Contents
Torch’s Torment
ROYAL BASTARDS CODE
WARNING
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Epilogue
Torch’s Torment
Royal Bastards MC Los Angeles Chapter
By J. Lynn Lombard
ROYAL BASTARDS CODE
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.
WARNING
Welcome to the Royal Bastards world. Torch’s Torment is book 4 of my Royal Bastards MC.
If blood, guts, gore, and a world full of dark, one-percenters isn’t your forte, then kindly turn around and leave. What you’re about to read isn’t for everyone. If you have sexual triggers, then this isn’t for you. The Royal Bastards authors don’t write sunshine and roses. We write dark, gritty books that will test your limits and leave you breathless.
If you’re still here, welcome to our world…
Chapter 1
Torch
Burn
The wheels of my bike eating up the pavement, the wind in my face and the sun at my back centers my mind from the chaos created by two women I can’t stop thinking about. One is innocent and sweet; everything I crave in a woman. The other is lethal with secrets of her own. Another thing I crave in a woman. With both of them causing chaos in my mind, when Capone asked me to do this mission, I didn’t hesitate to agree. I needed to clear my mind and figure out what I’m going to do.
This is a solo mission but Derange decided to ride along with me. He needed to get away also. Things between him and the Royal Bastards porn star Jezebelle aren’t the greatest right now. They’ve been on and off for years and his biggest issue is letting her do porn. When a Royal Bastard claims a woman, they’re exclusive to each other and no one else. She refuses to quit, so in return, Derange refuses to put his patch or mark on her. But what they’re going through can be figured out quickly. My problems, on the other hand, aren’t. When you have two women vying for your attention, they both will do whatever they can to keep you. Which in return, is causing tension in the Clubhouse. In a sick and twisted way, I’m enjoying their drama, but I’m also sick of it and I know I have to make a decision soon before they both wreak more havoc on the Clubhouse and Danyella puts my balls in a vice. I’m pretty attached to said balls and want to keep them attached to my body.
Derange and I are heading south into Mexico and creating some fireworks down in the heart of Santa Isabel. We’re sending the cartel a message; we’re not ones to be fucked with and we’re hitting one of their warehouses. When we get back, I have unresolved issues with information we found out before Capone and Danyella’s wedding with the Black-Market Railroad.
I thought we were done with this shit, but apparently not. And the Russians are deeply involved, bringing that shit in my city again. That’s where we found Daisy. The sweet, innocent woman who’s crawled her way under my skin and wormed her way into my mind, was raped by John James. She’s come a long way since Monica and Blayze found her in Monica’s studio. I’m proud of the woman she’s becoming but worried she’s still harboring PTSD from her kidnapping and rape and won’t admit to it.
Derange and I pull behind a small gas station about five miles away from our destination. I turn my bike off, pull down my gaiter and dismount. We’re not stopping for gas but checking our packages to make a big move against the cartel. We’re done being the pawns and since removing the head of the snake, a new one is trying to emerge and we’re here to stop it.
“All set?” Derange comes up behind me and peeks over my shoulder.
“Fucker, back off. This is top secret.” I joke with Derange. The club knows the way I work and it’s usually alone, but I welcome Derange’s company. “What’s up with Jezebelle?”
Derange grunts before stepping away. I finish mixing up my cocktails when he speaks. “I don’t know for sure. She’s not wanting to quit and I’m not willing to watch. We’re at an impasse until one of us caves.”
I stand and stretch my back, “That sucks. You two will figure it out. It’s a gut feeling I have.”
“What about you?” Derange lights up a smoke and leans against the side of the building. “Gotta be hard having two women chasing after you.” Derange smirks.
“Hard is an understatement,” I mumble under my breath.
“Do you know which one you want?”
“No, I don’t. They both have what I want. How do you choose?”
“If you don’t make a decision soon, they’re going to decide for you and you’ll be left out.”
“Hmm…” My mind goes to images of Rose and Daisy getting it on together, all sweaty and moaning. Rose licking Daisy’s pussy, eating her out like a starved woman while Daisy is sucking my cock and I’m fucking Rose with my fingers. I wonder if they’d be up for a ménage a Trois. Damn, now I’ve got a hard-on and no way to relieve it.
“Bro, that’s fucked up.” Derange laughs. “Here I am all pissed off with Jezebelle cause she won’t stop fucking other people and you’re day-dreaming about fucking two women at the same time. Maybe I’m going about this all wrong.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I shake my head, trying to clear the images out. “I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t need to. It’s written all over your face and showing through your jeans. I can give you a few minutes of five finger time if you need it.” Derange holds up his right hand and wiggles his fingers. Fucker. He stomps out his smoke with his boot and walks towards his bike.
