by Nikki Landis
Copyright © 2021 Nikki Landis
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Table of Contents:
Author’s Note
ROYAL BASTARDS CODE
Playlist
Prologue 1
Prologue 2
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
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Epilogue 1
Epilogue 2
A Special Thank you!
The Tonopah, NV Chapter
ROYAL BASTARDS MC 3rd Run
About the Author
Hell’s Fury is Patriot’s story in the Royal Bastards MC Tonopah, Nevada Chapter and includes dark and gritty content intended for mature readers only. I hope you enjoy the Crossroads, the club, and the members of the Royal Bastards MC. Grave Mistake and The Biker’s Wish release later in 2021. Read about Wraith and Shadow before their books go live on Halloween and Christmas. There’s much more to come for Grim and his Reapers.
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For best enjoyment it is highly recommended that Ridin’ for Hell and Devil’s Ride are read before Hell’s Fury.
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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.
Breaking Point – Through Fire
Sober – Bad Wolves
Resentment – A Day to Remember
The In-Between – In This Moment
Come Around – Papa Roach
Feels Like I’m Dying – The Amity Affliction
Beast – Saint Asonia
Try to Fight It – Shallow Side
Gasoline – Halsey
Counting Sheep – SAFIA
No Judgement – Niall Horan
Every Part of Me – Godsmack
All I Had to Lose – Mark Morton
More Than Words – Extreme
Breaking Down – I Prevail
Falling – Harry Styles
Ready for War (Pray for Peace) – Adelitas Way
Again – Black Stone Cherry
Bird – Billie Marten
Can You Feel My Heart – Bring Me the Horizon
Far Away – Breaking Benjamin & Scooter Ward
Lifeline – Thousand Foot Krutch
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You can listen here: Hell's Fury Playlist
Royal Bastards MC
Tonopah, NV Chapter
TWO WORLDS. TWO CODES.
ONE PATCH.
I’m a Marine and a patriot.
It’s my job to bring the guilty and sadistic to justice.
But I failed.
Some of Naomi’s tormentors still live.
I can’t allow them to go unpunished.
The ones who tortured her have to die for their crimes.
I’ve got a plan to take them down but there’s a rat hiding in the Crossroads.
Even though I took a bullet to save her, she’s still a target.
I killed to protect her. I’ll kill again.
My brothers think I’m crazy, but I won’t let anyone harm her.
Naomi’s no longer alone or unprotected.
She’s MINE.
It doesn’t matter if she’s broken.
I’ll do whatever it takes to make her whole again.
Or die trying.
She doesn’t understand the depth of my conviction.
Cold, ruthless vengeance is a particular skill I learned long ago.
The men who hurt her will regret what they’ve done.
To keep her safe, I’ll ride with my Reaper and all the fury of Hell.
Hope is a lifeline.
Vengeance is forever.
3 months earlier ––
“Stop crying. It won’t help.”
The words were spoken with a calm indifference that was somehow more frightening than the knowledge of what awaited every single one of us once the van reached our destination. Each woman had been prepped prior to leaving the hovel that Alexi called home, a building with high concrete walls and fences lined with barbed wire. A structure with one purpose, to keep us prisoners.
Escape would never be possible but I yearned for it anyway. Maybe there was still some tiny part inside me that wanted to fight. A little spark that burned low but flickered with a defiant consistency that held onto the girl I’d once been.
Before I met Alexi Voltoy and his colleague Sean Jones.
Sniffling reminded me that I didn’t have control over a damn thing in my life except my reaction to the horrors and trauma that I endured on a daily basis. I wasn’t alone. Countless girls experienced the same fate. Some worse than others.
I reached for Katya’s hand and squeezed, ignoring the trembling of her fingers as she squeezed back. This was only the third time I’d seen her but we already developed a connection. That was odd for me. I didn’t get to know the girls that were endlessly paraded through Alexi’s compound.
His uncle Solonik was a cruel and ruthless Bratva crime lord who visited once a month to inspect his “product.” Girls were moved around to different locations to meet demand. Only a few remained at Alexi’s. I was one of the ones who never left.
It wasn’t hard to figure out why I was one of Alexi’s favorites. Most of the girls that came and went were nameless and hardly roused his interest more than asserting his dominance. I knew what that meant and tried to find a way to be busy when new shipments arrived. He never sent me far, preferring to keep his little concubine close enough that I was at his beck and call. Alexi chose and groomed me from the moment we first met.
I never saw this coming, the future that I was cursed to live in. An unending nightmare of new men who saw me as nothing but a toy to play with and easily discard.
