“This is for me. Each time you stuck your filthy dick down my throat or inside of me when I didn’t want it. It’s for each time you made me cry or made me bleed. Welcome to hell motherfucker. I’m your judge, jury and executioner.” She balls up her other hand into a fist and keeps ahold of Dred’s balls with the other. Danyella lets her fist fly, punching him square in the stomach. Dred’s body swings back from the blow but she hangs on to his junk and I can hear the pop of the other one. My stomach clenches at the thought while Dred screams in pain. Blood blooms on his jeans and Danyella releases him. “Now tell these boys what they want to know, or I’ll rip off your dick, shove it down your throat and let you choke.”
I step up next to Danyella and put my arm around her shoulders, pulling my sister into my embrace. “Well done sis. Now let us take over.” She nods her head, breathing heavily. Dred is close to passing out but we don’t want him to yet. Danyella goes to Monica out of my line of sight. I turn my attention to Dred. “Why are you here?”
“Steam made us come here to kill you.” Dred coughs up blood and spits it out at my feet.
“Looks like you fucked up. Say goodnight motherfucker.” I bring my fist back and land a crushing blow to Dred’s throat. He gasps for air but can’t get any in. I crushed his windpipe. He flops around like a fish trying to breathe out of water before he stops moving. His lifeless eyes stare at me and I smirk. “That’s what happens when you fuck with the Royal Bastards.”
“Is it over?” Danyella asks behind me.
“Yeah, it’s over. He’ll never touch you or anyone else again.” I respond.
“Thank God. What about Aerial and the rest of the girls?” Danyella is always putting others over her and it’s a rare trait to find anymore.
“We’ll find their homes and help them any way we can.” Capone offers. Danyella nods her head.
“Can you please get me out of here?” She begs Capone.
He locks his arms around her and gives her a gentle kiss on the head. “You got it.” Together they leave the garage. I watch from afar hoping and praying that she’ll find her way out of this mess.
“Get the prospects to clean up the bodies.” Kayne orders Stryker.
“You got it, Prez.” Stryker walks out of the garage leaving me, Monica, Kayne, Poison, Siren and Blayde alone.
“Come on Monica, let’s go see if Holly needs any help for dinner.” Poison and Siren both put their arms around Monica. “Then you can give us the deets on that hunky man you snagged,” Kayne growls but Poison winks at him. “You’re still my hunky man.” This seems to work because Kayne stops growling.
“Remember Princess, I’m the only one who can fuck you into oblivion.” Poison’s face turns red and Kayne smirks. “Be ready for me. I’ll be in in a few.” She nods her head and the three of them leave.
“Listen, I’m really sorry for you guys coming all this way for this short of a time.” Kayne apologizes.
“Don’t worry, brother. It was something that had to be done and I’m glad it was resolved so quickly. It makes me wonder what Steam is up to though.” I think aloud.
“I’ve been wondering the same thing. But he’s off his rocker. Has been for a long time. That’s a problem Savage Saints can handle.”
“We’re here for a few more days so if you need help, just say so. Ride or Die, brother.” I offer my fist and Kayne bumps it.
“Ride or Die. Now let’s get some grub and party like no tomorrow.”
Epilogue
Blayze
It’s been a few months since we’ve been back from our trip. We stayed in Michigan for a few days longer than planned. Jameson, our Mother Chapter President, called Capone, so he had to head to New Orleans then Baltimore and meet up with the Presidents from other Chapters. He didn’t say much when he got back but from the haunted look in his black eyes, it wasn’t good.
Now, we’re back at our clubhouse in Cali. The vibe here is peaceful and relaxing for the first time in a long time. We’ve been able to place most of the missing women back with their families, but some of them stayed instead of going home. Daisy is one of the few who stayed. She’s recovering remarkably well from her gunshot wound. We still can’t locate Aerial’s mom, but Red isn’t giving up. Danyella has been staying at our house more often with them than here at the clubhouse, but it’s her choice. She’s trying to find herself and what she wants to do with her life.
My brothers and I are standing in the common room where the pool tables used to be. The patch whores and girls have transformed this part of the clubhouse into something beautiful. There are small white chairs set up in aisles that currently hold the patch whores, prospects and the rest of the Royal Bastards. Flowers are placed every fucking where and the spot I’m standing at is on a white throw rug. Dagger is standing on a podium behind me dressed in his leathers. Capone is right next to me on my left. I nervously adjust my cut waiting for Monica to get her ass out here. I wipe my sweaty palms on my black jeans. Capone cocks an eyebrow at me. Torch smirks and Bear, Derange, Red, Trigger and Tiny are squeamish. They keep wiping the sweat from their brows or fidgeting. They’re the ones who shouldn’t be nervous.
“Are you sure about this?” Trigger asks, adjusting his jeans for the hundredth time. He’s the worst one out of all these guys with nerves.
“Of course, I am. I’ve never been surer about anything in my life.” I answer honestly.
Capone dangles a set of keys in my face and smirks. “Do you like the Harley I picked up the other day? You know, the brand-new, satin black Sport Glide with the Milwaukee-Eight one-oh-seven-engine and high-performance suspension?”
“Yeah? That bitch is beautiful.” I’m confused about where Capone is going with this.
“What if I tell you that if you don’t go through with this, that bitch is yours?”
Realization dawns on me and I laugh. I laugh so hard my stomach hurts. “You’re such a fucking asshole,” I grumble once I have myself under control. “No way in hell. My girl is more important than that.”
Capone pockets the keys and smiles huge. “That’s Royal Bastard asshole to you, fuckface. Perfect answer. Welcome to the family officially, Blayze.” Capone holds his hand out for me to shake. I grab his offered hand and he pulls me in for a hug. “Keep her happy. That’s all I ask.”
“I plan on it, brother.” We release each other and turn toward the bar. Aerial comes flying down the hallway wearing a white lace dress and gray DC shoes. When she sees us standing here, she slows down and smiles.
“They’re ready!” she shouts. Aerial has become the little sister of the Royal Bastards. We try to shield her from the parties the best we can, but she always ends up sneaking around and seeing more than she should. She’s a sassy, sneaky little girl that keeps us on our toes but also brings a ray of sunshine to the brothers. She’s quickly worked her way into our hearts and we will do anything to protect her.
Aerial plays with the lace of her dress, waiting until Daisy and Jezebelle make their way next to the bar, followed by Danyella. They each have on slim-fitting satin blue dresses; they did their makeup to perfection and their hair is in some fancy up do. I can’t see the woman I’ve been waiting my entire life for yet and I’m nervous as hell. I keep shifting from foot to foot, anxious to lay my eyes on the perfect woman made just for me.