Torch's Torment Royal Bastards MC Los Angeles, CA Chapter

by J. Lynn Lombard

  “A flimsy door won’t stop me, Daisy. Now finish your shower and meet me in your room.” He saunters out of the bathroom, leaving me standing here, dripping wet and stunned.

  What in the actual fuck is going on? Why is he here? I thought for sure Torch would be with Rose right now, not waiting for me in my bedroom.

  I grab the towel laying on the countertop and quickly dry myself off. I didn’t bring any clothes in with me so I wrap the towel around my body and take a deep breath before opening the door. Steam billows out behind me and I spot Torch sitting on my bed with a bottle of Captain carelessly dangling from his fingers between his open legs. He’s staring at the carpet like it has answers he’s seeking. I drink in his muscular body and tattoos trailing up his arms into his tight shirt. His blonde hair hanging in his eyes. He runs a hand through it, pushing it back.

  I sway my hips a little more than usual, putting my plan to get Torch to want me, in place as I cross the room to grab some clothes. Torch’s head snaps up and his piercing blue eyes watch me. The look he’s giving me sends a jolt of lust to my core. I move with the grace of a dancer to my dresser and open the drawer. If he’s going to be in here, I’ll give him a little show of what he’s missing out on.

  I select a pair of blue satin panties, a pair of blue silk shorts and a tiny silk tank top to wear. I take a deep breath, with my back to Torch and drop my towel. I hear Torch inhale a sharp breath as I get dressed. Once my clothes are on, I turn around and lean against the dresser.

  “What’s going on Torch? Why are you here?” I push my chest out using what the good Lord gave me in making him tongue tied.

  Torch takes a long pull of whiskey before holding the bottle out to me. I push off the dresser and step closer to him. Taking the bottle from his hand, I make sure to brush my fingers against his and he inhales another sharp breath, watching me. Torch’s eyes pierce into my soul and causes my body to tremble with need. I take a drink and hand it back to him. It burns down to my stomach but I hold it in, not showing any weakness. If Torch wants a strong woman to shoot whiskey with, I’ll keep up the best I can.

  “Sit.” One word from his gravelly voice has me complying with no questions asked. I sit as close to him as I can without being on his lap. “We need to have a discussion. It’s not going to be pleasant but I need a straight answer from you.”

  The seriousness in Torch’s voice sends a shiver of dread down my spine. His eyes turn hard when he pulls out his phone. After a few seconds, he turns it toward me and watches my reaction. Staring back at me is a man with similar features to Torch but years of a hard life etched on his face. He has a nasty burn scar running down the side of his face I would never forget. The eyes though. Those eyes haunt me at every turn. They’re not the piercing blue of Torch’s but a lighter shade and I’ll never forget them.

  “By the look on your face, I’d say you recognize him.” Torch doesn’t ask. He doesn’t need to. The tremble of fear wracking my body gives it away.

  “Who is it?” I whisper into the quiet room. I wrap my arms around my waist to stop shaking and fight off the memories of what this asshole did to me and other women.

  “His name’s Razor.” Torch pockets his phone and sits on the bed beside me. I’m terrified of what’s happening right now. Torch wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his chest.

  “I thought this was over. Why does this keep happening?” The fear in my voice is real. This man tortured me for months. Teasing and taunting me. Raping other women in front of me until they broke.

  “Daisy, you need to tell me everything you can about him.” Torch rubs his hands up and down my back comforting me.

  “Will it help with whatever you’re doing?”

  “Yes. This is the last thing I want to do to you, but we don’t have a choice.”

  I take a deep breath and pull my head off Torch’s chest. Staring into his eyes, gathering the courage to say what I need to say to help the club. “He’s the one who convinced me to go with Bloody Scorpions. Promised me a better life than what the people who birthed me gave me. God, I was fucking stupid. Once he got me to go with Bloody Scorpions, they chained me to a bed in a basement with other women. Razor raped and tortured so many women in front of me. I don’t know why he didn’t touch me but listening to those women’s sobs and screams still haunt me.” I take another breath. “While he raped those women, broke them beyond repair, he watched me the entire time. If I tried to look away, a Bloody Scorpion would slap or punch me. If I closed my eyes, they’d make me open them to watch. I had to watch the torment those women went through and I was powerless to stop it. I was weak and now he’s back. He’s coming for me.”