“Maybe there won’t be many,” Katya whispered in broken English as I pasted a smile on my face, intentionally downplaying the certainty that it would be a long night.
“Of course, Kat. We’ll drink champagne and dance until dawn.”
Desi snorted next to me, rolling her eyes. “Right.”
I shot her a dirty look. Desi and I were survivors. We understood the reality of our situation but Katya was different. She was raised in a poor section of Russia and new hardship but not cruelty. Not until she arrived in the U.S. I hated that her experience was tainted by Alexi, Sean, and Solonik.
Katya lowered her head to my shoulder and I heard her sigh. “Tell me about Cinderella.”
She loved fairytales. Her mother used to read the stories to Katya every night when she was a child. That was long before Katya was sent as a teen to her uncle’s estate.
“She was dirty and poor. No one cared that she went hungry or did all the chores of an entire household on her own.”
“Cinderella was strong,” Kat observed.
“She was,” I agreed, “and she never let them break her spirit.”
“That is, what you say, important,” she emphasized.
“It is. She knew that hardship couldn’t last forever.”
“This is stupid,” Desi muttered.
“No one asked you,” I retorted.
Katya ignored our bickering. “Do you think we will find escape?”
“Someday, Kat. I have to believe we will.”
Desi scooted closer, laying her head on my other shoulder. She was hard as steel but there were rare occasions that she allowed a little warmth to sink in. Exactly like this moment when the sun’s rays penetrated the dark interior and Desi lifted her hand, turning it back and forth in the beams of light.
“If Cinderella could do it, we sure the fuck can,” she whispered, careful not to alert the guards or let them overhear.
I was beyond caring. If I was going to be beaten, used, or forced against my will it didn’t matter if I followed all the rules or kept my mouth shut. The same fate always awaited. Why not be bold enough to speak freely?
The van lurched in the road around a pothole and we nearly toppled over but I kept us all upright. Katya groaned and I brushed her long, thick hair back from her face.
“What is it?”
“All this motion. Makes me vomit.”
Poor thing. “Are you sick?”
“No.” Her hand lowered to her stomach and made a rounded motion as she cupped her lower belly.
Aw shit.
Desi’s eyes widened as she bolted upright. “Kat! Tell me that’s not true.”
“Keep your voice down, Desi,” I scolded. “Do you, um, want to keep it, Kat?”
Her voice was so low I almost missed her answer. “Yes.”
“This is huge,” Desi blurted. “If Alexi finds out he’ll make her get an abortion.”
“I won’t let that happen,” I promised, squeezing Kat’s shoulder as I hugged her tight. “We’ll figure this out.”
“Like Cinderella. Find my prince and ride away.”
“That’s right,” I answered, trying not to panic.
Alexi was going to lose his shit and I knew firsthand how bad he could be when he was in a rage. If Sean or Solonik got involved Katya would be taken to another location and I would never see her again.
Desi lowered her head, whispering in my ear, “We’ve got to hide it.”
Nodding, I knew this would fall on me. I’d have to find a way to protect Katya because I couldn’t stand the idea of anyone harming her further. She was already withdrawn and almost child-like in her emotions and reactions. Trauma forced her to retreat into some sort of protective shell. She was here and she spoke but it was all on the surface.
“I’ll help you,” I promised Kat, “I swear.”
1 week ago ––
Mimi still wasn’t awake. Days had lapsed, and my sweet sunshine was silent as the grave. After her ordeal with Solonik, I couldn’t imagine the emotional toll and trauma on top of the physical that she endured, and it wasn’t just that one incident. Her suffering was on a level I could hardly comprehend.
I’d paced her hospital room for hours today, waiting and hoping for her eyes to open. The doctors said there was a chance they may never do so, but I wasn’t giving up. I needed her, and she needed me. We found one another for a reason, and I intended to prove it once she was well enough.
I’d have to take things slow. That wasn’t a surprise considering she was a victim of human trafficking. The abuse occurred so often that her mind was fragile. She didn’t think she deserved love or kindness, compassion or understanding, but she was wrong.
I’d prove that to her too.
The Black Market Railroad thought they could run through every state and take girls, harming them, using them, and passing them along until they died. Not anymore. We were going to shut them down across the entire U. S. one city at a time. Nearly every chapter in the RBMC was ready and willing to do their part. Quite a few had their own shit to deal with, and human trafficking had become a serious issue that affected our club on a global scale.
My cell began vibrating in my pocket, and I pulled the device from my cut, gazing down at the screen.
