Royal Bastards MC: Blayze's Inferno Los Angeles Chapter

by J. Lynn Lombard

  “What about Dread, Drew and Los Demons? We can’t let them get away.” Just even the thought of those two escaping makes my blood boil.

  “When you’re healed, we’re heading to Michigan. So, get the fuck better soon so we can get there.” Capone heads out of the room but stops in the doorway turning back to me with worry in his dark eyes. “And Blayze. If you ever pull a stunt like that again, I will shoot you myself.”

  “Aye, Prez. I’ll let you shoot me if it happens again.” Capone grins and leaves the room.

  Monica slaps my chest in annoyance. “You scared the fuck out of me. Don’t ever do that again.”

  I grab her hand and pull her down onto the bed with me, tucking her into my good side. “I’ll try not to Bug, but I can’t guarantee it. It’s the way of our life. The code of honor we live by.” My voice is getting groggy by the second but I don’t want to waste any more time away from Monica.

  “I know, Xander. I know the code. It’s been ingrained in my brain since I was a child. But that doesn’t mean I won’t stop worrying about you.” Monica’s hand snakes down the sheet, resting on my abs while her warm breath fans across my neck sending a longing into my cock.

  “And that’s my cue to leave,” Derange clears his throat.

  “That’d be good right about now,” I chuckle. “Unless you want to talk about what pops up next.”

  “Nope, sorry. That’s not something I want to see. I’m gonna find me a warm pussy to sink in to.” Derange leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

  “You’re such a bastard,” Monica mumbles into my chest.

  “A Royal Bastard. Remember that.” I cup the side of her face and bring her lips against mine. Licking the seam of her lips, Monica opens them with no hesitation. I enter her hot, wet mouth with any lack of care. It’s been too long since I’ve had her wrapped around me, I can’t wait any longer. A moan escapes Monica’s throat and I swallow it up with a fevered kiss. “Mine,” I growl against her lips.

  “Yours, just like you’re mine,” Monica returns the frenzy kiss and straddles my waist, pushing the sheet down my legs. Her hips move against mine, pressing her heated pussy to caress my aching cock, causing my eyes to cross. I love it when she gets all dominating on me. “Should we be doing this?” She pants against my lips.

  “Bug, it’s too late to stop now.” I kiss down the silky column of her throat and a moan rips through her lips. I push up with my hips, gyrating my swollen cock into her heated core. “These need to come off.” I slap Monica’s ass with my good hand and she yelps.

  She quickly removes her leggings and t-shirt, baring her sexy body to me, scars and all. I lick my lips, watching her fine ass as she turns and locks the door. Leaning against it, Monica pushes her chest out and sways her hips to a beat only her and I make.

  “Fuck woman. I’m laid up in bed and you’re teasing me. Get over here now,” I growl through clenched teeth.

  Monica saunters toward me, swaying her hips like a Goddess. “You want this big boy?” She teases.

  “Fuck yes. Now bring that sexy body over here.” I watch her eyes light up as she pushes my boxers down my legs and straddles me. She sinks down onto my swollen shaft and with all that is holy and unbelievable, Monica moves.

  Together we make love like we’ve never done before. Our souls connect on a higher level as we both reach our peaks staring into each other’s eyes. Lost in each other’s possession.

  I will die before I let another bad thing happen to my Bug. I will slaughter anyone who stands between me and her. I will burn the earth down in a blaze to get to her. I will sell my soul to the devil to make sure she is safe. Because I’m a Royal Bastard and that’s what we do for the women we love.

  We murder, we kill, we torture anyone who crosses us. I might not have had the full closure on what happened to my sister or to Monica, but I will. I will get my revenge on any asshole who fucks with me and my club.

  *****

  It’s been days since I’ve been shot and I’m going stir crazy sitting here. Capone called a quick Church meeting at the asscrack of dawn and we’re all piled into the sanctuary. Most of us are leaving for Michigan in a few hours, riding the whole way. It’s just over two thousand miles across the country.