  “Razor will never come near you again, Precious. I will guaran-fucking-tee it. I will die before he comes anywhere near you again.” Torch pulls me against him and presses a kiss to the side of my head.

  “Do you mean it?”

  “With every beat of my heart. I will protect you.” Torch doesn’t hesitate in his answer and it settles my racing heart.

  His fingertips trace patterns across my bare arms and goosebumps break out over my body. I feel safer with Torch near me than I have in a long time. Safe from Razor. Torch keeps the terrible memories away.

  “Will you stay with me tonight?”

  Torch swallows hard but nods his head. This is my shot. My chance to get him to want me like I want him. Need me, as I need him.

  Chapter 6

  Torch

  Who Do You Love

  “Will you stay with me tonight?” Daisy asks swallowing hard. The vulnerability in her voice makes my decision easy.

  Fuck! What am I doing? Every time I’m around Daisy, I don’t think with my head. My cock is hard as steel behind the zipper of my jeans.

  When I opened her bedroom door and heard the shower on, I knew I shouldn’t go in there, but hearing the soft moans from the other side of the door I couldn’t help it. I quietly opened the bathroom door and leaned against the sink to see how far she’d go. She was getting herself off and I’d be worried if I didn’t hear my name float from her lips. That’s when my restraint broke. I yanked the curtain back and Daisy’s face was flush and her fingers were still in her pussy. Fuck my life. She quickly pulled them out, trying to cover herself, but I wasn’t having any of it. I grabbed her hand and sucked her fingers into my mouth, enjoying the taste of sweet pussy. I had to leave before I fucked her right then and there.

  I don’t know how I get myself into these situations. Staying the night with Daisy is a crazy idea and one of us is going to get burned.

  Sitting on her bed, Daisy’s scent lingers all around me. The moment she walked out of the bathroom with nothing but a tiny towel wrapped around her sexy body, I knew I was screwed. She’s not Rose but fuck, she makes my heart race. Is this who I’m supposed to be with? Is she the one I desire?

  Taking a long swing of Captain, the liquor burns its way down my throat and into my stomach. I watch Daisy shimmy into a pair of silk panties, tiny shorts and a tank top with no bra. Her nipples are poking through the soft fabric. My cock is hard as steel behind the zipper of my jeans.

  Daisy flips the covers back and slides under the cool sheets. She pats the empty side. “I won’t bite. I just don’t want to be alone anymore.” The honesty behind Daisy’s words sends a shudder through my body and straight to my heart.

  “I need to talk to Capone before I settle in. I’ll be back soon.” I lean over Daisy and she slides her hands around my neck and into my long hair, pulling me closer.

  “Hurry back.” Daisy leans into me and presses her lips against mine. Soft, compliant and warm. My blood races. Fuck me, Daisy can kiss. She torments me with her tongue inside my mouth.

  Before the kiss goes further, I pull away resting my forehead against hers. She’s breathing just as hard as I am, her tits heaving. The rise and fall of her chest draw my attention to the perky buds begging for my mouth to suck on them.

  “I’ll be back.”

  �
�Promise?”

  I look into Daisy’s eyes and see the uncertainty shining in them. “Yes, I promise. Stay here and don’t open the door for anyone.”

  Daisy nods her head before releasing her grip around my neck. I kiss her cheek before standing up and walking out the door.

  Walking down the hallway, memories of Rose and me doing things here come flooding back. The one time Capone caught Rose sucking me off just before Christmas is in the forefront of my mind. That was a night I’ll never forget.

  I step in the spot where Rose got on her knees and blew my mind and turn. Fuck. Daisy’s room is a few feet away. Did she hear us? Did Daisy watch Rose deep throat my dick like a champ? Did she get off watching me with another woman or was she furious it wasn’t her? Should I ask Daisy or let it go?

