Page 2 of Scarred Sacrifice (Savage Sisters MC #1)

CHAPTER ONE

MORRIGAN

PRESENT DAY

Banging echoes again and again. “Mor! It’s important,” I hear Eden call out. I blink before rubbing my eyes, exhaling a breath.

“What is it?” I ask, squinting. I lean up on my elbows and look down at the tangle of legs with mine.

Eden walks in, her eyes taking in the scene before her. She sighs, rolling her eyes. “Do you think you could not keep all the lap dogs to yourself? Some of us would like to get laid too, you know,” she complains.

I smirk as I look at the three sleeping men in my bed with me. “I highly recommend having all three at once. Daniel here has quite the tongue.” I sigh at the memory while my fingers play with his hair.

“His name is Nathaniel,” Eden corrects me.

“Close enough.” I shrug. “So, what is it that has you charging into my room at the crack of dawn?” I ask as I sit further up the bed.

“It’s eleven am,” Eden quips. “Anyway, we’ve had an influx of member applications.”

I roll my eyes. “We always have an influx of applications,” I point out as I reach over James.

At least, I think his name is James. Maybe it’s Jack or Jamie?

Reaching for the packet of cigarettes and lighter, I pull one out and light it before looking back at Eden.

“You can’t moan at me for smoking. I’m in my own room,” I point out, knowing how much she hates it.

She scrunches up her nose at the smell before she continues. “Amongst the applications is Isabella Sparks,” she states. I pause with my cigarette a millimetre from my lips. Eden smiles and nods. “Right?”

I scramble as I give the men a swift kick to wake them up as I clamber out of bed completely naked. “Get out!” I bark.

“But Mor,” one of them complains.

“Don’t say my name unless I say you can. Now go get showered and make some breakfast,” I demand sharply.

“Lunch,” Eden corrects me. “We are closer to lunch than we are to breakfast,” she points out. They don’t respond. They just do as they are told. I can’t help but admire their naked forms as they leave.

“You treat them like sex objects,” Eden states, taking a seat on the armchair as I walk into the shower.

“And that’s a problem because? It’s okay for a man to do it, but not a woman?” I counter as I stand under the hot spray.

“It’s not okay for anyone to do it,” Eden argues.

“Okay, back to the matter in hand,” I say, steering her off that topic. “Why has she signed up?” I ask, intrigued.

Isabella Sparks is the daughter of a businessman, Henry Sparks, owner and founder of Sparks Enterprises.

He’s rich and powerful, with a long string of endless rape allegations against him; all that miraculously disappears.

The women suddenly drop all charges, and when we have tried to contact them, they are nowhere to be found.

Of course, he spins it that it’s women just after his money.

Well, all except one: Maria. When we found her, she was a mess, broken, couldn’t sleep, and feared for her life.

She feared that if she slept, he would send his men for her.

We took her in and helped her. She was doing well, growing stronger, until she went to the market one day and didn’t come back.

Police found her down the side ally of the market with a needle sticking out of her arm.

Apparent overdose. She never took drugs, but that didn’t matter to the police.

They just saw it as a sad and desperate girl who ended her life.

I was there when the police were called, and I saw her body slumped between two trash cans like she was nothing more than garbage.

Her haunted blue eyes seared into my very soul, and I vowed that I would find a way one day to seek vengeance for her and the other women that have never been seen or found again.

“She says she has information,” Eden answers, drawing me out of my thoughts.

I reach for the shampoo and start washing my hair. “We will need more than that before trusting her. She’s been Daddy’s little princess the entire time. I find it hard to believe that she suddenly wants to stab him in the back,” I point out as I rinse my dark brown hair.

“Yeah, I know. But we have to at least meet with her to find out more, right? We can’t just ignore it,” Eden adds.

I finish washing before I turn the shower off. Stepping out of the shower, I grab a towel and wrap it around my body before I walk through my room and open my wardrobe. I pull out a black tank top and black skinny jeans before grabbing my underwear. I drop the towel and start getting dressed.

“Jesus Christ, I get it. You’re fucking hot. I don’t need you to shove it in my face,” Eden scoffs.

“It’s just a weapon, remember that,” I remind her as I pull on my jeans.

“Yeah, I know. It’s the one weapon we have as power over men,” Eden mutters, rolling her eyes.

