Crucifixed (Royal Bastards MC: NYC Book 2)

by B. B. Blaque

  We walked around for a while and then I heard the sound of voices and laughter in a large space. The chopping block.

  There was a flurry of activity and I could smell food—the finger sandwiches the guard talked about. I wasn’t offered any and it was just as well. My stomach would’ve heaved right there and added to my plight. I wished my parents had just dropped me in the river all those years ago. My pain and Gio’s wouldn’t be happening. I hoped that Sister Isabella would eventually tell him and be there in some way to help him grieve.

  I heard a man’s voice beginning the auction over a loudspeaker. It sounded so official and with the amount of corridors we’d walked through and elevators, I could only imagine we were on a massive estate somewhere out in the country. People were cheering and clapping. The auctioneer, or whoever he was, called the girls by numbers, the doctor would come inspect, and the bidding would begin. I couldn’t believe it when the first girl was sold for $10,000 like a head of cattle. By the time they’d gotten through four of them, I was getting antsy and ready to get it over with. It was like listening to a blade swinging down on you slowly and getting closer. I just wanted it to be done. A couple more were called and I felt a little more of me die each time.

  “Okay, Miss Fiona. It’s time for you. It’s not so bad.” The woman walked me over to a table and helped me step up. “Now, lie down and put your feet in these stirrups . . . scootch your butt down to the end . . . further . . . just a little more.”

  I heard the hushed tones around me and felt the cold table beneath me. It was mortifying to be spread open like that in front of God knows who and to know everyone would soon see my shame. Why are you still ashamed? Because you love Crucifix? Because you’re madly in love with a dirty biker? It’s not just lust. It was too late for any of it.

  My number was called and the doctor pulled my habit back to sit on my knees. I hadn’t had an exam and didn’t know what to expect other than he’d find out I wasn’t as pure a flower as they wanted. I felt the doctor touch me with his fingers and insert something, and then I clamped down hard.

  “Relax, dear. I’m almost done.” The doctor put his hand on my belly and I pushed out a big breath until he finished. Suddenly, everything was quiet.

  They know.

  “This one . . . is not untouched.” The auctioneer sounded stunned and flat. “How would you like to proceed?”

  Men were yelling in the background and I distinctly heard Father Lombardi’s voice among them.

  I had no idea.

  She’s a worthless slut.

  This was not my intention.

  She’s dead.

  There was a man’s voice that rose above the others. “Gentlemen, I’d like to start the bidding at $100,000, if you have no objections.”

  I know that voice.

  The Bishop is buying me to kill me.

  “She’s already broken. I want her for that reason. Never in the history of Rosethorne have we had a scandal like this. If anyone wants to try to outbid me, I welcome it.”

  The presence of a body near my head and the sound of slacks as it came closer to me made my heart race. I smelled the roses and the cigar before I felt his hand on the side of my head and him pulling the blindfold down.

  “Have you been thinking, sister? Do you have an idea what I’ll be doing to you?”

  I started to cry and the incredibly handsome man—who didn’t look like any clergyman I’d ever seen—smiled. Then a long finger reached to my cheek, scooped up a tear, and went to his mouth to be sucked off.

  “Please . . . do cry. You’ll find I have a penchant for tears.”

  The man pulled me up and off the table as the auctioneer said, “Going once . . . going twice . . . three times. Sold! To Captain Jordan Bishop. Congratulations, your Excellency.”

  Captain? Is he in the military too?

  He’s going to kill me with his extreme tastes.

  “Come, pet . . . let’s continue watching the rest. You are an unexpected treat and I can’t wait to taste you while you’re mine.”

  That sounds temporary. Who next? Death?

  The Bishop stood in back and held me tightly against him as we watched the other women coming for inspection and sale. One of them was a friend of mine that went for $30,000, and there were others who went for less or more.

  “Oh, pet . . . you do need to watch this. You’ll find this particularly interesting.” He was holding me closer and growling down to me quietly. “I know this gentleman well, and he’s going to take her right here in front of everyone. He loves the spectacle.”

  The girl on the table made it through inspection and the man who bought her unzipped his pants, pushed both of the girl’s legs back and looked long and hard at his purchase. Then he positioned his cock at her opening. Disgusting.