  Fuck my life. These women have me in knots.

  “Torch, where the fuck you been?” Capone bellows. I turn and Capone is standing at the end of the hallway with his hands on his hips and a pissed off look on his face.

  Damn, I’m fucked. “Getting info for you, Prez.”

  Capone raises his eyebrow. “Really? Staring at a wall is getting the information we need?”

  I walk the distance down the hallway toward Capone. “I got distracted. I did find something out.”

  “Brother.” Capone squeezes my shoulder. “I need your fucking head in the game. This isn’t the time to check out.”

  “Aye, Prez. It won’t happen again.”

  Capone stares at me, looking into my eyes for a sign I’m lying but I’m not. These two women will take a back seat until the Bloody Scorpions and Razor are taken care of. “Let’s walk and tell me what you know.”

  Capone and I enter the commons room. It’s quiet in here. Most of our brothers are already asleep since it’s after two a.m. We walk down the corridor leading to our bikes and step outside. The night air wraps around me, cooling me down. I light up a smoke and Capone does the same. After taking a drag, letting the nicotine calm me, I talk.

  “Daisy recognized Razor. Said he was the one who took her. Promised a better life. She said she ran away from her birth parents and was living on the streets when Razor found her. Brought her in only to chain her to a wall with some other girls. Razor and some Blood Scorpions would rape the others and force her to watch.” I stop talking and calm myself down because if I continue, I’ll go ballistic. I’m going to kill that motherfucker for doing this to her.

  “Where was she when Razor found her?”

  “She didn’t say. Just that he didn’t rape her but made her watch.”

  “We need to figure out where she grew up. Why Razor didn’t rape her like the other women. Why he didn’t touch her.”

  “I agree. That part didn’t make sense to me. She didn’t understand either.”

  “Now we know Razor is behind the Black-Market Railroad. I thought we were done with the motherfuckers.” Capone’s jaw ticks and he runs his hand through his dark hair. He stomps out his smoke with the heel of his boot. “Your brother.”

  “Half-brother.” I interrupt. Capone levels with a glare. “Sorry Prez. I want no part of that little rapist bitch.”

  “Your half-brother is involved with Bloody Scorpions and the Black-Market Railroad. How deep is he connected? He took Daisy willingly at first, I might add. Then tortured and raped the other women and forced her to watch. Why? Why is she so special Razor didn’t want to touch her only to have Drew give her to J.J. to rape? Why did they wait so long and what is it about her that those pussy bitches are afraid of?” Capone paces back and forth as he talks.

  “Those are all good questions. We need to dig deeper into her past. Find out who she is and who she’s tied to. Maybe she doesn’t even know.”

  “Good point. Stay with her until we get to the bottom of this. Don’t let her out of your sight.” Capone stops pacing and turns toward me. “Look, I get you’re on edge with Razor showing up and this triangle you have going on with Rose and Daisy.” I swallow hard waiting for Capone to hand me my ass but what comes out next shocks me. “Rose isn’t who you think she is. Find out her truth before you make a decision.” Capone walks away leaving me standing in the dark stunned.

  What the fuck does that mean? Who the hell have I been sharing my bed and cock with? There’s only one way to find out but not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to Daisy’s room and keep my promise to her I’ll deal with Rose tomorrow.

  Chapter 7

  Rose

  Love Lies

  Kissing Torch brings back a world of memories I had to leave behind. Memories I’ve locked away for so long. My phone rings while I’m nursing a seven-seven, sitting on a bar stool at the counter in the Clubhouse. Only four people have my number and two are playing pool at the other end of the room.

  I slam back my drink and pull my phone out of the back pocket of my leather pants. “Yeah.”

  “Is that any way to answer your phone?” His voice still sends a shiver of disgust through my body.

  “It is when you’re calling. What the hell do you want?” I’m annoyed and pissed off. King knows not to call me unless it’s an emergency with my father.

  “I see spending time with that gang really broadened your vocabulary an extensive amount,” King responds, not answering my question.

