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  Capone’s Christmas

  By J. Lynn Lombard

  ROYAL BASTARDS MC SERIES SECOND RUN

  E.C. Land: Cyclone of Chaos

  Chelle C. Craze & Eli Abbot: Ghoul

  Scarlett Black: Ice

  Elizabeth Knox: Rely On Me

  J.L. Leslie: Worth the Risk

  Deja Voss: Lean In

  Khloe Wren: Blaze of Honor

  Misty Walker: Birdie’s Biker

  J. Lynn Lombard: Capone’s Chaos

  Ker Dukey: Rage

  Crimson Syn: Scarred By Pain

  M. Merin: Declan

  Elle Boon: Royally F**ked

  Rae B. Lake: Death and Paradise

  K Webster: Copper

  Glenna Maynard: Tempting the Biker

  K.L. Ramsey: Whiskey Tango

  Kristine Allen: Angel

  Nikki Landis: Devil’s Ride

  KE Osborn: Luring Light

  CM Genovese: Pipe Dreams

  Nicole James: Club Princess

  Shannon Youngblood: Leather & Chrome

  Erin Trejo: Unbreak Me

  Winter Travers: Six Gun

  Izzy Sweet & Sean Moriarty: Broken Ties

  Jax Hart: Desert Rose

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  ROYAL BASTARDS CODE

  PROTECT: The club and your brothers come before anything else, and must be protected at all costs. CLUB is FAMILY.

  RESPECT: Earn it & Give it. Respect club law. Respect the patch. Respect your brothers. Disrespect a member and there will be hell to pay.

  HONOR: Being patched in is an honor, not a right. Your colors are sacred, not to be left alone, and NEVER let them touch the ground.

  OL’ LADIES: Never disrespect a member’s or brother’s Ol’Lady. PERIOD.

  CHURCH is MANDATORY.

  LOYALTY: Takes precedence over all, including well-being.

  HONESTY: Never LIE, CHEAT, or STEAL from another member or the club.

  TERRITORY: You are to respect your brother’s property and follow their Chapter’s club rules.

  TRUST: Years to earn it...seconds to lose it.

  NEVER RIDE OFF: Brothers do not abandon their family.

  WARNING

  Welcome to the Royal Bastards world. If you haven’t read Capone’s Chaos yet, you’ll need to read that one first before reading Capone’s Christmas.

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  Capone's Christmas

  Los Angeles, CA chapter

  Book 3

  By J. Lynn Lombard

  Cover design by Literary Designs

  Capone

  Danyella's going to be the death of me, I swear. Just one look into her mesmerizing blue eyes and I'd give her anything in the world on a silver platter. Well, almost anything. The one thing she's asking me for this time is something I buried in the past and don't want anything to do with ever again.

  She wasn't here to see the hell Chains put me through that Christmas Eve night. She didn't see the pain inflicted on me because those scars are covered up with tattoos to erase the awful memories. The screams and pleading will forever be etched in my mind.

  I'll give her what she wants this Christmas, but I hope she understands that what she wants is going to wreak havoc on my soul.

  Danyella

  Capone doesn't understand why I want this so badly. He doesn't know the drama and problems Blayze and I went through as kids. Christmas has always been a light in our dark world. Together, we made it the best day of our lives.

  I watch Capone struggling with my request. I recognize the hurt and anger behind his dark eyes. But it's not just us anymore. We have a little girl to think about. Hopefully, he comes around and gives me what I'm asking for and what Nina's been missing.

  Prologue

  Capone 13 years old

  “Get your little ass over here boy!” Chains, my dad, bellows at me from across the room. I’m helping my mom decorate the clubhouse for Christmas. Something we’ve done with my little sister Monica since she was two. My mom loves Holiday time, and this is something Chains lets her do. I don’t understand why he doesn’t like Christmas, but by the look on his face right now, I better listen to him or I’m going to end up paying for it.

  I set down the strand of lights I’m holding for my mom and sister and drag my feet to where my dad is waiting, tapping his foot impatiently. His big tattoo covered arms are crossed over his chest and he’s scowling. My stomach sinks the moment I see what he’s angry about. Earlier today, I gave Monica a Christmas coloring book and she got carried away coloring a Santa Claus with crayons. Some of it got on the table and I forgot to clean it up when my mom brought out the decorations.

  “Yes, sir?” I ask even though I know what he wants.

  “Do you want to explain this to me?” He points to the mess on the table.

  “I’m sorry, I’ll clean it up now.” Chains raises his hand and smacks me on the cheek. It burns but I don’t hold it or whimper. I stand strong and take what he dishes out. Until I get older and know how to fight back.

  “Do I have to remind you how to act?” The snarl on his face churns my stomach and I know if I don’t answer him correctly, I’ll end up getting a beating no one will be able to stop. It’s not the first time he’s hit me and I’m sure it won’t be the last.

  “No, sir. I will clean up my mess and won’t let it happen again.” I wait for him to dismiss me before taking care of it.

  Chains narrows his eyes on me before releasing a grunt, “If I see this kind of mess again, I won’t punish you, but your little sister next time. Maybe that’ll teach you to be more responsible.”

