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Midnight Saints MC
Iris Sweetwater
Contents
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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
Epilogue
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Iris Sweetwater
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Series: Midnight Saints MC
Abandon
Series: The Clans with Elizabeth Knox
Promised
The Trade
Cherished
Deceit
Love is War
Defiant
Shattered
Ruthless
Covert
Heretic
Venomous
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Chains
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Chapter 1
Kara
The lake was beautiful this time of year. I always loved how the summer sun reflected off the water as if beckoning people into it. There were boats and jet skis darting across its cool surface.
Swimmers in the shallow ends, kids on rafts and various silly floating animals. Or old-fashioned rings. Peals of laughter filled the air. The smell of barbecue smoke mixed with sunscreen hit my nose as well as the dust from the open road. People enjoyed the parks barbecue pits as they cooked hot dogs, hamburgers, and various other meats and goodies. It made my stomach growl.
Food had to wait. Everything had to wait. A lot was riding on this meeting.
If I hadn’t had a meeting to get to, I would have stopped to enjoy the lake and the park more, but there would be time for that later, after I stopped this fucking war my father had started.
I walked through the park and no one paid me any mind. Around here, people were used to seeing bikers. Four biker clubs ruled these parts. Almost everyone around here knew of or had a family member or two who was a part of one club or another.
The park was crowded today. There were children and dogs playing and people sunbathing on the lake’s beach. It was the middle of the afternoon on a hot summer day.
I had forgotten what it was like to just lay on a towel at the beach all day, getting gorgeously tanned. I had avoided large crowded places because I was too afraid of endangering innocent lives should Maxum attack. Though would he really attack a place like this?
Besides, everyone knew the lake was Crypt Keepers domain, and so far, they were staying neutral in this war no matter what fake loyalty nonsense they were spewing at the new Prez of the Midnight Saints. It was something I was hoping to change during my meeting with the Prez, Vice Prez, and their Enforcer, a man I knew well.
I had one shot at this. I had to convince the Prez of the Crypt Keepers that my father not only double crossed the Midnight Saints, but that he double crossed me long ago and that I was ready to step up and be a leader— to be the Prez of the Midnight Saints.
I had a lot of obstacles. For one, no woman had ever been Prez of a biker club around here before. In our society, women were whores. We were eye candy and kept for sex. Most men didn’t like us to have brains of our own, so it was time to prove that ideal was old fashioned and outdated. I expected a fight, but I wasn’t afraid, and I wasn’t about to back down.
I was Maxum’s daughter, after all.
His own flesh and blood.
And his cruel treatment of me had prepared me for this fight. My hatred of him fueled my desire, my drive, my need to take over what was once his, and I was determined not to stop till I did.
It didn’t take me long to spot the man sitting on a picnic table, smoking a cigarette. Eric’s long, dirty blond hair hung down his back. He had grown it out since I last saw him and let his natural color come back. I was surprised it would at all considering how many times we dyed it wacky colors from cheap boxes late at night for something to do while we were pretending to be a couple.
Or maybe we were one.
But that was the past.
He was dressed in a rock band t-shirt and a black leather vest. A black bandana was wrapped around his hair, and he wore sunglasses over his eyes.
He was one menacing looking dude, but I knew better— I knew the softer side of him.
There was a time not so long ago that I would have blown off this meeting with his Prez to jump his bones and let him blow my mind, but that time had passed, and this meeting was of the utmost importance. I had to get the Crypt Keepers to back the Midnight Saints, or we were all dead.
He flicked his cigarette butt when he saw me. “You gonna stomp it out, or are you planning to set the damn park on fire?” He didn’t answer as he hopped off the picnic table and I followed him to a patch of trees with low hanging branches. It was their spot where they could keep an eye on the park, and it was a secluded spot. They could drop someone back there and no one would find the body for hours.
“Kara, daughter of Maxum, the asshole causing a load of