  Just before he thrust in The Bishop whispered, “Let me know if this brings back any memories . . .” The buyer slammed in hard, the girl screamed, and then he started to fuck her right there in front of the crowd. “You’ll have to tell me about the time your beautiful flower was plucked, but not now. We have to be going.”

  Like I’d been doing with someone all day, I walked. I could finally see my surroundings and they were nothing short of opulent. He has not taken a vow of poverty. If the whole day hadn’t been so nauseating, I would’ve felt warm and cozy. The walls were a beautiful wood, the floor a brown granite, and when there was carpet, it was in multiple shades of burgundy and gold. There were columns around the large foyer and the lighting was subdued.

  For a tomb, it’s not so bad.

  “Pet . . . I’m going to leave you in your room for safekeeping until the auction’s over. There are some financial matters that must be tended to.”

  The bishop guy opened the door to what must’ve been the waiting room and pushed me across the threshold.

  “I’m sorry to have to replace the blindfold. It’s only until I return.” He pulled the material up from my neck and covered my eyes. “I’ll be back with you shortly . . . we have some very important business to take care of, don’t we, pet? You have a story to tell me about your first encounter, and then you can compare it to your first with me.”

  That was all he said before closing the door and walking away to let me wait. Think. Pray.

  Make it quick.

  18

  God Was Never on Your Side

  The house phone rang and grabbed me by the balls. We’d been waitin’ for that call and I was beginnin’ to think the fuckin’ thing was broken. I didn’t like bein’ in unknown territory or lettin’ someone else take the lead. As nice as Bish was, he was still the ruler of his realm. I needed to get back to mine.

  “Yo. This is Crucifix . . .” I answered the phone and was sure The Bishop could hear the short fuse in my tone. “Yeah, I’m sure Blitz knows where to go . . . uh-huh. Yep. FOCUS and me . . . okay, he can show me the way. Yeah . . . yeah . . . Casket and Hazard, gotcha . . . back to the clubhouse in the City . . . you just tell me how to get to that basement.”

  It was go time and I could almost smell the bloodshed in the air. Fi was gonna be safe and I could do what needed to be done.

  “Okay, you two”—I pointed to Casket and Hazard—“get to gettin’ her the fuck outta here. Don’t make it any harder on her than it already has been. I’m sure she’s scared enough and the ride into the City will give her time to think on it.”

  I wondered if she was worried enough to scare the Jesus right outta her—or at least the fuckin’ Catholic Church. I didn’t pray that she’d be mine, just that she’d be safe. I didn’t wanna push my luck with God, so I figured I’d have to do the rest of the work without his help.

  You probably don’t wanna watch this part.

  The guys went to get Fi and I felt my pockets for the flask and coins. The knife on my side was unsnapped and ready. This wasn’t a time I wanted my gun. I was gonna do those scumbags up close and personal.

  “Okay, yank, I got your back . . . your girl is safe with those tw
o yahoos and we’re gettin’ ready to take care of business.”

  FOCUS walked next to me through the back corridor on the way to The Bishop’s office. Adrenaline was coursin’ through me and everything felt like it was shakin’. I’d never been so pissed off at any-fuckin-thing in my life—not even gettin’ kicked out on my ass.

  “I told ya, man. You can trust Bish. If he was gonna do somethin’ fucked up, he’d tell ya straight.” We got to a door and FOCUS stopped and looked at me hard.

  “Yeah, yeah. I know . . . ya told me and you were right, ya hillbilly fuck. This ain’t over yet, though.”

  FOCUS knocked and walked right in. The Bishop was sittin’ at a big desk with a pile of money in front of him. Two assholes were sittin’ at the table smokin’ cigars. It looked too laidback, which said that it wasn’t. I knew the two motherfuckers sittin’ at that desk were part of it. They were also untouchable to me. I get the three and he gets them.

  “Gentlemen, come in . . . sit down. Help yourself to a drink if you’d like. I’m just finishing up some business with my friends here.”

  Those two douchebags looked us over and then turned around—dismissin’ us like shit under their shoes. They were in for a fuckin’ surprise they wouldn’t see comin’.

