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  “Your father was a great member of this Club, God rest his soul. Hopefully, you will be too. Blayze and Danyella, come on inside. It appears my son has lost his manners along with his tongue.” Chains reprimands me while plastering on a fake smile. He leads the way into the commons room with Blayze and Danyella behind him and me bringing up the rear.

  Bambi is back, sitting at the table with fresh red marks around her neck, laughing with Shooter. He’s leaning in close and grabs her tit. She squeals and moans. Chains leaves us standing in the middle of the room and goes back over to the table. Bambi stands up and sits on Chains’ lap when he sits back down. It turns my stomach the way they pass off the women in the club. Thank fuck they haven’t turned my sister into a whore like the rest of them. Doesn’t mean they won’t try with Danyella. Her fresh, young look will turn her into prey to these fuckers if I don’t do something quick.

  I step up next to both Blayze and Danyella crossing my arms over my chest. The need to protect her flows strongly through my blood. I’m not sure what it is about her, but I’ll do everything I can to make sure no harm comes to either of them. “Follow me and I’ll show you to your room.”

  Danyella reaches to pick up the backpack she and I grab it at the same time. Our fingers brush and a storm starts low in my belly. I lift my eyes to hers and she’s staring at me open-mouthed. She felt that spark too. I grab her bag and the three of us walk down the hallway into their room.

  “It’s temporary right now, but I figured you’d want to bunk together. It’d be the safer choice for the time being.” I’m cryptic but if Blayze is prospecting for Royal Bastards, he should know what I mean by it.

  A light knock on the door draws our attention, “Hey, Capone. Do you have a minute?” My sister Monica stands in the doorway fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. She’s only fourteen but has seen so many things no teenager should see.

  “Give me a minute and I’ll be right there.” Her brown eyes look relieved until they land on Blayze, then her cheeks turn a shade of pink. I sigh, this girl will be the death of me, I swear. “Monica, this is Blayze and his sister Danyella. Blayze and Danyella, my little sister, Monica.” I gesture between the three of them.

  “Hi,” Monica plays shy. This girl is anything but shy. She has a mouth like a sailor and can hold her own against anyone. Shy is not in her vocabulary. That’s the way our mother raised her. To be strong and resilient toward everything and everyone. Raising an eyebrow, I give her a questioning look.

  “I’ll be back in a little bit to show you around.” I look at Danyella keeping my voice as soft as possible so I don’t scare her. “Don’t wander around alone, it’s not safe right now.” I look at Blayze and he nods his head so I continue. I don’t know how much she understands the club life but I’m going to give her a quick, hard lesson. The need to touch her again overpowers me and I rest a palm on her shoulder gently. Sparks shoot through my fingertips, down my stomach and straight to my groin. “I don’t want to scare you, but those men at that table, aren’t good people. For your safety and your brother’s sanity, don’t wander around alone. If you want to go somewhere, get me, Blayze or Monica.”

  Danyella stares up at me with her big green eyes full of trust and understanding. “I’ve been around MC’s before. I know what they’re like and how to handle it but thank you for keeping me safe.” It’s the first words she’s said since they got here and her quiet voice is like an angel singing. I could sit and listen to her talk all day long. She smiles at me and it does something to my soul. Something I can’t explain and don’t want to.

  Who would’ve thought this moment would change the course of my life? I never would’ve thought a girl I just met would look at me like I hung the moon and the stars and everything I do and strive for from this point forward is centered around her. I will protect her with my life and do everything I can to make sure she’s safe and cherished. I will stake my claim on her and no one will touch her.

  Chapter 2

  Capone Present

  My little sister married. Who the fuck would have thought her and Blayze would tie the knot so quickly? I should’ve seen it coming though. The way those two would eye fuck each other when they thought no one was watching. Or the way Blayze had to touch her, even just passing by. Then after what Steam from Savage Saints, Detroit, did to her and the way we found her, Blayze wouldn’t let Monica leave his side. He fought through hell to get her and keep her by his side. Which is why tonight, we’re celebrating the first member of Royal Bastards to be tied down to one woman forever.