I quickly pack up my saddle bags, think of something other than Daisy and Rose fucking each other while I watch and straddle my bike. I pull my gaiter up over my face and fire her up. The deep rumble of my Harley straightens my mind and I put thoughts of those two in the back until this is over.
We pull out and head to our destination. The dirt and sand kicking up behind us as we travel the last few miles. God, I can’t wait to get the fuck out of here. Mexico has never been a fun place for me and I’d rather leave it in the rearview mirror than return ever again. The last time I had to come here, Capone, our Prez, was run off the road and we didn’t know if he was going to make it. Then Danyella, his Ol’ Lady and now wife, ended up finding his daughter during a shootout at the bar set up by Joaquin Salazar, who thought Capone was his grandson but turned out it wasn’t. Fuck, my Prez has had a lot of drama these last couple of years. Something’s got to
give but it doesn’t look like it’ll happen for a while.
Derange and I pull off and walk a few hundred feet toward the warehouse. There’s no one here and it’s hot as fuck. I have sweat dripping down me in places I didn’t know was possible. I’m itching to get this done as quick as I can but be efficient so I can get back to the Clubhouse.
I open a door and go inside. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Something feels off but I can’t figure out what yet. There’s not much reprieve from the heat but being inside gets us out of the beating sun. Making my way to the basement of the warehouse, I set up the explosives and a timer. Then I go to each corner of the basement and set up my cocktails. After many trials and errors, I finally found the right mix that will explode when the timer goes off, demolishing anything in its way. Once I’m finished with this building, there will be nothing left. I head upstairs and do the same up here.
Crates upon crates are stacked all over the place. Derange pops one open and we peer inside. He releases a low whistle and pulls out an AK-47.
“Damn, there’s enough here to start a war.” Derange puts the semi-automatic rifle back and closes the crate.
“That’s what they’re trying to do. Start a war but we’re going to end it.” I rap my knuckles on the top of the crate and finish setting everything up. “C’mon let’s blow this joint.” I release a low chuckle and we walk out of the warehouse.
We’re heading back to our bikes when Derange stops and turns around, surveying the area. “Something’s off.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, with all those weapons in there, why is it unguarded?”
“Good question. I’ll call Capone.” I dial Capone while we walk back to our bikes.
“Torch, is it done?” Capone answers on the first ring.
“Not quite. Wanted to double check we had the right place before I did my work. Something’s off, Prez and I don’t like it.”
“Hold on, I’m pulling up your location.” I can hear keys clicking in the background, probably Red pinpointing our location. “You’re in the right place. What feels off?”
“With all these firearms in here, you’d think there’d be guards. It’s abandoned and I don’t like it.”
“Red is tracking for heat signatures now. Maybe we caught them off guard, thinking we wouldn’t retaliate so quickly. I’m putting you on speaker phone.”
“Torch, it all looks good down there brother,” Red states. “No one around and you’re at the right spot. Go do your thing and I’ll keep digging.”
“Copy that.” I hang up the phone and straddle my bike.
“Well?” Derange asks, pulling up his gaiter.
“We’re in the right spot. Let’s do this shit and get the fuck out of here before the Cartel decides to come back and we’re really fucked.” I pull up my gaiter and fire up my bike. Derange does the same. Once we’re a safe distance away, I click a button on my phone and the warehouse behind us goes up on flames, creating a huge fireball. I love this fucking shit.
We ride back to L.A. and now I need to figure out what I’m going to do with the two women fighting for my attention. Do I give into my needs or my heart?
Chapter 2
Daisy
Graveyard
“Girl, you’ve got to stop moping.” Danyella wraps her arms around me and offers me comfort.
“I’m not moping. I’m trying to figure out my next move.” I pace back and forth in my bedroom, brushing Danyella’s arm off me. “I’ve got to get Torch to see me, not the broken little girl I was when I first came here but the woman I am now.”
When Monica found me, I was being raped by John James in her studio. I can still feel his slimy hands on my body. I can still hear his grunts as his small dick violated me in ways no one should ever be touched. When John realized his little dick wasn’t doing its job, he got angry with me and choked me until he got it up. I tried fighting him off me, but that excited him even more. He flipped me around and slammed into my body, punishing me for his faults. That’s when Monica walked in. She ripped John off me and Blayze tried soothing me, but I was a mess. I could hardly form two words. I watched as this strange, beautiful woman gave my abuser a beat down. It gave me hope I could overcome this. When she slammed her boot onto John’s limp dick, I smirked. I believed at that moment things would be better.
John and Drew, a member of the Bloody Scorpions, were moving women through the Royal Bastards porn studio and the Royal Bastards had no idea. They were selling the women to the highest bidders, raping and recording them to boost sales. There are so many sick fucks out there. If a girl fought back, she went to one group that had a hard-on for fighters. If a girl was submissive, she went to another group. If a girl didn’t show any emotion and was broken already, Bloody Scorpions killed her or kept her for their own sick pleasure.