If I was being bothered, then it was urgent.
Swiping across, I stood, stepping away from the bed and approaching the door, keeping an eye on Mimi. “What you got, Wraith?”
“Damn. You ever answer the phone with hello?”
“You know better than to ask that.”
He let out a dark chuckle. “Yeah, brother, I hear you. Turnin’ into Rael you’re so damn moody.” He cleared his throat, and the humor faded. “We got some serious trouble brewin’ close to home.”
Shit. It was too good to be true to think that ending Solonik and his nephew Voltoy would put a stop to the traffickers and their presence in the Great Basin of Nevada. “Well, tell me,” I barked, wincing as I realized I raised my voice so close to Mimi.
“Ya got a right to be grumpy, you fucker. How’s your shoulder?”
“Forget my shoulder. Had worse overseas. Just tell me what I need to know.” There was a hint of desperation in my voice, and he must have noticed, but Wraith didn’t comment on it. He was good about that, knowing how much I could take and when I was too close to the edge. Like now.
Glancing at the bed at Mimi, my brow furrowed. This was taking too long. Wake up, sunshine.
Rolling my shoulder, I ignored the sting and heavy ache that originated from the right side of my chest, focusing on Wraith instead.
“Rumor has it that a Russian named Sergei Resnikov wants us all dead. A little payback for Solonik and Voltoy.”
“And how do you know that?”
Did they show up to the Crossroads again? Because that was serious balls the first time. There wouldn’t be a next time.
We would reap every soul that entered the gates. We didn’t last time because Grim, Rael, and Papa were all down in NOLA visiting Jameson. Rancid finally got the end he deserved, and nobody would ever find what was left of him. Probably nothing but fertilizer now. Rancid was responsible for betrayal to the club, and he sure as hell answered for his crimes.
Wraith let out an exaggerated sigh. “Found Stefanie, Trish’s seventeen-year-old niece carved up bad and left for dead with about twenty young girls. The victims were killed to send us a message.”
“Fuck!” I cursed, opening the door to the room, and stepping into the hall, pacing as I kept an eye on Mimi and anyone who entered. “Does Shadow know yet?”
“No. Grim wants to be the one to tell Trish and Shadow.”
“Goddammit,” I seethed, wishing I could light up a smoke. The last week had been fucking stressful, and it didn’t seem like the shit storm was stopping any time soon. “That kid is gonna take it hard
, not to mention Grim’s ol’ lady.”
“Grim called church tomorrow morning. Wants to go back to the Crossroads first. He ain’t sayin’ shit, but I know he’s worried about both of them.”
I understood. My presence was waived because I was shot protecting Rael’s ol’ lady Nylah and her sister Mimi. I was thankful that my brothers sent Solonik straight to hell and reaped his wretched soul, but I got deprived of my own chance at justice for what he did to my sunshine. At least I took a little vindication out on Voltoy. That fucking rapist got a taste of his own medicine when I stuck a broom handle up his ass.
“Patriot, need your head in the game.” Grim’s voice came over the line, and I didn’t realize he was speaking until I heard my name.
“I hear you, pres.”
“Your shoulder healing up?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Stick around the hospital for now. Not sure how secure Trixie is. Russians have to be watching.”
I was afraid of that.
“Sending Shadow after I talk to him. Kid needs a distraction, and I’m afraid he’s gonna do something stupid after hearing about Stefanie’s death.”
“I’ll make sure he stays with me, pres.”
“Razr is going to make a move soon. The Scorpions have lost too many members not to strike out at the club. Wraith and Exorcist are gonna do a drive-by and see what they can find.”
“Solid plan,” I agreed, not adding my input or plans for the future.
“Don’t think holding back means I don’t know what’s going on in your head, Patriot. You don’t go rogue. No one rides out alone right now. We’ll discuss shit once you’re back at the clubhouse. Wraith and Ex will make sure Shadow finds you. Let me know when Trixie wakes up.”
“Naomi, not Trixie,” I growled, annoyed as fuck, “That’s who she used to be, but it ain’t who she is now.”
Grim sighed. “I know. We’ll try to call her Naomi.”
Wasn’t Grim or my brother’s fault they called her Trixie. She was introduced to us that way. It was Mimi’s call girl name and the one everyone knew. The alias that Alexi Voltoy gave her after she started hooking for him. Not that she had a choice. Fucker almost beat her to death more than once, and he raped her every chance he got. Her real name was Naomi, but her sister called her Mimi. Not long ago, Naomi gave me the privilege of doing the same.
