The Heavy Crown: Washington, DC Chapter (Royal Bastards MC Book 1)

by Linny Lawless

  I stepped toward Trick as Roadkill held him back. I tasted blood and wiped some off my busted nose. “If you touch what belongs to me again, I’ll kill you.”

  CHAPTER 11

  DANI

  I was so fucking mad at Heavy watching him paw at the dark-haired club whore, that all I wanted to do was kick him in the dick. But instead, I decided to play his own damn game. I recognized the man Heavy just had words with. They called him Trick, and he was the club’s president seven years ago. Anyone who saw their heated words about the young girl with him couldn’t deny the hate they had for each other. When I saw him standing at the end of the bar watching me dance, I crawled to him—knowing Heavy was watching. But when I took the shot glass Trick offered me, he went too far by grabbing my tits like he was going to rip them off. So, I slapped him. The whole world spun when he backhanded me hard, and I fell back on the bar. Everything happened so fast as Heavy pulled him off me, and they threw punches at each other. When Roadkill came and pulled Trick off Heavy, Lacey was there, offering her hand to me.

  “Trick is Heavy’s father!” Lacey said as she helped me up to move away.

  Heavy’s father?

  When it was over, Trick left, climbing on his bike and burning rubber as he peeled out of the clubhouse. Heavy and Roadkill came over to the other side of the bar, reaching up for Lacey and me. I lowered myself down and held onto Heavy’s broad shoulders. He gripped my waist, lifting me off the bar and setting my feet on the cement floor. I watched as Roadkill held out his muscular arms. Lacey knelt down, wrapping her arms around his neck. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her off the bar, then set her down on her feet.

  There was blood smeared on Heavy’s face. Wrecker appeared, handing him a bandana to wipe the blood. “I called the girl a cab.”

  Heavy wiped some of the blood from his face as Wrecker walked away. His brows furrowed as he tilted my chin. “You okay?”

  I blinked a few times. “He slapped me good, but yeah. I’m okay.”

  “You’ll have a bruise in the morning. Trick’s been hitting women for as long as I can remember.”

  I knew then why Heavy punched the wall at the Dollhouse instead of my face.

  My throat burned as I choked back tears. “I saw that bitch touching your dick and slobbering all over you, and I was ready to claw her eyes out...and yours! I wanted to get the same reaction out of you and took the shot from Trick. Lacey just told me he’s your father. Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “It didn’t matter when you got on that bus seven years ago. I never expected you to come back.” Heavy let go of my chin and gripped my hips, pulling me close to him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “Sledge is having a good time with Roxi, and my brothers will make sure he’s fed, fucked, and well-rested. Let’s get on the bike and go home.”

  “Can Lacey bring my shopping bags over to your house tomorrow?”

  “Sure.”

  I held onto Heavy tightly as he rode us back to his house. He sat me in the kitchen and filled a hand towel up with ice cubes. He sat in the chair across from me and gently pressed the cool cloth to my cheek. “We’re both gonna wake up with shiners in the morning.”

  I smiled. “I guess it’s just part of the gig.”

  Heavy smiled then and chuckled low. I liked this side of him, as it brought out the gray of his eyes. Plus, he didn’t look at me with that pissed-off glare for once. Then he leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms over his chest, and that severe stare came back. “My club stripped Trick of his prez patch a few years after I got you on that bus to AC. He was getting our chapter into a bunch of bad shit dealing with cartels and the Russian mob. He still wears the Bastards patch but holds the lowest rank in my chapter, only just above the prospects, which isn’t something to be proud of. We hit him where it hurts...his pride. I took over as prez—the vote was unanimous—and Tye was kicked out and stripped of his patches. He’s probably dead now, his body rotting in an unmarked grave somewhere. That’s what he did with your friend, Krista. He was a worthless piece of shit, and so is my dear old dad.”

  My jaw hung open as I listened to Heavy. He stood from the chair and began to pace, looking like a caged panther. “Now that Trick knows you’re here, he’s going to come after you. He’ll want to sell you into some sex-trafficking ring. Hell, I wouldn’t put it past him to work with our enemy, the Bloody Aces.”

  I dropped the cloth on the kitchen table and stood in front of Heavy, stopping him from pacing. “I came back because I love you, Heavy.”