  Capone slams the gavel onto the scarred oak table silencing the whole room. “In a few hours, we’re leaving to visit the Savage Saints in Mt. Pleasant, Michigan. I talked to Jameson, at our Mother Chapter in New Orleans and he gave us the clear. I told them what was happening and he told me to handle it the Royal Bastards way.” An evil smirk crosses Capone’s face. One that instills fear in the biggest and baddest motherfuckers around.

  Jameson is the President of our Mother Chapter in New Orleans and any type of move like this needs to be approved through him. We’re going to be crossing into uncharted territories and need approval where to ride and with or without our colors.

  “We will be passing through our other Chapters along the way and they agreed to let us stay on their compounds while we’re traveling. We have the green light brothers.” Capone raps his knuckles on the table. “So, those of you going with us need to pack your shit and be ready to roll by eleven. I want to get as far as I can today. Hopefully into our Nevada Chapter by sunset.”

  “I’ve mapped out the best route there,” Tiny says pulling a United States map out and showing us the highlighted route. There is a bunch of X’s and O’s along with dash marks. I have no fucking clue what they mean but it’s Tiny. He’s the best at being our Road Captain so I’ll go with what he tells us. “It’s a six-hour ride to Tonopah, Nevada. If we leave at eleven, we can make it there by five. Rest for the night then head out to Idaho Springs, Colorado. It’s a twelve-hour ride from Tonopah to Idaho Springs.” He points to the map. Both Tonopah and Idaho Springs are marked with a red X. “We will stay the night at that Royal Bastards Chapter. It’s another seven-and-a-half-hour ride to Lincoln, Nebraska and their Chapter. We can stop in and shoot the shit for a little while but then need to be back on the road. We will stop again in Ankeny, Iowa, which is three hours from Lincoln.” Tiny points to the O on Lincoln and the red X on Ankeny. “There, we will stay the night again and head out in the morning. Ankeny will be our last stop on the way out there. Then we’ll be in Mt. Pleasant at night fall by day four as long as everything goes good.”

  “What are the dashes on here?” I ask. This is the longest trip we’ve ever taken.

  “The dashes are areas we need to avoid. Ones that are overrun with Bloody Scorpions and we won’t have permission to enter.” Tiny responds staring at the map. The Bastard is in his element. Usually, we do quick runs from here to San Francisco or San Diego. Sometimes into Mexico when the cartel wants their drugs run from us. Nothing to this extent.

  “Everyone good to go?” Capone asks. No one answers him so he slams the gavel onto the table, ending our meeting. Quick and swift. The way our Prez does things.

  Bear, Tiny, Red, Trigger and Torch stand to pack their shit. Tiny folds the map and puts it in the inside pocket of his cut. Derange and Dagger along with a few prospects are staying behind to guard our club. Monica is riding with me.

  “What’s my sister doing?” I ask Capone.

  He turns his head and gives me a questioning look. “What do you mean?” Capone swallows hard and diverts his eyes like he’s hiding something.

  “My sister, Danyella. Is she making the trip with us or staying here?” Capone shrugs his shoulders but still won’t look at me. That has the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. “Prez, what are you hiding?”

  “Why in the fuck would I be hiding something?” He growls.

  “Because you won’t look at me,” I state.

  “Nothing. I haven’t asked her if she wants to go. Why don’t you find out?” He dismisses me with a nod of his head.

  I push away from the table, “Fine. I will go and ask her. But I swear to fuck, if she refuses to go because of your bitch ass, we’re going to have words.”

 
; “Blayze,” Capone mumbles my name stopping me from walking out the door. “She came onto me the other night and I turned her away. She isn’t ready for me yet and until she is, it’s best if she keeps her distance.” I glare at my Prez, my best friend. There’s more to this story than what he’s telling me, but he is my President and I’ll respect. “One more thing.”

  I stare up at the ceiling praying to keep my shit together. I can’t snap and disrespect my Prez. “What is it?”

  “Drake from our Savannah Chapter paid us a visit when you were recovering. Some crazy shit is going on down there and he wanted to speak with Monica about the Black Railroad.” Capone leans his elbows on the table.

  “Did he talk to her?” My blood pressure is rising through the roof right now. Drake is one crazy motherfucker and I don’t want him near my girl without me.