  “I owe you for my purchase, and I must say I’m quite excited about this particular plaything. What a scandal to have a girl in a virgin auction who has already been deflowered. You gentlemen had no clue how her value would increase as soon as I heard she was no longer untouched.”

  The Bishop bought Fi?

  The scandal girl?

  He better hope like hell it was just for show.

  “We’re very sorry, Jordan. There was no way to know that she was a slut underneath that innocent exterior. What are you going to do with her?”

  Give her the fuck back or make my list go from three to four bodies for the day.

  “I’m sure you are sorry. Don’t let it bother you too much. She’ll be well taken care of.” He pushed the pile of money toward the men and motioned us over. “I’d like to make a generous donation . . . to the orphanage of the Archdiocese of Brooklyn. In the name of the Royal Bastards MC.”

  I couldn’t believe my fuckin’ ears.

  “What . . . I don’t understand, Jordan.” The man with the gelled-back hair started to stammer. “Why would—”

  The Bishop didn’t let him finish, just drew hard on his cigar and let the smoke out slowly. His eyes narrowed and he cut in.

  “Oh, but Martin . . . I believe you do understand. I think that’s why your palms are starting to sweat and”—Bish reached out and grabbed the wrist of the man tightly—“it’s why your heart is racing. I feel it. Why? Well, that is abundantly clear. Your greedy, sweaty palms wanted the money, and your colleagues knew they were bidding on virgin nuns without their consent.”

  He stood up and walked around behind the men, reached into his jacket pocket, and leaned over the two pricks.

  “Just to let you know, they’ve all been procured by my people. No virginal nuns were actually sold tonight.” He put a knife to the back of the neck of the one who’d spoken and whispered, “You really shouldn’t have tried to do this at my auction. I thought you knew my reputation, Matrin. I guess you just didn’t care. Know this . . . that kind of insubordinate behavior won’t be tolerated.”

  The knife was sunk into the scumbag’s neck and twisted. Bish didn’t waste a second before doin’ the other and turning to us. He pushed them over and leaned against the desk like nothin’ had happened.

  I fuckin’ love this guy.

  “Well, gentlemen, I believe you need a tour of the place. You wanted to know where the basement was and I’d be more than happy to show you.” He started to lead us into the hall and stopped. “Oh, and Crucifix, just so you know . . . not a cent of my money will ever go to the Catholic Church.”

  When we got to the bottom of the stairs and stood in front of the door, I felt like a kid at Christmas. All the rage I’d felt for so many years was going to be exorcized from my heart—at least that was the hope. To have all three of ‘em in the same room and picture their faces—when they realized who they were bein’ given last rites by—was a snapshot I’d love to have. I didn’t wanna rush in. I wanted to savor that moment and every single one ahead of me.

  “This is your Mass, Crucifix. I’ll let you do the honors.”

  The Bishop stood back and I reached for the knob before lookin’ over my shoulder to him and FOCUS.

  “I’m goin’ in first. I’ll let ya know when I want ya to come in, hillbilly. Let me have my moment . . . or ten.”

  When I walked into the large room, it was dark and I could see a dim light comin’ from far away. It was like the star leadin’ the wise-ass motherfucker to where he belonged. Elbows deep in vengeance. With a place as big as Rosethorne, I shouldn’t have been shocked that it’d be massive, but the walk to the light seemed endless.

  Maybe my excitement.

  The whole fuckin’ basement seemed to be an actual dungeon. It wasn’t a place for parties or other bullshit. The place was a torture chamber that wasn’t out of place with everything I knew about Bish. The closer I got to the light, the more I could see. There were holdin’ cells and what looked like a row of drawers you’d see in a morgue. It’s about the ride, not the destination—it’s somethin’ we always say. Then, my ride had lasted years and I was happy as fuck to finally be done ridin’. I slowly walked into the room and my boots fell hard on the cement floor. The temptation to go in fast like a bull in a china shop had to be knocked down because I wanted to add to their suffering. They didn’t even know what that word meant, but I was gonna let them know and they’d have no fuckin’ doubt.