  He was quick, snaking his hand up the back of my neck. He fisted a handful of my hair and pulled. “It’s dangerous to love a man like me, Danika. You’ll end up damaged, broken, or dead.”

  “I’m already damaged, and I’ve been broken a few times over the years. But I know you’ll keep me safe. Like you did before.”

  Heavy’s mouth crashed onto mine, kissing me roughly. I dug my fingers into the leather of his cut, parting my lips and inviting his hungry tongue. I jumped, wrapping my thighs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. He gripped my ass, carrying me to the kitchen table and set me down on it. He released me, and with one wave of his arm, shoved everything off the kitchen table onto the floor.

  We kissed again, our tongues and lips frenzied and rushed as he undid the front of my jean shorts, yanking them down and dropping them to the floor. He unzipped the front of his jeans, shoving his briefs down and his hard, giant dick bounced against his hard stomach. I laid back on the table, spreading my thighs, my pussy slick and ready for him. I gripped the edge of the table as Heavy leaned over me. He gripped the front of my tank with both hands and ripped it open down the middle, then tugged my bra down, exposing my breasts.

  “Your tits are gorgeous, Dani. I’m glad you didn’t pump them with that fake shit,” he said, his voice deep, as his warm hands brushed across both my nipples.

  Heavy leaned down, capturing my right nipple with his mouth, sucking and licking, then swiping his tongue back and forth over it, teasing it. His lips and tongue moved to my left nipple, tormenting it just the same. He released it with a smack and stood, running his hand down my chest to my stomach, as it fluttered with anticipation, needing all of him.

  He gripped his monster cock and rubbed the head up and down my wet slit. “Is this what you want, little slut?”

  “Yes, please, Heavy!” I begged breathlessly.

  He eased the head in slowly, then more, stretching me so wide, filling up my pussy. I reached down between my legs and felt that he was only halfway in. I gripped the table’s edge tighter, my eyes wide. I was so wet, he slid the rest of himself in, and I cried out, feeling him up against my cervix.

  He went still, his hooded eyes full of lust. “Relax, Dani. I’m big, but I’ll go gentle.”

  I nodded and whimpered as he gently pulled out and eased his way back in. Our eyes were locked with one another, his hands brushing across my tits, lightly pinching my nipples.

  He kept his pace slow as he groaned. “You’re so tight. Just the perfect fit for me.”

  I closed my eyes, enjoying the pleasure of him and moaned again. “Faster, Heavy.”

  He grabbed my wrists, pinning them down at my sides, and thrust into me faster. He reached down and pressed the pads of his fingers gently on my swollen clit. As he rubbed small circles over and over, I suddenly cried out with an exhilarating orgasm. My walls pulsated around his massive rod. He leaned his head back and pumped into me a few more times, then pulled out. His cock was slick with my wetness and he gripped it and pumped it a few times. His white-hot cum squirted, landing on my breasts and stomach.

  CHAPTER 12

  HEAVY

  It sounded fake when Dani said that she loved me because I’d never heard a chick tell me that before. But when she looked at me with those amber-colored eyes, I got fucking lost in them. I wanted to hurt her, feed her some pain to show her I wasn’t the kind of man who loved anything or anyone. But then when I was deep inside her pu
ssy, I saw the young teenaged Danika I remembered from years ago. I didn’t want to hurt her. I wanted to make her feel good and see that fire in her eyes. I would’ve fucked and busted a load all over Dani again early that morning, but I knew her tight pussy would be sore. She needed to get used to my size. I laid in the bed with her until she fell asleep. She mewed like a cat, and her brows scrunched together when I climbed out of bed. I took a quick shower and looked at my reflection in the steamed-up bathroom mirror. Trick landed a good one—a dark bruise was forming underneath both my eyes.

  I swung a leg over my bike and rode back to the clubhouse. It was deserted when I pulled in through the bay doors and parked next to Wrecker’s bike. The clubhouse was littered with beer cans and bottles, along with cigarette butts and black skid marks all over the cement floor. The place smelled like weed and burnt rubber.

  I scanned the whole clubhouse to see Wrecker lay sleeping on one of the pool tables with a naked chick sleeping beside him. Roadkill sat at the bar with his forehead laying on top of his forearms. I walked up, slapping a hand on his shoulder. “You still breathing, brother?”