  “No, he didn’t get a chance to. His Ol’ Lady had other plans and they left in a hurry. After he left, I dug a little more into it and the Black Railroad is how they’re transporting the girls from state to state. I made a call to some other Chapters and it started in our Alaska Chapter.”

  “Why did he think Monica had something to do with it?”

  “Because of that weasel dick James. Los Demons and Bloody Scorpions are balls deep in the Black Railroad. And James was running it through her studio. Right under our fucking noses and we had no idea.”

  “Well, he isn’t going to be a problem anymore. Los Demons are eliminated. As for Bloody Scorpions, well, we’re handling that shit.”

  “And we shut their channel down through this city. That’s the plan, brother. Go get packed and see what Danyella is doing.” Capone runs his hands through his dark hair. The stress of all this is weighing heavy on him.

  “Aye, Prez. We’re going to end this and quick. Then we can get back to our lives.” Capone offers me a curt nod and I leave Church, searching for my girl and sister.

  Chapter 20

  Blayze

  We’re about three hours into our trip towards Nevada. Danyella decided to go with us and she’s currently riding on the back of Capone’s bike. She refused to ride with him at first, choosing Torch but Capone wasn’t having that. He practically growled and pissed and moaned until she gave in. She’s keeping a safe distance from him but riding bitch on a bike is nearly impossible.

  Monica on the other hand is pressed tight against my back, hanging on. Her hands keep drifting down to my cock and it’s making riding hard, literally. I love the way she’s pressed against me, the way she’s wrapped around me. If I thought we could get away with it, I’d have her ride my dick going down the road but with my brothers around, I’d probably end up slitting their throats for seeing her naked ass.

  We stop for gas and a break when we get close to Tonopah, Nevada. The summer sun is moving to the west and once it drops, the temps out here will drop dramatically too. The dry air surrounds me, making me sweat in my cut and jeans. Everyone is hot, pissy and miserable. Monica is talking to Danyella and from her body language, Monica is close to losing her patience. Danyella’s eyes keep wandering toward Capone who’s pacing back and forth talking on his phone.

  Capone snaps his phone shut and heads in our direction. “We’re all set to stay at Crossroads. Grim is setting us up with rooms. Monica and Danyella, you stay with us and don’t wander off on your own unless you’re wearing a property of or Ol’ Lady cut.”

  “Really, Capone? I’m not property or anyone’s old lady.” Danyella grumbles and crosses her arms over her chest.

  Capone glares at her, his jaw ticking like a time bomb. “You are on this trip,” he growls.

  I let them argue it out, reach into my saddlebag and pull out a cut, “Bug,” I say with a low tone. Monica turns her brown eyes toward me. Her whole face lights up with a huge smile when she sees what I have in my hands. “Will you wear my colors?” I open the cut and show her the patches sewn on. Over the right breast is her name and the left is Ol’ Lady and below it is Property of Blayze. On the back is our Royal Bastards rockers.

  “I’d love too, Blayze.” Monica shrugs off her riding cut I bought for her years ago and takes the new one in her small hands. She puts it on with gentle care and pops her hip out, posing. “Well? What do you think?”

  “I think I’m gonna fuck you wearing just this later.” I yank her closer to me and kiss her deeply. Monica complies and wraps her arms around my neck. Catcalls and whistles erupt behind us and I break our kiss grinning. “Dirty motherfuckers,” I rumble against Monica’s lips. She giggles and kisses me again.

  “Let’s roll before the sun goes down,” Capone barks. He’s still pissed at Danyella but that’s something they have to figure out on their own. She’s now wearing a property of Capone cut and isn’t happy about it at all.

  “I’ll talk to her later and try to figure out what’s going on inside her head,” Monica promises me.

  “I’d appreciate that. Hop on my sexy Bug. The sooner we get there, the faster I can get inside you.” I swat Monica’s ass and straddle my bike. She climbs on behind me and wraps herself around my back.

  We take off in formation down the Nevada highway. About an hour later we pull into a paved driveway and park our bikes alongside several others. We made it to our Tonopah Chapter. Two guys are standing outside and head in our direction when we stop. They both give off a different vibe I can’t quite place.

