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Desertion
A Knights Rebels MC Novel
River Savage
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
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
Epilogue
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Acknowledgments
About the Author
DESERTION
©2015
First eBook edition: July 2015
Desertion is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously.
All rights reserved. In accordance with the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, the sca
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Cover design ©: Louisa Maggio at LM Creations
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There are the men and women whom we should honor everyday for what they do for our countries.
Thank you.
One Jesse
“What’s the first thing you’re going to do, Staff Sergeant?” Corporal Jefferies asks from the back of the Humvee as our convoy makes its way back to base. We just did our last patrol through the city of Kandahar. We've been in Afghanistan for the last six months, six long fucking months and this time next week, we will be heading home. I fucking hate this place, the polluted air, the death, the injustice; it all clouds my judgment.
“Go
“Of course you are.” Corporal Co
“Got a Dear John from her last week,” Jefferies says, wiping the smile off my face. Fuck.
“Fuck, man, that’s rough,” Co
“Yeah, think she’s been fucking around. Says she needs some time to think.” I shake my head at the fucked-up situation my friend found himself in.
“Well, fuck her. Fuck her and her timing,” Co
“Yeah, I really thought she was the one for me,” Jefferies says, and I have to hand it to him, the fucker’s been holding out on us, didn’t see it coming at all. Though if I had a woman back home and the bitch sent me a Dear John, I wouldn’t fucking share. Don’t give a fuck how close I am with these fuckers.
“Got some movement at nine o’clock. Stay alert.” The vehicle’s military radio crackles with the convoy leader’s report. I sit a little straighter as the warning comes through.
“Fuck, what’s that? What’s that?” Jefferies’ curses, eyes finding something ahead. I follow his direction and see movement over the ridge.
“Nine o’clock, get on the fifty,” I shout to Jefferies as the first gunshot hits our truck.
“I’ve got—” Co
“We’re taking heavy fire!” Jefferies shouts, but my ears feel like they’re stuffed with cotton wool.
“Fuck, keep moving, keep moving,” Jefferies’ voice echoes through the ringing, but Co
“Oh, fuck!” Co
“We’re good, Co
“RPG, move, move, move,” Jefferies’ shouts and then moves as fast as he can.
“Co
“Co
“Ahhh!” A scream pulls me from the darkness.
“Co
“My fucking leg! I can’t feel my leg, Sarge. It’s fucking gone!”
I twist to get my eyes on him, but pull back when I see his leg hanging at an u
“You’re go
“I’m go
We’re stuck in the kill zone. I don’t fucking know if we’re going to be okay, if we’re going to survive, but I can’t tell him that.
“Motherfucker.” My body jolts awake at the sound of Co
“Jesse?” A warm hand touches my shoulder, and instantly, I’m on alert. Twisting my body, I reach out and grab the owner of the voice by the neck as the steady beat of their pulse thumps beneath my fingertips. It takes me a few deep breathes to realize I’m not back in Afghanistan, but at home, in my bed. The young woman’s throat I have my fingers wrapped around is not the enemy, but the bitch I took to bed.