron wouldn’t get him anywhere, or the information he needed.

Olivia was Saint’s old lady and she worked as a nurse at the local hospital. Chains liked her. She didn’t mince words. Some days, he found himself a little envious of Saint, Devil, and all the others who’d found a woman to spend the rest of their lives with. That was only wishful thinking. Chains wasn’t wired that way. He couldn’t imagine being stuck with one woman his entire life.

Chains shook his head. He shouldn’t be thinking about pussy. Right now, Tank needed him.

I’m heading to the hospital, he announced.

You’re drunk. You can’t ride there, Iron interjected.

He glowered at him. I’ll be fine. Leave me the fuck alone.

Chains got off the barstool. He swayed slightly on his feet. Thank God it was only Iron with him in the MC clubhouse. He didn’t want his other brothers seeing him like this. They all knew he had a little drinking problem of course, but who didn’t? Half the MC members were addicted to one thing or the other. Sex, drugs, booze, and gambling. Chains was no different from the rest of them. Iron had no right to judge him or anyone else.

He heard Iron’s footsteps behind him and Chains bared his teeth. His Harley was just a few feet from him, but he had a feeling Iron wasn’t going anywhere. Leave me the fuck alone.

I can’t let you ride to the hospital alone. What if you get into an accident? Iron demanded. We’ll take my bike.

Fuck yourself. Inwardly, Chains knew Iron was concerned about him. He’d been unmanageable, a beast to deal with lately. Right now, he didn’t care.

You want to go out like your old man? Iron asked in a quiet voice.

Like Chains, Iron’s old man was also born into the MC. Their no-good fathers knew each other.

Chains gave Iron a shove at those words. How dare he bring up the past? He balled his fists against his sides. He didn’t have time for this useless pissing contest with him. His friend was hurting in the hospital. Chains envisioned crashing his bike into an eighteen-wheeler and the rest of his MC brothers finding his crushed body under the wheels.

He reeled in his temper. His anger always got the better of him. Chains knew that. Iron was only trying to help. Iron cared about Tank, too. The hunger to find out what happened to Tank overcame everything else. Screw his pride. Iron was right. He was too tipsy to ride.

Fine, but if you tell anyone about this, I’ll kill you, Chains said in an empty voice.

Iron looked bored by his threat. He gestured to his own Harley. Get on.

It took thirty minutes to get to St. Luke’s. Once Iron found a spot at the parking lot, Chains immediately got off. He didn’t wait for Iron. He strode straight to the reception desk, relieved to see Olivia manning the desk. St. Luke’s was always understaffed, he remembered. Olivia must’ve seen the expression on his face because she told him immediately, "He’s in room 1C.