  He rose his head up, shaking it. “Fuck,” was all he could mutter.

  I sat on the stool next to Roadkill and grabbed the half-empty pack of Marlboro’s on the bar. I pulled out a lighter from my pocket and lit one. “Where’s Sledge?”

  “Roxi took him back to her place,” Roadkill grumbled, then laid his forehead back down.

  Wrecker rose from the dead, sitting up and groaning on the pool table. He rolled the naked chick off his lap and climbed off the pool table. He was still shit-faced, staggering over to sit on a barstool beside me. He looked at my busted-up face and shook his head. “How’s Danika? Hope her face ain’t as ugly as your mug.”

  “We put some ice on her cheek, but she’ll still bruise.” I took a long drag off the cigarette and exhaled. “Now that Trick’s seen Dani, he’ll try and take her. She won’t be safe...not here, at least.”

  “You can fool everyone and even yourself, Heavy—but you can’t fool me. You liked Dani years ago. That’s why you put her on a bus to get out of DC. You knew if Trick got ahold of her, she would’ve disappeared with a bunch of Russian sex-slave traders. She’d probably be dead now too. But you saved her. She’s safer with the club than out on her own. Just cause you have Trick’s blood running through your veins doesn’t mean shit; it’s just fucking DNA, brother.” Wrecker grabbed my shoulders. “You’re not Patrick Stone. You’re Hendrix Stone, the President of the Royal Fucking Bastards. Trick is just as slimy as those goddamn Bloody Aces. He doesn’t live by our club’s code. Why don’t you slap a property patch on the girl and claim her as your ol’ lady? She’ll have the highest rank among all the other ol’ ladies and protected by every member of our club and all the other chapters.”

  Wrecker knew me more than anyone else in the club; he was my brother from another mother. He was the only one who could get away with laying all the cards on the table and telling me straight off the cuff.

  “Dani, Lacey, and Roxi are set to shoot the film next week with Sledge. We’re still gonna make bank with this film. FOCUS and Crucifix let our chapter in on this partnership with their Royal Bastards Video business. And I’m not going to disappoint.”

  “Is this what Dani wants to do? Or is it something you’re making her do?”

  I dropped the cigarette and crushed it out with my boot heel. “I’m making her do it to punish her. She’s gonna regret ever stepping foot into the Dollhouse and back in Royal Bastards territory.”

  I slapped Wrecker on the shoulder. “Let’s go find Trick.”

  “It’s only three a.m. He usually hangs at the Cherry Pie titty bar.”

  I climbed off the stool and looked over at Roadkill. His forehead was still on his forearms, and he was snoring like a bear. “He’s not a Royal Bastard anymore, and we’re taking his cut.”

  Wrecker and Roadkill rode with me, and we found Trick’s bike parked outside the Cherry Pie. The bartender, Diamond, rushed over to the end of the bar when we entered. “Trick’s in the second VIP room with Sadie and Mandy. That asshole is shit-faced and getting rough with the girls. He’s been here for hours!”

  Roadkill pulled a revolver from inside his cut as we walked down the dark narrow hallway to VIP Room 2. Roadkill hiked his leg and kicked in the door. It flew open, busting a hole in the wall. The girls screamed and ran past us and out of the room as we walked in.

  Trick stood from the couch when Roadkill stepped up, raised the gun, and pointed it between his eyes.

  Trick smiled at Roadkill. “I have a pussy for a son because he’s not man enough to pull the trigger himself.”

  I moved to Roadkill and pressed his hand that held the gun down to his side. “You’re already a dead man. We’re taking your cut. You’re not a Royal Bastard anymore.”

  Trick shrugged his old and tattered cut, turned it around, and spit on the center patch—the skull wearing a crooked crown.

  He tossed it to me. “I don’t need the Royal Bastards. There’s plenty of other clubs out there with colors I’d be proud to wear on my back, son.”

  I handed Trick’s cut to Wrecker, then threw a right hook, smashing my knuckles into Trick’s jaw. He stumbled back, falling on the couch, blood spewing from his mouth. I was on him, pounding both my fists one after another into his eyes, then his mouth.

  Wrecker pulled me off him. “Come on, Heavy; let’s go.”

  Trick was knocked out cold.