  I pinch the bridge of my nose and fight off a migraine forming from just hearing King’s voice. Turning on the Southern charm I respond, “Is there something you need darling?” My voice is syrupy sweet with a Texas drawl to it.

  The only way to find out what my father’s head security guard wants is to play along with his games.

  “That’s better.” I hear rustling in the background. “Now, when are you coming home?”

  “Is this why you called? To see when I’m coming home?” My senses are on high alert.

  “You know it is. I need to make sure everything is in the clear for your return.” Something in King’s voice sets me on edge. He’s never been in charge of executing returns or evacuations.

  “Who said I was coming back?” My defenses are up. I haven’t told anyone I’m coming back.

  “Uh…” King stutters like an idiot caught in a lie. “Your father did earlier today.” King tries covering up his lie.

  “Listen, King. I haven’t made a decision on when I’ll be back. But when I do, you’ll be the first to know. Now I’ve got to go. Thank you for calling to check up on me.” I hang up the call before King can respond.

  The hair on the back of my neck is standing on end. Something isn’t sitting right with that phone call. I swipe my phone and dial the one person I never thought I’d talk to again. I’ll be surprised if Jax even answers. I broke his heart and mine when I left and have a lot of groveling, I’ll need to do. He doesn’t know the real reason why I left them behind and to keep him safe, he can never know. Not until the threat is eliminated.

  The call rings six times and I’ve given up hope Jax will answer when his sexy deep voice comes across the line. Fuck, I’ve missed his voice.

  “This is Jax.” Always so formal and God his voice always made my panties wet. Even when he sings it burns to my core. “I’m going to hang up now.”

  That snaps me out of my daydream. “No. Please don’t. I need your help.”

  “Why are you calling me? You left me. Why should I help you?” The pain and hurt in Jax’s voice are my undoing.

  “Jax, please. Something is wrong with my father and I would appreciate it if you went to check on him. King called and said some things that caught my attention.” My nerves are shot with worry for my father.

  “Your father fired me and made my life hell after you left. Why should I go?”

  “For me, please. Look I know you’re pissed and I get it. I would be too if I were you. But think of Jazzy.”

  Jax sighs deeply. “Fine. But if he starts in on me again, I won’t be held responsible for my actions. He’s not the only one suffering when you left.”

  “Thank you, Jax.” The line stays quiet for a mom
ent. Both of us listening to the other breathing.

  “I miss you.” Jax’s strong confident voice is hesitant.

  Tears well up in my eyes and I hold them back. “I’m sorry for all the pain I caused you, Jax. I hope one day you’ll forgive me.”

  “You’re already forgiven.” The line goes dead but my heart and soul beat alive.

  I’d fly back to Texas tonight if I knew it was safe. Just to touch Jax one more time. To see him one more time. To breathe him in one more time. It’s not safe so I can’t do any of those things. But what I can do is drink it away. Drink his memory away. Can’t fuck it away like I used to since Torch has made up his mind but he doesn’t know it yet.

  Torch. That man drives me wild. I didn’t want to form a connection with anyone but he reminded me so much of Jax, I couldn’t help it. I know it’s wrong. I know I’m going to hell for fucking a man who looks like my ex. But a woman has needs and he filled the void of not having Jax here. I should let Torch go. I should release him from our bond. That way he can be happy with Daisy but I don’t know if I can do it.

  Torch has become my comfort and I’m not ready to let him go yet. Daisy will either have to learn to share for a while or pout. Because without Jax, I’m not strong enough to let Torch go yet.

  A text vibrates my phone and I look at the screen. It’s from Jax.

  JAX: NOT GOOD. WILL CALL TOMORROW WHEN I HAVE MORE INFO.

  Without responding, I erase my text and know Jax did the same. That way no one can trace him back to me.

  Fuck. This isn’t good. If King has done something to my father the whole family will be up in arms, demanding I come back and take my rightful place. Shit. This cannot be happening. Not right now.

  I walk down the hallway to my room and open the door. I stop and listen trying to hear anything in Daisy’s room but it’s quiet. I close my door and get ready for bed. I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep tonight but I’ll try. Hopefully the answers I need will be here tomorrow.