  Tears well in my eyes, but I don’t let them fall. I can’t show any weakness around my father or he will use it against me. The last thing I want him to do is touch my little sister. “Yes, sir. It won’t happen again.” I might only be thirteen, almost fourteen, but I know what his punishment entails, and I’ll be darned if I let it happen to Monica. I’ll take his fists or belt for her any day.

  “Good, now clean this fucking shit up before I get really angry and change my mind.” With a nod of his head, I scurry off to get the cleaning supplies. My cheek burns where he slapped me, but I push the pain aside and gather what I need.

  When I get back, Chains is sitting on the couch with a girl on his lap. She’s giggling while he’s touching her boobs. I keep my eyes down and don’t watch what’s happening near me. It’s something I’ll never understand. My dad constantly touches other girls even if my mom is in the same room and she lets him. I asked her about it one day and she blew me off, changing the subject. I know that’s not how husbands and wives act with each other, I’ve watched a lot of movies with my mom where the two people who are married or love each other spend all their time together, not fighting or touching other people like my parents do. I swear when I find the right girl, I’m gonna marry her and treat her like I see the men in the movies do. I’ll cherish her, adore her and love her with everything I ha
ve.

  It’s been a few days since the coloring issue and my dad has been grumbling and mad more and more with each day. Tomorrow’s Christmas and mom has put a bunch of presents under the tree for Monica and me. We even got some gifts for my dad, even if he’s being a jerk. He’s been drinking all day and I’ve learned from past mistakes to stay far away from him when he’s acting this way.

  I’m sitting on the couch in my mom’s room with my mom and Monica and we’re watching a Christmas movie with popcorn and hot chocolate. We’re all excited for tomorrow and none of us can sleep. I hear Chains shouting about something over the T.V. and my stomach sinks with fear. My mom pauses the movie and stands up quickly. Something he’s saying has her trembling with fear. The door to her room bursts open and Chains is there breathing heavily through his nose. His eyes are glossed over from too much alcohol and they narrow on my mother.

  “Something you want to tell me?” Chains growls.

  “What do you mean?” My mom was raised in Mexico and her Spanish accent has never went away.

  “You’re a fucking lying bitch. I’ll give you one more chance to come clean with me or you’ll pay.”

  “Chains, I have no idea what you mean. It’s Christmas Eve, can’t we work together for the kids?” My mom’s hands are trembling in fear, but her voice is strong.

  Chains barks a laugh, “Fuck Christmas and you,” his eyes narrow on me. “It’s time you grow up and act like a man, not a little fucking pansy.” Chains leaves my mom’s room and we quickly follow behind. He takes the decorations we spent hours hanging up and rips them down in a rage. “This shit is done with!” He grabs the tree we cut down and put up, dragging it out of the commons room. All his brothers are standing by watching, no one saying a word.

  “Come here boy!” Chains bellows to me.

  I take a step toward him when my mom’s little hand shoots out and pulls me behind her. “Don’t you dare touch either of these kids. It’s Christmas for God’s sake.”

  “I don’t give a fuck if it’s Christmas, Hanukkah or the mother fucking coming of Christ. This baby shit is stopping and it’s stopping today. Get your fucking ass over here boy. I’ve got a job for you.”

  “No, Chains. You can’t do this, not tonight, please!” My mom begs him but with the crazy look in his eyes, it’s not working.

  “It’s OK mom.” I take her hand in mine and look down at her. Over the past six months I’ve hit a growth spurt and am now taller than she is. “It’s OK.” I give her hand a reassuring squeeze before letting go. She’s sobbing so hard; her shoulders are shaking. I knew she wouldn’t be able to protect me forever and the time has come I stop hiding in the shadows and do my part for the good of the club.

  Little do I realize until it’s too late, it will change the way I think of Christmas for the rest of my life.

  Chapter 1

  Capone

  It’s a time of year I’ve always dreaded, but this year I’m trying to look forward to it. All for the sexy blonde currently on her tiptoes trying to reach the ceiling. Danyella’s shirt rises revealing the tattoo I had put there marking her as mine on her back and my dick takes notice. Danyella’s hanging up some decorations around the Clubhouse, trying to bring the spirit of Saint Nick upon us. She has garland and tinsel all over the place alone with lights strung up around the bar and common room. I’ll never forget the sad look on her face when she realized we don’t celebrate Christmas around here. When her and Blayze came here, neither asked at the time. We could decorate our rooms but it was an unwritten rule it didn’t come into the main part of the clubhouse. I told her it’s just another day in the world of outlaws to us. I didn’t tell her about the day Chains changed it for me and I don’t know if I will. Danyella insisted I take her shopping and I did. All my Belle has to do is ask for something and it’s hers with no hesitation.

  Bear and Tiny are enjoying her redecorating, helping her put things up. I on the other hand, am still skeptical on the whole Christmas cheer. When I was a little boy, I enjoyed the holiday until one Christmas Eve night where Chains destroyed every childhood dream I held onto. It’s been hard ever since to get into the spirit of Christmas. Every time I see a tree or ornaments, it triggers a memory and it’s one I’d rather not remember.

