by Rae B. Lake
Death & Paradise
Royal Bastards MC: Ponce, PR
Rae B. Lake
Death & Paradise: Royal Bastards MC - Ponce, PR
Copyright © 2020 by Rae B. Lake
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Disclaimer: This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
READERS BEWARE: Some topics may be triggering, please read at your own discretion.
Contents
Disclaimer
Acknowledgments
Glossary
Royal Bastards Code
Prologue
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
Epilogue
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Royal Bastard MC Second Run
To My Papi - Times are rough. The strain on us is massive but I know that no matter the outcome we will come out on top. I appreciate everything you have and still do for me. Our story has always been a bestseller!
To Mi Nenas- You both have grown so much. Everyday you surprise me with what you know and how incredible you are. I pray that you both stay as fiery as you are right now. Never let anyone change you.
To My Royal Bastards Familia- This has been such a wild ride! Thank you all so much for making me feel welcomed in this awesome world.
To My Friends, Family, and Readers - I hope you all enjoy this book. It’s been so much fun writing about Mi Isla Bonita! Puerto Rico has and will always be near and dear to my heart.
A donde va- Where are you going
A donde vamos- Where are we going?
Anda!- Walk!
Apaga la musica- turn off the music
Apurate- Hurry
Avanza… Enciendelo- Hurry… Light it up.
Ay Dios- Oh God
Baila?- You dance?
Bastardos!- Bastards
Bueno- Good
Cabrones- Bastards
Callate- Shut up!
Calmese- Calm Down
Carajo- Hell
Claro que si- of course yes
Claro- Sure
Como se dice- How do you say?
Coño- Damn!
Cuidado- Be careful.
De que esta hablando- What is she talking about
Dejame- Leave me!
Diablo- Devil (Damn!)
Dios sabe que lo hace- god knows what he’s doing.
El es una rata!- He is a rat
Ellos- Them
En serio- Seriously
Entiendes- You understand?
Eres Malo- you’re bad
Eres un mamoa- You’re a wimp
Es loco- It’s crazy
Esta embarazada- She’s pregnant!
Estamos Jodios- We’re fucked
Estas Bien- You good?
Idiota- Idiot
Isla De Caja De Muertos- Coffin Island (Small island off the edge of Puerto Rico)
Ja-Ok
Jesus Santisimo- Holy Jesus
Madre de dios-Mother of god
Maldita Sea- Dammit
Matala- Kill her
Mentiroso- Liar
Mi gente- My people
Mi hermano- My brother
Mira Puneta. Maldita sea la madre...- Look Bitch. Damn your mother…
Miralo- Look at this
Morir bien- Die well
Muchacho- Boy
Muñeca- babydoll
Nada mas- Nothing more
Nadie- No one
Ninos- Children
No me diga na- Don’t tell me nothing
No me toques- Don’t touch me
Nos Vamos- We’re leaving.
Oye- Listen!
Para- Stop
Pendejo- Asshole or Idiot
Pero, le di mi palabra- But, I gave my word
Por que no lo ayudaste- Why didn’t you help him
Pues- Well
Puta, dime que tu sabes- Bitch, tell me what you know.
Que Dices- What do you say?
Que Jodienda- what the fuck (Usually said when someone annoys you)
Que Mierda- What the shit!
Que Pasa- What happened?
Que- What
Quien eres?- Who are you?
Ser fuerte- be strong
Si Papi- Yes daddy
Sucia- Dirty
Sus pies- His/her feet
Tato- Ok
Te lo dije- I told you
Te Prometo- I promise you
Toma- Here
Un gran barco- a big ship
Vamos bailar- Let’s dance.
Vamos- Let’s go
Vas a la policia- Go to the police
Vaya con dios- Go with God.
Ven- Come
Verdad- Right
Vete pa carajo- Go to hell
Y Joda? Where is Joda
Yo se- I know
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.
“Cállate!”
I rev the engine of the small ATV up the narrow, rocky path. I can hear this motherfucker screaming even over the rumble of the engine, and it’s fucking annoying. I already have a gag over his mouth, but he insists on screaming his head off.
He’s fucking with my peace.
He’s tied down on the back of the ATV like luggage. It’s pitch black, the only light coming from the headlights of the ATV. It’s not like I need them anyway. I have been up this mountain more times than I can count, always in the middle of the night and always for one purpose.
Mario kicks his legs, snapping one of the ropes.
“For fucks sake, pendejo, you’re not getting away. I guess we have to do things the hard way, eh, muchacho?” I pull the long ice pick from my pouch and drive it down through the thigh of the leg; he just kicked free.