  Blayze and Monica’s wedding. We’ve all did horrible things to protect Monica. Things we wouldn’t change, even if asked. That’s what makes us the elite one-percenters. We only follow the Royal Bastards rules, which are proudly displayed above the bar. It’s the first thing someone sees when they enter our Clubhouse.

  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.

  Anyone who doesn’t follow these sacred rules will be punished. We, the Royal Bastards, are the judge, jury and executioners.

  Whistling and pounding draw me out of my mind and my dark eyes land on my Belle. She’s swaying her hips to the beat of a song wearing a silk grey bridesmaid dress that hugs her curves. My eyes travel from the tips of her painted toes, up her long lean legs, to the swell of her tits, up her neck until they land on her face. Her eyes are open and she’s watching me, watch her. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen in my life. Her green eyes are hooded with desire. My cock aches to belong to only her. My lips crave her plump ones.

  I don’t know what it is about Danyella that I’m attracted to. I don’t know why my body knows where she is at any given time. I don’t know how she has this power over me. Some people believe in insta-love, but I don’t. I’ve known Danyella since she and Blayze came to the Royal Bastards and he prospected for us. They were sixteen and fifteen. The first time I laid eyes on her, I staked my claim on her to any brother who had other ideas. She didn’t know I did it and no one touched her or told her. All these years later, my claim still stands.

  After she was kidnapped last year, I totally lost my head. Patch whores came and went, trying to please me to take the edge off, but none of them could do it. None of them could come even close and it frustrated me. All my brothers thought I was getting action every night or day but little did they know, my dick wouldn’t stand unless thoughts of my Belle were in my head. None of the patch whores said a word. If they did, they were gone forever.

  Every day I was angry and bitter, lashing out at everyone, even my own brothers. No one understood why and I didn’t tell them. I’d grunt or growl making those six months she was taken unbearable for everyone. Keeping my emotions inside almost killed me. Almost lost my Prez spot. I was toxic to everyone around me and I couldn’t change it. No matter how hard I tried to shove my feelings for Danyella away, they wouldn’t go.

  Then, when Blayze and Monica found Daisy in Monica’s porn studio being raped by J.J., everything came into the light. We finally got a lead and we found my Belle, beaten and raped. The shit she lived through traumatized her. She watched other women being taken and forced to fuck against their wills. The Blood
y Scorpions never touched my Belle in that way. If they did, I would have killed them all, then brought them back from the dead and murdered them all over again. But Dred did and she got her bittersweet revenge. Now, instead of being scared of my touch, she’s practically begging me from across the dance floor.

  My feet move across the room onto the dance floor and I pull Danyella’s sexy body against mine. She grinds her hips, moving her ass into my aching cock and sways to the beat of the music pumping through the speakers. Everything and everyone fades away as I inhale her sweet scent and let her move against me, using my body the way she needs to. I crave her touch, her flavor on my tongue. Hot and heavy, sexual tension radiates between us as we get lost in each other. Each dip of her hips sends a shock to my heart. Each breath Danyella expels washes over me, captivating my attention.

  She turns around so we’re chest to chest. My heart is galloping hard ready to explode out of my chest. I lick my dry lips and her green eyes drift down, her lashes flutter against her skin. She peeks up at me through her thick lashes and that’s my undoing. My lips crash down onto hers capturing them in one swoop. Danyella wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer to her and releases a moan from the back of her throat. She opens her mouth, sucking my tongue into her hot, wet cavern. I wrap my arms around her waist pulling her tight against me. I break the kiss and rest my forehead against hers, breathing heavily. Enjoying her taste on my tongue, I dive back in and kiss her again.