  “Capone, can you come help me, please?” Danyella bats her eyelashes while looking at me over her shoulder.

  I stand up from the bar stool my ass was planted on and stroll over to her. I step up behind her and crowd her body with mine. She drops her arms holding the lights and inhales a sharp breath.

  “What do you need help with Belle?” I whisper in Danyella’s ear. She shivers against my touch and I nip at the sensitive skin on her neck. I reach around her with both arms, caging her body against mine. My hand drifts low to cup her pussy over her jeans. I’m hard as fucking steel behind the zipper of my jeans and there’s only one way to relieve it.

  “Uh… what?” Danyella pants.

  “What’d you need help with?” I whisper, my breath fanning across Danyella’s skin. Decorating might actually be fun.

  “The lights?” She asks instead of tells me. I have her so worked up she’s forgetting what she’s doing.

  “And what do you want me to do with the lights, Belle?” My lips drag across her neck, kissing the tender flesh of her skin. She moves her hips and her pussy presses against the palm of my hand.

  “Hmm… I think they can wait, Derek.” She drops the light onto the ground and turns around in my arms, pressing her body against mine. I pin Danyella against the wall and kiss her soft full lips. She opens her mouth allowing my tongue to enter. Danyella wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me against her. I pick her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. I walk to our bedroom at a quick pace, not giving a fuck who’s watching. These little moments are hard to come by with a kid running around the Clubhouse, but Aunty Monica took Nina shopping with Blayze, Torch, Red and Daisy.

  I open the bedroom door blindly and slam it shut with the heel of my boot. I slide Danyella down my body until her feet touch the ground. “Strip and do it slowly.” The heat in my voice has Danyella complying. I lean against the door, watching. She gyrates her hips as she unzips her jeans and shimmies them off her hips. Next, she pulls her t-shirt over her head and tosses it at me. Danyella bites her bottom lip as she reaches behind her and unhooks her bra. She tosses that at me too, which I catch. Standing in front of me in just her panties, I watch. Danyella walks over to the bed and climbs on, her ass in the air teasing the fuck out of me. She tosses her head back; her blond hair flowing and looks at me over her shoulder.

  “What are you waiting for, Derek? I need help and you’re the only one who can give it to me.” She licks her lips staring at me with want and desire in the blue depth of eyes that leaves me speechless every time I look into them.

  I take my cut off and lay it on the dresser. Then I rip my shirt over my head and toss it onto the growing pile of clothes. Next, I toe off my boots, unhook my belt and yank my jeans off in one fluid motion. It’s been a little while since I’ve had her pussy wrapped around my dick and I’m not waiting any longer. It’s hard trying to find time to worship her body with a kid sleeping in the same room, so we have to make do with what we have. I’m either getting her off with my fingers and she’s stroking me while Nina sleeps on a bed on the other side of the room. One time we thought we could get away with it and the moment Danyella sank down onto my aching dick, Nina woke up having a nightmare. Needless to say, we didn’t try that again. I tried getting her to sleep in her own room I set up next to ours, but she’s scared shitless right now and ends up in here every night. Instead of forcing Nina to sleep in her own room, we leave her in here to give her comfort.

  “Are you ready Belle? It’s going to be quick. It’s been too long since I’ve had your pussy wrapped around me.” I climb onto the bed crowding Danyella’s body with mine. She rises from her hands and knees and settles her back against my chest. We’re skin against heated skin. I
nip and kiss her neck driving her crazy with need. Danyella spreads her legs wide and my fingers circle her clit making her moan. My other hand is kneading her tit, pinching and pulling with just enough pressure to surpass pain with pleasure.

  “Oh God, Derek.” Danyella groans. She grabs the back of my head, tugging my hair and pulling my head closer to her. She turns her head and we kiss with so much passion, I’m breathless. My fingers circle her clit and dive lower, finding her pussy is soaking wet. I plunge two fingers inside and rub her clit with the heel of my hand. She bucks her hips into my hand, riding it with no shame. I can’t believe how much Danyella has grown into her sexuality these past few months. She went from being timid and shy into a sexy siren who takes what she wants and I’m the luckiest guy in the world, she wants to explore this route with me for the rest of our lives.

  “On your back and spread your legs wide. I want to see my pussy.” I pull my hand away and lick my fingers clean while watching Danyella watch me. She lays on her back, doing exactly what I demanded. I climb over her covering her body with my own. She spreads her legs wide, making room for my body. I kiss Danyella long and hard, our tongues battling back and forth. “Are you ready, Belle?”

  “I’ve been ready, Derek. I need you inside of me making me feel good.” Danyella arches her back pushing her tits against my chest. I grab my hard cock and stroke it up and down her pussy from her clit to her opening making Danyella whither beneath me. I push my cock inside of her warm pussy and we both release a deep sigh. I pull out and push back in again. Danyella is meeting me thrust for thrust bucking her hips at the same time I push forward pushing me deep inside her body. I kiss her again and Danyella whimpers from deep in her throat. Breaking the kiss, I sit up and thrust deep inside watching her full tits jiggle with each push. I lower my head, sucking one nipple into my mouth while keeping my pace thrusting inside of her. She grabs my head and arches her back.