“Bug, it’s too late to stop now.” I kiss down the silky column of her throat and a moan rips through her lips. I push up with my hips, gyrating my swollen cock into her heated core. “These need to come off.” I slap Monica’s ass with my good hand and she yelps.
She quickly removes her leggings and t-shirt, baring her sexy body to me, scars and all. I lick my lips, watching her fine ass as she turns and locks the door. Leaning against it, Monica pushes her chest out and sways her hips to a beat only her and I make.
“Fuck woman. I’m laid up in bed and you’re teasing me. Get over here now,” I growl through clenched teeth.
Monica saunters toward me, swaying her hips like a Goddess. “You want this big boy?” She teases.
“Fuck yes. Now bring that sexy body over here.” I watch her eyes light up as she pushes my boxers down my legs and straddles me. She sinks down onto my swollen shaft and with all that is holy and unbelievable, Monica moves.
Together we make love like we’ve never done before. Our souls connect on a higher level as we both reach our peaks staring into each other’s eyes. Lost in each other’s possession.
I will die before I let another bad thing happen to my Bug. I will slaughter anyone who stands between me and her. I will burn the earth down in a blaze to get to her. I will sell my soul to the devil to make sure she is safe. Because I’m a Royal Bastard and that’s what we do for the women we love.
We murder, we kill, we torture anyone who crosses us. I might not have had the full closure on what happened to my sister or to Monica, but I will. I will get my revenge on any asshole who fucks with me and my club.
*****
It’s been days since I’ve been shot and I’m going stir crazy sitting here. Capone called a quick Church meeting at the asscrack of dawn and we’re all piled into the sanctuary. Most of us are leaving for Michigan in a few hours, riding the whole way. It’s just over two thousand miles across the country.
Capone slams the gavel onto the scarred oak table silencing the whole room. “In a few hours, we’re leaving to visit the Savage Saints in Mt. Pleasant, Michigan. I talked to Jameson, at our Mother Chapter in New Orleans and he gave us the clear. I told them what was happening and he told me to handle it the Royal Bastards way.” An evil smirk crosses Capone’s face. One that instills fear in the biggest and baddest motherfuckers around.
Jameson is the President of our Mother Chapter in New Orleans and any type of move like this needs to be approved through him. We’re going to be crossing into uncharted territories and need approval where to ride and with or without our colors.
“We will be passing through our other Chapters along the way and they agreed to let us stay on their compounds while we’re traveling. We have the green light brothers.” Capone raps his knuckles on the table. “So, those of you going with us need to pack your shit and be ready to roll by eleven. I want to get as far as I can today. Hopefully into our Nevada Chapter by sunset.”
“I’ve mapped out the best route there,” Tiny says pulling a United States map out and showing us the highlighted route. There is a bunch of X’s and O’s along with dash marks. I have no fucking clue what they mean but it’s Tiny. He’s the best at being our Road Captain so I’ll go with what he tells us. “It’s a six-hour ride to Tonopah, Nevada. If we leave at eleven, we can make it there by five. Rest for the night then head out to Idaho Springs, Colorado. It’s a twelve-hour ride from Tonopah to Idaho Springs.” He points to the map. Both Tonopah and Idaho Springs are marked with a red X. “We will stay the night at that Royal Bastards Chapter. It’s another seven-and-a-half-hour ride to Lincoln, Nebraska and their Chapter. We can stop in and shoot the shit for a little while but then need to be back on the road. We will stop again in Ankeny, Iowa, which is three hours from Lincoln.” Tiny points to the O on Lincoln and the red X on Ankeny. “There, we will stay the night again and head out in the morning. Ankeny will be our last stop on the way out there. Then we’ll be in Mt. Pleasant at night fall by day four as long as everything goes good.”
“What are the dashes on here?” I ask. This is the longest trip we’ve ever taken.
“The dashes are areas we need to avoid. Ones that are overrun with Bloody Scorpions and we won’t have permission to enter.” Tiny responds staring at the map. The Bastard is in his element. Usually, we do quick runs from here to San Francisco or San Diego. Sometimes into Mexico when the cartel wants their drugs run from us. Nothing to this extent.
“Everyone good to go?” Capone asks. No one answers him so he slams the gavel onto the table, ending our meeting. Quick and swift. The way our Prez does things.
Bear, Tiny, Red, Trigger and Torch stand to pack their shit. Tiny folds the map and puts it in the inside pocket of his cut. Derange and Dagger along with a few prospects are staying behind to guard our club. Monica is riding with me.
“What’s my sister doing?” I ask Capone.
He turns his head and gives me a questioning look. “What do you mean?” Capone swallows hard and diverts his eyes like he’s hiding something.
“My sister, Danyella. Is she making the trip with us or staying here?” Capone shrugs his shoulders but still won’t look at me. That has the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. “Prez, what are you hiding?”
“Why in the fuck would I be hiding something?” He growls.
“Because you won’t look at me,” I state.
“Nothing. I haven’t asked her if she wants to go. Why don’t you find out?” He dismisses me with a nod of his head.
I push away from the table, “Fine. I will go and ask her. But I swear to fuck, if she refuses to go because of your bitch ass, we’re going to have words.”
“Blayze,” Capone mumbles my name stopping me from walking out the door. “She came onto me the other night and I turned her away. She isn’t ready for me yet and until she is, it’s best if she keeps her distance.” I glare at my Prez, my best friend. There’s more to this story than what he’s telling me, but he is my President and I’ll respect. “One more thing.”
I stare up at the ceiling praying to keep my shit together. I can’t snap and disrespect my Prez. “What is it?”
“Drake from our Savannah Chapter paid us a visit when you were recovering. Some crazy shit is going on down there and he wanted to speak with Monica about the Black Railroad.” Capone leans his elbows on the table.
“Did he talk to her?” My blood pressure is rising through the roof right now. Drake is one crazy motherfucker and I don’t want him near my girl without me.
“No, he didn’t get a chance to. His Ol’ Lady had other plans and they left in a hurry. After he left, I dug a little more into it and the Black Railroad is how they’re transporting the girls from state to state. I made a call to some other Chapters and it started in our Alaska Chapter.”
“Why did he think Monica had something to do with it?”
“Because of that weasel dick James. Los Demons and Bloody Scorpions are balls deep in the Black Railroad. And James was running it through her studio. Right under our fucking noses and we had no idea.”
“Well, he isn’t going to be a problem anymore. Los Demons are eliminated. As for Bloody Scorpions, well, we’re handling that shit.”