  We get carried away and before my brain catches up with my aching dick, Danyella and I are in a dark corner, locked in each other’s embrace, our lips devouring each other. Her hot breath fanning over my heated skin, moans and whimpers escaping her delicate throat. She’s straddling me, her sweet pussy grinding against my stiff cock begging for release. Lost in this lust-filled haze, I should stop her, but I can’t deny her anything she needs, anything she wants. If she needs to use me to erase the pain haunting her, I’ll gladly offer up my body. Shouts and catcalls pull me out of my lust induced haze, slamming me back to reality.

  “Belle, wait,” I groan against her heated skin. I stop Danyella from freeing my cock and making a big mistake. My body is screaming at me to continue while my mind is telling me no. I can’t defile her beautiful soul with the darkness I carry with me. No matter how bad I want too.

  Danyella’s face falls and tears gleam in her eyes. “I thought we were on the same page, Derek.” My name rolling off her tongue has my heart slamming hard against my chest. I want to say fuck it. I want to give in to the temptation right in front of me, but I can’t. Not with all this baggage following me around.

  “I’m no good for you, Belle. I can’t drag your beauty down into my darkness.” I look in her eyes and her lips tremble. I want to claim those lips and kiss away the pain I’ve caused, but now that I’m slammed back into reality, I can’t. She deserves better than I can give her.

  Danyella climbs off my lap and walks away without another word. She’s doesn’t look back and doesn’t stop. She disappears out of my sight and that’s the last time she gives me any attention.

  Chapter 3

  Capone

  A phone ringing in the distance pulls me awake and I groan, rolling over. My head is pounding hard against my skull and my mouth is drier than the Sahara Desert. After Danyella walked away from me last night heartbroken and angry, I found myself wallowing in a bottle of Whiskey. I know it’s all my fault I put that hurt in her heart, but it’s for the best. I can’t give in to my weakness, not while shit’s hitting the fan that no one knows about yet. My phone rings again and I slap my hand around the nightstand looking for it without opening my eyes.

  “Capone,” I grunt answering my phone.

  “Capone, Jameson. I need you to fly to NOLA asap. Bring Blayze. We have unfinished business.” Jameson is the National Charter Prez. When he calls, you jump.

  I sit up in bed and excitement pounds through my veins, “Does this mean what I think it does?”

  “You bet your ass it does. Get here today.” Jameson hangs up on me and I climb out of bed. My skull still feels like it’s been fucked by little gnomes, but the adrenaline pounding through my veins subsides the hangover I should feel.

  I toss my phone on the nightstand and light up a cigarette. Inhaling the nicotine deep into my lungs, I open the mini-fridge and grab a water. Downing it in two gulps, I feel better but I need a shower and a pot of coffee to curb this hangover from hell. I text Blayze to warn his ass to meet me in the kitchen in twenty. I don’t want or need to hear him and my sister fucking like rabbits. Shitty timing for them since they just got married yesterday, but when the club calls, we go, no matter what we’re doing or who’s pussy were balls deep in.

  I stub out my smoke and stumble into the bathroom. After taking a piss, I start the shower letting the steam fill the room. I step inside and my mind brings up an image of Danyella dancing in her grey dress last night. The way the fabric hugged her lavishing curves. The way her hands roamed over my chest and tugged my hair when she was straddling me in the corner. Her hot breath panting in my ear while my palms gripped her hips tight. The way she moved against me releasing little whimpers from the back of her throat and my cock is rock solid. I grab my shaft at the base and pull upward. I imagine her on her knees looking up at me through her lashes while she takes my length into her mouth until the head hits the back of her throat. I stroke my cock at a fast pace, imaging it’s her plump lips wrapped around my cock, sucking hard. A growl rips from my throat as tingles work their way down my spine and my cock grows harder. She’s sucking me hard while playing with her tits moaning around my cock filling her mouth and throat. I come so hard, panting and my knees buckle from relief.