I watch his one good eye blink furiously in the dark for a second before he starts screaming again. I’m pretty sure I hit the artery, but I don’t really give a damn. It’s not like he’s going to be usin
g that leg much after tonight.
I stop the ATV, cut the rest of the cords that keep him strapped to the back of it, and drag him up the rest of the cliff. When I see the edge, I pull the gag out of his mouth. I’m going to give him one last chance to spill his guts.
“Where I going? A donde vamos?” I already broke his face with my crowbar, so he can only see out of one eye. That one eye is darting all over the place, trying to figure out where he is. “Where I am?” he asks, still not able to figure it out. It makes sense, I mean he was unconscious for most of the trip here.
“Caja de Muertos.” I steady him. Caja de Muertos is a very small island off the coast of Puerto Rico. No one lives here, but the tourists come to hike and swim. Sometimes they don’t make it back to the resorts.
“Wait, wait, AZ, te prometo, I don’t know, I promise!” He cries as I walk him closer and closer to the edge of the cliff. His hands are still tied behind his back. I wouldn’t want him to get a hand on me. The last thing I want is to be subject to what he has coming.
“You sure, Mario. That’s not what I heard. I can be merciful. All you gotta do is tell the truth.” I fold my arms across my chest. I’ll give him a moment.
“Ok. Shit. Ok. I don’t know much. I overheard Fernando talking with Ray. There’s a… como se dice.. un gran barco…”
“A ship? What kind of ship?”
“Cargo. Lots of drugs, but they need to bring it through Ponce. Ray says he needs to put the Bastards out of commission or get them on the take.” The information spews out of Mario’s mouth. I nod my head, absorbing it all.
“When is this supposed to happen?”
“I don’t know. I’m just low level. I’m not even supposed to know this. It has to be soon, though. The Spawns of Chaos up in the states already sent the tester package of Blue Bunny. Fernando wants that bad.”
I roll my eyes, but try not to show how pissed I am. These Spawns are in the states, yet the amount of drugs and fucked up women that come this way from them is becoming a nuisance. It’d be different if they were dealing only with us, but they supply anyone who has the money to buy.
Blue Bunny is the hottest sexual enhancer on the street over in the states. The side effects are next to nothing, and it can be taken in many ways. The only downside, just like any other street drug, is the addiction. Once you get used to fucking with that Blue Bunny in your system, it’s all you want. This is what Fernando wants to flood mi isla with. We can’t let that shit happen. No way in hell.
“That’s it. That’s all I know.” He stares at me, tears glistening from the moonlight.
“Tato.” I smile at him. When I see him relax slightly, I know he can see me. I move closer to him, grab him by his shoulders, and kiss him on both cheeks. “Vaya con dios,” I speak softly near his ear. A prayer for his soul.
He gasps, and I take a half a step back as I use all my strength to push him over the sheer cliff face. I lean over to watch as Mario screams and plummets the one hundred and fifty feet down to his death. The sound abruptly stops as he smacks into the rocky coast. His body breaks apart upon impact, and a deep crimson liquid paints the clear blue water around him.
The fish will eat well tonight.
Daddy Yankee is blaring outside through the speakers. The clubhouse is pretty much deserted, with everyone outside drinking and dancing except for a few stragglers. Let’s be honest, who doesn’t love a good street party.
Vado is a good president, though many of us would have preferred if Lobo, our long term VP, had been promoted. Jameson had other plans. The minute Vado was out of the clink, Jameson, the president of our Royal Bastard national chapter, ordered that he be placed in the position of President. No vote, no opinions needed.
I don’t know what Vado did to gain so much respect from Jameson, but I’m sure it has something to do with him not snitching. Vado spent seven years in jail because he wasn’t a fucking rat. That type of loyalty is hard to come by.
After my trip to get rid of Mario, I let Vado and Lobo know what was up. We need more information, but at least now we have it on the radar. Pooh has spent all day on the dark web, trying to see if he can get some information. So far, he’s come up with nothing, but I don’t doubt that he will find something sooner or later. He is a fucking genius when it comes to the tech shit. All he fucking does is sit in front of the computer, eat and surf the web. It’s also one of his biggest problems. Pooh has to be upwards of four hundred pounds. He can’t ride, so he can’t patch in, but we keep him around because there’s no one else like him.
“AZ, you coming out, Papi?” Benita asks.
I look at her outfit, and shake my head in shock, “Que mierda! Benita, what the hell do you have on?”