“Torch sees you, Daisy,” Danyella tells me, pulling me out of spiraling into a past I can’t change.
“But does he really? The way he looks at Rose, I want him to look at me that way. Do I need to go and fuck all the brothers here for him to want me?” Rose is one of the patch whores that has captured Torch’s attention. We might be friends, but she’s my biggest competition when it comes to him. I don’t know if it’s because she’s a badass that doesn’t take shit from anyone or because she’s an easy fuck.
“Do you not see the way Torch watches you wherever you go? Every time you walk into a room, his eyes automatically go in your direction. He sees you.” Danyella sits on the edge of my bed while I pace back and forth.
I stop and look directly at her. “No, he doesn’t. Torch treats me like I’m a kid that needs protection. I don’t want or need protection. I only want him. I want him to make me forget all the horrible things that happened to me. I want him to show me what a real man should do, erase everything in the past and give me what a real man should.” I ball up my fist and hit my dresser. “I hate this jealous feeling I get when Rose is around and he’s all over her. I want to rip her hair out when I see it.”
“Have you tried talking to Rose about it? She’s pretty down to earth and if it bothers you, I’m sure she’d make sure nothing would happen if you’re around.” Danyella is being the voice of reason but, damn it, I don’t want a voice of reason. I want to stay angry and pissed off. I want to take what I want.
“That would be even worse! Not knowing what they’re doing behind closed doors. Is he touching her and wishing it was me or is he fucking her and I’m not even a thought. Am I wasting my time with Torch or does he actually want me?” I breathe deep and sit on the bed, all out of steam. “I need to go work out.”
I leave Danyella sitting in my room and head to the gym in the back of the Clubhouse. I didn’t bother changing into workout clothes, I’m that frustrated. I have on a pair of jean shorts, a tank top and my Sketchers tennis shoes. I hook up my phone to the speakers out here and turn on my playlist. Halsey's song “Graveyard” starts and I lose myself running on the treadmill. I don’t stop until my legs are going to give out. With a heaving chest and wobbly legs, I walk over to the punching bag set up in the back. I start swinging, taking all my anger and aggression out on the bag. I kick and punch until I can’t feel my arms. I wish I were able to do this to John the moment he touched me. Or even to Drew the moment he kidnapped me.
I must have hit repeat on my phone because the same song is playing again. I listen to the words as I continue to let loose on the bag, knowing I have to keep digging deeper inside of myself to find the woman I want to be. The woman Torch wants. The woman who doesn’t need protection. A woman who’s confident in herself and her feelings no matter what happens.
I hang my head and let my shoulders relax as the song ends again. It’s quiet in here but I can feel someone in here with me. I act like I don’t suspect them and wait. The distinct smell of leather and woods invade my nose and I know who it is.
Torch.
I turn around and see Torch standing directly behind me. Ther
e’s a look in his eyes I can’t quite decipher, but I go with the flow just as another song comes on. This time it’s Halestorm's “I Miss the Misery” Torch cocks an eyebrow at my song choices but doesn’t say a word. I haven’t seen Torch in a couple of days and God, have I missed him. He was on a run for the club and they wouldn’t tell me where he went or what he had to do. Which I’m used to anyways. Royal Bastards are secretive like that but I get it, it’s Club business and if I need to know, they’ll tell me.
“What do you want, Torch?” I ask breathlessly.
“I needed to check on you. I heard the music and Danyella said you were out here.” He steps closer to me, his powerful legs closing the distance between us.
“I don’t need protection, Torch.” I turn my back on him and start hitting the bag again. Angry he feels the need to protect me. Pissed off he doesn’t want me like he wants Rose. Frustrated that Torch isn’t giving me what I crave.
His warm arms wrap around me, stopping me from hitting the bag and I’m close to breaking down. “What do you need then?” Torch’s warm breath whispers in my ear.
I lose all the anger and resentment I’ve been harboring inside when I’m in his arms. “Just you.” I turn around in his arms until we’re chest to chest. Torch is quite a bit taller than me so I have to really look up to see his face. His pale blue eyes are staring down at me with confliction. His blonde hair hanging in his eyes. I brush it away and keep my eyes locked on his. I take a deep breath and lay it all out there for him.
“All I need is you, Torch. Your touch grounds me. You bring peace in the chaos of my head. When you’re not here with me, I go crazy. Jealously creeps up on me and I’m an asshole. But the moment I see you again, the moment we’re together like this, it all goes away. I need you to make it stop. Make the hurt go away. Give me peace so I can become the woman you need. Give me you, even if only for a night. Take away all the bad memories and give me better ones. Show me how a man should treat a woman.” I close my eyes and lay my head on Torch’s chest. His heart is beating hard against his chest and his breathing is short and shallow.
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