  I’m a selfish, dirty bastard but right now, I really don’t give a fuck. I messed up last night pushing her away. I never should’ve let her go, no matter what my mind thinks. I finish my shower, somewhat sated. I’ll never be fully satisfied with my own hand until I have her in my bed and in my life. I dry off and throw on a pair of blue jeans, a black tee with the Royal Bastards logo, socks and my riding boots. I slide on my cut, grab my wallet and keys and leave the comfort of my bedroom masking my face into the heartless bastard everyone’s accustomed to.

  My headache makes a strong reappearance as I walk down the quiet hallway. Coffee, I need a strong gallon of coffee to get these little fuckers to stop drilling inside my head. I pass a few patch whores sprawled out on the couches naked as the day their face came through their mother’s cunt and walk into the kitchen. My steps falter and my mouth turns dry. At the stove is my Belle wearing tiny sleep shorts, a tank top and her sexy feet are bare with pink polish on each nail. She’s swaying her hips to a beat only she can hear while scrambling eggs. I watch from the doorway like a creeper, not giving a fuck. Turning around to plate the food on the marble countertop, I see Belle has earphones in and doesn’t look up. I know she knows I’m here. The rapid rising and falling of her chest and the pink flush on her cheeks gives her away. I saunter into the kitchen and sit on the stool directly in front of her. Danyella doesn’t even look at me when she turns the stove off and walks away. If it were anyone else, they’d be out on their ass, but I get why she’s so mad at me. I hurt her badly and for once in my life, I don’t know how to fix it.

  My phone rings at the same time Blayze and Monica come stumbling into the kitchen with their hands all over each other giggling. It’s Scorch, the Prez from the Elizabeth City, NC Chapter. I swipe the green button to answer. “This better be good, Scorch. I’m in the middle of something,” I snap. Monica giggles while Blayze manhandles her. I turn my back on them.

  “I can tell,” Scorch chuckles. “Look, wanted to see if you can do us a favor.”

  My interest is peaked. I’m all the way across the country, not sure what I can help with. “What kind of favor you asking for?”

  “One where you get Torch to cause some fireworks down in Mexico out at the Alcazar’s.” Scorch is dead serious about this. He gives me
a rundown on what’s going on out there and their plan. The more he talks, the more I’m interested. Alcazar is causing a lot of problems for my brothers and we have some unfinished business down in Mexico anyways. Kill two birds with one stone.

  “I’m sure it can be arranged, when do you need it done?” I ask.

  “Soon as possible.”

  “We’re heading to NOLA right now, but when we get back, I can make it happen.” The sheer thrill in my voice is unmistakable. It’s been a while since Torch blew shit up.

  “Thanks, brother,” Scorch mutters before we hang up.

  I turn to Blayze watching me and I shake my head. I’ll fill him in later, not in front of his wife. I plate some eggs and bacon and grab a cup of coffee. I shovel a fork full of food into my mouth.

  “Babe, want something to eat?” Monica asks Blayze.

  “You know what I want to eat and it’s not food, Bug.” The deep growl of Blayze’s voice sends Monica into a lust-filled haze and my teeth on edge.

  “Really you two? I get you just got married but I’m trying to fucking eat here.” I bark.

  “C’mon big bro. What or should I ask who’s got your panties in a bunch?” Monica asks.

  “Nothing,” I grumble around a mouth full of delicious eggs.

  “Bullshit,” Danyella appears at the doorway of the kitchen glaring at me. “Why don’t you ask him what happened last night.”

  I swallow hard. My appetite has suddenly vanished when three sets of eyes land on me. I pick up my plate with a scowl on my face, “We’re leaving in fifteen. Be ready.” I toss my plate into the sink not giving a fuck if it breaks and stomps out of the room. I don’t need her fucking glare pointed at me. I already know I fucked up. I don’t need reminders on it.

  I walk out the back door needing some air and light up a smoke. The sun is high in the sky, warming my face as soon as I step outside. L.A. weather is beautiful any time of year. Which is why living here is so peaceful. The salty air from the sea burns my lungs, the heat from the sun warms my skin.