  I shoved Trick’s cut into my saddlebag, and the three of us rode back to the clubhouse. We called every chapter member for church, and an hour later, they were all there. Roadkill started up a blazing fire in a rusty trash barrel.

  I held up Trick’s cut as I looked into the eyes of every one of my brothers. “Starting today, Patrick Stone, aka Trick, is no longer a Royal Bastard. He will never be protected by the club, nor will he have our respect. He will never be allowed to step inside this clubhouse again. He is dead to me, and he’s dead to all of you, my Royal Bastard brothers.”

  I tossed Trick’s cut into the fire, and the Royal Bastards watched until it was burned to ash.

  I left the clubhouse and went back to my house. I couldn’t get enough of Dani, and all I thought about on the ride home was fucking her in every tight hole.

  When I entered my house, I found Dani in the living room. Her wet, dark-brown hair was combed back, and she was wrapped in a bath towel. She sat on the couch, rummaging through one of the dozen or so shopping bags strewn on the coffee table and on the floor.

  Her eyes lit up, and she smiled. The bruise started to show on her right cheek. “Lacey came by just now and dropped off my shopping bags.”

  My dick was hard all of sudden seeing Dani like that—clean and naked under that towel. I stepped over some of the bags and got down on my knees. I pushed her thighs apart and moved myself in between them.

  She gasped, her eyes going wide when I yanked the towel open. I leaned down and ran my tongue up between her soft pussy lips. She cried out, digging her fingers into my hair when I hiked her thighs up over my shoulders and slid my tongue in her wet hole. Her bald pussy was so goddamn soft and smelled so good.

  “Heavy! Oh my god!” was all she could say when I started flicking my tongue back and forth over her clit. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked nice and gentle while I slid 2 fingers up her tight, wet hole. She tasted so fuckin’ sweet, making my dick so hard it hurt.

  Dani ran her hands through my hair, and her head fell back while she moaned and whimpered. Her sweet ass squirmed as she rode my mouth. I looked up to watch her pretty tits jiggle and sway. I kept up the pressure, sucking on her clit, then flicked it until she screamed my name, her wet juices squirting all over my mouth and beard.

  I rose up, unzipping my jeans, and shoved them down with my briefs. Dani’s eyes were closed, and she was breathing fast. I flipped her over and spanked her ass before I shoved half my dick inside her soaked pussy.

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bsp; I eased out and pushed back in just a bit more each time, stroking my fingers up and down her back to help her relax and get used to my tight fit. She gripped the couch pillows, and she moaned. “I love how you go easy with me.”

  “I wanna make you feel good like you make me feel, Dani,” I grunted while I fucked her nice and steady.

  Both our bodies were covered in sweat, and my throbbing dick was about to explode. I couldn’t hold back much longer listening to Dani moan and cry out my name, begging me to fuck her faster.

  “I’m on the pill, Heavy. I need to feel you come inside me!” Dani screamed, and that was music to my ears. I pumped into her a few more times and shot my hot load deep inside her.

  CHAPTER 13

  DANI

  I went with Lacey to see her doctor, and we both tested clean a few days before the shoot. Heavy dressed in a T-shirt, jeans, and boots, but didn’t wear his Royal Bastards cut since he drove us in his truck, telling me that, “Bastards don’t wear cuts while driving a cage.” It was noon when we arrived at the MGM. I’d been in all the casinos in Atlantic City, but this was the first time I’d ever stepped into a high-dollar suite. I overheard Heavy talking to Wrecker that a man named Nolan Reynolds ran all the business in and out of the MGM casino. I wondered if I’d ever get to meet him.

  The suite was enormous with a bar loaded with unopened bottles of top-shelf liquor, a long sectional couch in the living room, and a separate bedroom with two, king-sized beds. I saw Lacey first and walked over to the bar where she stood behind it, pouring herself a glass of wine. She was dressed in a pretty pink satin robe with flowers on it and a pair of hot pink stilettos. Her eyes were glassy, and her eyelids were half-closed as she batted her false lashes and smiled at me. I could tell she was on something—weed, meth, or both. Roxi was there, too, sitting on a barstool dressed in a black satin robe. Her long, fiery-red hair had wavy curls, and her green eyes sparkled as she sipped on a glass of wine. She was businesslike and polite at Sledge’s party at the clubhouse, but I didn’t feel that friendly warmth like I did with Lacey.