She pauses for a moment as she looks down at her lap. “What is it?” I ask.

Her gaze flickers up to me. “Do you ever think we will find love?” she asks wistfully. I roll my eyes. She has always been the romantic of the group.

“Love is for fools…” I start.

“And fools end up dead. Yeah, I know, I know,” she sighs. “But do you ever think those fools died happy, at least?” she adds.

“No,” I answer bluntly. “You don’t need a man to be happy, and you certainly don’t need love. Well, not in the way you want it,” I state as I zip up my boots.

“Who says I wanted it? It was just a question. I’m curious, is all,” she mutters. I smirk. She’s full of shit.

“Come on, I need a coffee before we try to figure out what to do with the asshole’s daughter,” I state, spritzing on some perfume before striding out of my room.

The smell of coffee floats its way to me, tempting me like a vampire to blood. I grab my mug and fill it with the beautiful nectar. Holding it close to my lips, I sniff in the aroma before taking a sip. I groan as the caffeine flows through my soul.

“God damn, that’s good coffee,” I sigh.

“You know I worry about your addiction to coffee,” Bernie tuts, handing me a plate with a cinnamon bun on it.

I grin and take it, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. “Morning, Bernie.” I smile.

She huffs as she places her hands on her hips. Bernie was the last original member. She was my mom’s best friend, and she was there with her until the end. I take a large bite out of the cinnamon bun and moan.

“Damn, you just get better and better at these,” I compliment through a mouthful.

“Don’t try and distract me with flattery. I know two of the lap dogs spent the night with you last night.” She tuts.

“Three, actually.” I shrug before taking another bite.

She rolls her eyes. “It’s damn near midday. Sleeping away half the day.”

“I was tired, up most of the night fucking. A girl needs her rest,” I state, fighting a smile as I purposefully stoke her annoyance.

“Morrigan!” she snaps. “Think of the diseases.”

“Ew, Bernie, you know the lap dogs are all checked regularly,” Eden interjects.

“Well, it ain’t right,” Bernie says, scrunching up her nose.

I drink more of her coffee and give her a pointed look. “Don’t come at me with the whole Mother Teresa thing, Bernie. I know exactly what you and Mom would get up to,” I counter.

Bernie blushes. “I don’t know what you mean,” she blatantly lies.

“That rock band that you both invited back here,” I state.

“They were just staying the night. Their tour bus broke down,” Bernie defends.

“I suppose the same thing happened to the basketball team, the hockey team, and that biker club that was passing through,” I list off.

Eden snorts a laugh, and Bernie coughs, clearing her throat. “Well, times were different then,” she says dismissively.

“Clearly not that different, or the Savage Sisters MC wouldn’t have to still be here,” I point out.

Bernie shakes her head. “Well, clearly things change and evolve apart from men.”

“Preach!” Eden cheers.

“So, what’s on today’s schedule?” Bernie asks.

I lick the frosting off my fingers. “Well, I’m going for a ride, and then I’ve got a self-defence class. All the while, we need to think about what to do with Isabella Sparks.”

“What do you want the rest of us to do?” Eden asks.

I shrug. “Might be a good idea to look into the other applications.”

Eden nods. “I will get Betsy to do background checks on them.”

“You know, with all these applications, we will soon need a bigger Sanctuary,” Bernie points out.

“I know.” I sigh, rubbing my temple. “But a bigger Sanctuary means more attention. Attention we don’t want. As it stands, we are just a woman-only MC. Men don’t look twice at us, thinking we are just here with our stupid little hobby.”

“But we also can’t turn women away. That isn’t what we are about,” Eden states.

“Well, then maybe we need to look at expanding, and I don’t mean the Sanctuary.

I mean, here. If there are more of us here, then there are more of us to fight, meaning the more we can help,” I suggest as I down the last of my coffee.

“Right, I need to go. Meet back later unless you are coming to self-defence?” I ask them both.

“Last time I went there I was limping for a week. I think I will give it a miss,” Bernie says with a tight smile.

“If we are done in time, Betsy and I will join you,” Eden agrees.

A loud crashing sound comes from the kitchen. “What in the world was that?” Bernie screeches.

“Oh, I told the lap dogs to make me breakfast. My bad,” I wince.

“For god’s sake, they will burn the place down!” Bernie tuts before storming off to the kitchen.