“What?” she twirls around. The sheer bright orange mini dress she is wearing flares out slightly. “You don’t like it?” she smiles at me, expecting me to either change my mind or want to fuck her. Sex is always her end game.
I can see the curve of her plump bubble ass, the dips of her waist, and the way her legs thicken at the thigh, I can see it all. That’s the fucking problem. She has nothing under the sheer dress. She’s just a club whore, so I’m used to seeing her naked, but I can’t let her walk around the block party like that. Who knows if any ninos are running around. We already have a bit of a strained relationship with the few neighbors we have. The last thing we need is to traumatize someone’s kid.
“No, sucia, I don’t fucking like it. Go put some fucking clothes on. Act like you have some sense. You’re not going to suck dick for once. Where the fuck is Coca?” Luckily, I saw her before she made it out the door. Vado would have been pissed if she went to the street party looking like that. Coca is the self-appointed top slut in our club. She usually keeps the rest of the girls in line.
“Aww, Azriel, you never let me have any fun.” She turns and rushes to the back of the clubhouse and into the side room. We use it mostly for storage, but some girls keep extra clothes and shit back there.
I walk over toward the side exit and see Coca sitting on the bench, a drink in her hand, and her face to the sky. She’s mumbling, and I can see in her other hand, she has her rosary. Coca practices santeria, and even though I don’t believe in witchcraft or any bullshit like that, I know she has done some really off the wall shit or predicted things that came true. I usually don’t fuck with her when she is praying. The last thing I need is my dick rotting off or something like that.
I let her be for a few more seconds before I clear my throat, so she’ll know that I’m waiting for her.
“AZ, you need me?”
“Yeah, Coca, why the fuck are you not watching these girls? You too busy or something?” I try to keep my voice light. I know Coca would never go against me, but I also know she’s dangerous. Her deep brown eyes glare at me for a second. Her milk chocolate skin is too dark to show a blush, but I can tell just by the way her breathing and body language changes she’s angry.
“What the fuck are you talking about, Azriel? All the girls are either over at Seda or outside.”
“Pues, I guess you missed one. Benita just tried to go outside in some see-through shit. Her whole pussy was out for the world to see. You know Vado won’t like that shit.”
Coca lets her head fall back, and she sighs. I don’t feel bad about bringing this to her attention. If she wants to play like she is the baddest bitch of all the land, she has to act like she is and keep her people in line.
“Fuck, ok, I’ll go get her together.” She takes a step past me before she reaches one hand out and places it on my stomach. “Estas bien?”
I look at her over my shoulder and nod my head once. I’m fine. I don’t have a care in the world.
She shoots me a smile and then storms off into the clubhouse. I wouldn’t want to be Benita when Coca finds her. The woman is ruthless.
I walk back in the clubhouse, taking a second to observe my reflection in one of the mirrors that line the wall. It’s not that I am conceited, but I am what most would
consider a pretty boy. I don’t like to be messy, no matter the occasion.
I make my way outside, and a smile touches my lips.
Mi gente.
The reggaeton blares, and everyone is having a great time. The neighbors are dancing and eating. Drinks are flowing. I even see Vado smiling as he stands by watching Oro and a few others in a game of bones. They’re loud and screaming at each other, but even from where I’m standing, I can see it’s all love.
“Baila?” A woman I don’t know walks up to me and mimes the act of dancing in case I don’t understand what she is saying. I’ve gotten used to most people, not realizing I’m a native, proud Boriquén. To most, I look like a gringo. My hair is straight and black. My skin is pale, and no matter how long I stay outside, I barely ever have more than just a kiss of color.
“Claro.” I grab her hand and pull her close to me. Reggaeton is a mix of Spanish lyrics and feel with African rhythm. It’s very sensual music, and the dance is just as sexy.
I position one of my legs between hers, so she’s straddling my thigh, and we start to grind with the beat. The song has switched from Daddy Yankee to J Balvin. The woman I’m dancing with smiles and moves in closer as she runs her hands up my chest and around my neck. She grinds into me hard, and I feel my body start to react. In time with the beat, I grab her hand and spin her around in front of me, so we are dancing back to front. I hold on to her hips, and we grind and sway to the beat. She reaches around and runs a hand into my hair.
“Better be careful, don’t start something you can’t finish.” I have to speak in her ear as the music is very loud.
“Oh, baby, I can finish it.” She says right before she bends over, her hands to the ground and her round ass firmly planted against my lap. I bite my lip and grind into her more. If she’s going to offer this gorgeous ass to me, I’ve no problem grinding my cock against it.