  “Capone, great you could make it,” Grim, the President of the Tonopah Chapter stretches out his hand and Capone grabs it, giving him a brotherly slap on the back. “This is my Enforcer Azrael.” He motions to a scary motherfucker with day of the dead makeup on.

  “Thanks for having us brother. We appreciate the hospitality.” Capone answers. He does the same with Azrael.

  I dismount my bike after Monica climbs off and we walk together toward the two. My arm protectively draped around her shoulders.

  “Azrael? Isn’t that the name for Angel of death?” Danyella pipes up intrigued.

  Azrael turns his attention in her direction and spots the property patch. “You’re very knowledgeable, little one. Better keep that pretty mind on hold while you’re here or things could get ugly quick.”

  Danyella shrinks back behind Capone and doesn’t say another word. Tension is thick in the air when Capone speaks. “This is my VP, Blayze and his Ol’ Lady, Monica.” He points to me and Monica. Grim offers me his hand and I accept giving him a brother slap on the back. Azrael does the same. Introductions are made with each member and Grim shows us inside.

  Once we’re settled in our rooms, Monica with me and Danyella with Capone, I release an exhausted sigh, flopping down on the soft bed.

  “How’s your arm?” Monica settles next to me and runs her fingers over my cut.

  “A little achy but nothing I can’t handle.” I turn my head in her direction and stare into her beautiful brown eyes.

  “That guy scares the shit out of me,” Monica blurts out then slaps her hand over her mouth.

  “Which one?”

  “Azrael. He’s got this creepy don’t fuck with me vibe that’s a little unsettling. I’ll bet he’s a great guy and protects his loved ones, but that makeup gives me the shivers.” Monica shudders cuddling up against my side.

  “They all have it, but they’re our brothers. No matter what kind of vibe you’re getting, don’t say a word. Respect the patch and our brothers.”

  “I will. Don’t worry about it. It’s probably because I’m not used to them.”

  A hard knock on my door draws our attention to it. I lift my tired body off the bed and open it. Capone is standing on the other side.

  “Grim just got word that a couple of Bloody Scorpions are at a bar close by. Let’s go.” He turns on his heels and leaves. My fingers curl into the door frame, my knuckles turning white. This might be what we’re looking for.

  I release my grip from the door and stalk toward Monica. “I have to go.” I kiss her hard and quick before pulling away. “Stay here or in Capone’s r
oom with Danyella.”

  “Aye, aye, VP. Stay safe.” Monica smiles.

  I turn and leave finding Capone, Grim and Azrael on their bikes waiting for me. I signal with my head I’m ready and we all take off toward the bar.

  Pulling into the stone driveway, the Nevada night nips at my nose. Grim and Azrael park next to us and pull their skull masks down.

  “Message from Bodie’s Ol’ Lady was two Scorpions came in here and were sitting in the back. That was a half-hour ago.” Grim reports climbing off his bike. Azrael, Capone and I climb off our bikes.

  “Then let’s go check it out.” Capone gruffly responds. We all head inside and look around the dimly lit bar. Only a few customers are scattered around. It’s deathly quiet the moment we walk in and all eyes turn in our direction. A girl tending bar motions with her head and Grim stalks toward her.

  “They left about fifteen minutes ago. I tried to keep them here but something spooked them and they left.” She tells us, putting four beers on the counter. “On the house. They were sitting in the corner booth.” She points to the booth they were just at.

  “Might as well drink one before we head back,” Grim grabs his beer and heads toward the spot. Once we’re all settled in, beer in hand, Grim asks the question I’ve been hoping to avoid. “What have they done to you?”

  Capone takes a long pull before answering. “They kidnapped Blayze’s little sister and was using my sister’s, who happens to be Blayze’s Ol’ Lady’s, porn studio as a drop off point for the Black Railroad. They were running women through it right under our noses. The man my sister was working with was involved. That’s how they kept it from us. Until we finally caught her partner raping one of them in her studio. It all unraveled from there.”

  I grip my beer bottle tightly in my hand, surprised it doesn’t shatter. “They took my girl, but we got her back before they could do irreparable harm. They’ve been dealt with but three got away. No one fucks with my girl or my sister.” My voice is deep and rage is building up inside of me thinking about what has happened.