  As soon as I cleared the entryway, my mind was blown. If all I’d already seen wasn’t enough to get my dick hard, that room was enough to make me bust a nut on its own. I scanned the walls lined with shit that looked medieval and rusted, and then a fuck ton of surgical tools right after it. The floor was the same slick concrete as the area I walked through on the way to the light, but there was also a drain in the middle of the floor. It was eerie as fuck. If those scumbags weren’t scared before they got in that room, they were definitely pissin’ themselves while they waited for their fate. Not much scares me, but that set-up sent chills down even my spine.

  I stood and smiled as I looked to the far side of the room. Tied to the base of the cross, in her habit, was Sister Antoinette. A big red bow was on her head. My present was practically wrapped just for me. The Bishop has a fucked-up sense of humor and I loved that little touch.

  In the center of the room was an above-ground tomb made of shiny cement. That fuckin’ thing had a red bow too. When I spun around, I saw Father Lombardi hangin’ by his hands from loops. A ball-gag was in his mouth and the streamers pourin’ out the sides made him look like a Bull Mastiff with spit-drenched jowls.

  Sean motherfuckin’ Foley must be in the tomb.

  I’d waited long enough—it was time to get on with things. Time for Mass.

  “Well, look who we got here . . .” I kicked hard at the tomb as I sat down. “If it ain’t my favorite cocksuckers . . . you probably more than the other two, huh, sister?”

  I laughed and banged hard on the lid of the concrete box.

  “Yo! I hope you ain’t dead in there, motherfucker! I’d be really disappointed. I’ve waited a long time for this.” My voice was just about loud enough to wake the dead and the echo made it worse. “I’m sure that can only be you in there, Foley! Shame ya can’t see the big red bow you’re dressed up with. You always were a greedy little rat bastard at Christmas. Stealin’ from the poor unfortunates . . . remember that, ya prick?”

  Sister Antoinette was cryin’ and whimpered out, “Who are you? What do you want from us?”

  My laugh came out with a big huff of breath. “What do I want? Hmm, lemme see . . . what do I want?”

  I jumped off the tomb, lunged over to the cross, and got right up in the nu
n’s face and screamed, “What the fuck do I want? There are so many. Fuckin’. Things I want.”

  I grabbed her cheeks hard and jerked her face to look at me. “Don’t turn away! Look at me, you fuckin’ bitch! You don’t know who the fuck I am? Maybe you don’t recognize me without my cock inside that vile cunt. Look in my eyes and see if you can figure it out!”

  She tried to glance away and I smacked the side of her head.

  “Bitch! I’m not over there. Look at me and tell me who the fuck I am, you pathetic, unforgiveable whore!” I was shakin’ her shoulders and her head was bouncin’ back and forth. If I kept yellin’, I knew I’d lose my voice, but I couldn’t hold back the rage and didn’t even wanna try. They were all too close. “Look. In. My. Eyes. Or should I show you the cock you couldn’t get enough of when I was just fifteen . . . maybe that’ll jog your memory!”

  I unzipped my jeans, lifted my cock out, and stood over her. “Ya remember now? I was an innocent kid, you disgusting skeeze! Now, I’m the dirty biker who’s gonna send you to Hell!”

  Sister Antoinette started to wail. I shoved my dick back in my pants and laid down on the floor next to her head.

  “Oh . . . poor . . . poor sister. Don’t you remember curlin’ up against me when you were lonely . . . makin’ me think that what you were doin’ to me was right? Unless you did it to a bunch of us boys, which wouldn’t be a shocker, you should remember exactly who the fuck I am!”

  She was hysterical, but she could get one letter outta her mouth and then it finally busted loose.

  “G . . . G . . . Gio . . . Giovanni!”

  I slapped her cheeks. “Lemme guess, you remembered my dick . . . that won’t be the last thing you’ll remember. I promise.”

  I stood, walked by the tomb, and over to Father Lombardi. “Look at ya, Father . . . hangin’ out like the piece of shit you’ve always been. You didn’t have a lot to do with shit way back when . . . ya kinda stepped into the fire by accident and pretended like there was nothin’ goin on. Maybe you couldn’t have done much, but this shit ya got goin’ on here . . . sellin’ nuns to rich motherfuckers . . . Father . . . I guess they sent you to the right place alongside that child-rapin’ cunt, Sister Antoinette. You were just as much to blame as the rest of ‘em who were involved and I know there were others. You’ll meet up with ‘em in Hell.”