Capone's Chaos: Royal Bastards MC Los Angeles Chapter book #2

by J. Lynn Lombard

  By J. Lynn Lombard

  ROYAL BASTARDS MC SERIES SECOND RUN

  E.C. Land: Cyclone of Chaos

  Chelle C. Craze & Eli Abbot: Ghoul

  Scarlett Black: Ice

  Elizabeth Knox: Rely On Me

  J.L. Leslie: Worth the Risk

  Deja Voss: Lean In

  Khloe Wren: Blaze of Honor

  Misty Walker: Birdie’s Biker

  J. Lynn Lombard: Capone’s Chaos

  Ker Dukey: Rage

  Crimson Syn: Scarred By Pain

  M. Merin: Declan

  Elle Boon: Royally F**ked

  Rae B. Lake: Death and Paradise

  K Webster: Copper

  Glenna Maynard: Tempting the Biker

  K.L. Ramsey: Whiskey Tango

  Kristine Allen: Angel

  Nikki Landis:Devil’s Ride

  KE Osborn: Luring Light

  CM Genovese: Pipe Dreams

  Nicole James: Club Princess

  Shannon Youngblood: Leather & Chrome

  Erin Trejo: Unbreak Me

  Winter Travers: Six Gun

  Izzy Sweet & Sean Moriarty: Broken Ties

  Jax Hart: Desert Rose

  Royal Bastards MC Facebook Group - https://www.facebook.com/groups/royalbastardsmc/

  Links can be found in our Website: www.royalbastardsmc.com

  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. 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 Bastard 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…

  Capone's Chaos

  Royal Bastards MC Los Angeles book 2

  By J. Lynn Lombard

  A Man In Control. A Lost Soul. One Last Chance.

  Capone

  As President of the Royal Bastards MC, Los Angeles Chapter, I have enemies everywhere. They'll use anything and anyone to exploit me. Regardless, only one person has ever brought me to my knees. Danyella.

  My Bella.

  Her emerald green eyes captured my soul the moment we looked at each other. I constantly watch her and the light in her eyes is fading. Her laughter and smiles all but gone. I realize that my enemies have found my kryptonite. She's become their pawn, and there's only one way to get her back.

  Revenge.

  Danyella

  The first time I heard his deep, raspy voice, it sent chills down my spine. He called me, "My Bella." If only he knew how much those two words crushed me. Derek is lethal. He's ruthless and he can never know what I've done to protect his Club and my heart. The struggle to climb out of the hole I buried myself in is real. I've been slowly sinking into the shadows, trying to find a way into the light again, but all I see is darkness all around me with no way out.

  Prologue

  Capone

  5 years ago

  “Get this piece of shit out of here.” I kick Chains’ limp, bloody body as I pass, growling at the shaking prospect. He needs to grow a set of balls if he wants to make it in the Royal Bastards MC.

  I knew this would happen soon. Chains has been losing the respect of this club for the past few years. Only a few brothers stood by him when he came at me tonight. I saw what he was doing and how he was destroying the club and had to make a decision. Let him continue to destroy our livelihood or take it from him. So, I took it from him.

  A few nights ago, he went after my little sister, Monica. By the time Blayze and I got to him, she had bruises on her arms and hips and I knew I had to send her away. Before she left, our mother was spiraling down a destructive path. After Monica, Blayze and I got her hidden away from Chains, she confessed her darkest secret. It crushed me knowing she’s been lying to me my whole life, but I get it. Chains is an egotistical asshole and if he found out what my mom did, he would’ve killed her and then me. So, I put a plan into action and here we are. Destruction and chaos surrounding me.

  Torch and Trigger have Chains’ VP, Shooter, strung up by his wrists. His feet barely touching the ground. They’re the only two out of the old Royal Bastards to fight us on the change. The rest either fell in line or left. And those who left are dead to me. I won’t hesitate to kill them if they step foot into my clubhouse.

  “Wake his fucking ass up,” I growl at Torch. Torch curls his upper lip and dumps a bucket of ice-cold water on Shooter. Shooter spits and sputters, cursing is under his breath.

  “What’s that old fucker? You got something to say?” My fingers dig into the soft flesh of Shooter's jawbone and squeeze. I can feel his bones rub together under my grip. “Do you have a problem?”

  “You’re going to fucking pay for this, Capone.” Shooter bows his body, trying to pull away from my death grip. I don’t give him an inch.

  “No, cock sucker, you’re going to pay for trying to harm my sister and destroy my club.” I deliver a deadly blow to his ribs, feeling them crack under the pressure. Shooter grunts in pain bringing satisfaction to my dark soul. I hit him again and again until he stops struggling and my arms are heavy.

  “Prez, he isn’t breathing anymore.” Blayze, my VP, grips my shoulder halting my next blow. I look into Shooter’s lifeless eyes staring back at me and satisfaction burns through my body.

  “Take Chains to the desert and leave him there. I don’t give a fuck if he lives or not.” I snap at the prospect who still hasn’t moved. “Now!” The prospect jumps and grabs an unconscious Chains by his armpits, dragging him out of the room. I turn toward Torch and Trigger. “Get this piece of shit out of here and get rid of his body.”

  Torch hits a button and the pulley system we have in place drops Shooter’s lifeless body onto the concrete floor with a thud. My brothers have this under control, now it’s time to get back to the raging party going on upstairs in my Clubhouse.

  I climb the wooden stairs of the basement and make my way to the bar. Red, the Secretary for Royal Bastards, and his prospect, Bones, are slinging drinks tonight. Red spots me and fills up a glass of whiskey, sliding it down to the end of the bar. I grip it with a bloody fist and pound the drink back. The burn of whiskey going down my throat and into my stomach settles the adrenaline flowing through my veins. Now, it’s time to find a tight pussy to get lost in.

  My eyes scour the room looking for a patch whore to relieve this pent-up aggression on. They fall upon a blonde-haired beauty dancing, definitely not a patch whore. A small, tight black dress hugs her curves, her hips are swaying seductively to the beat of the musi
c. Everything else fades away as she captivates me as no other has done before. She opens her eyes and familiar green ones stare back at me. I’m lost in her tranquil gaze that sees past the rage, past the hate, past the anger and into the depths of my dark soul.

  I release a low growl and stand up. Stalking my prey, I saunter toward the warm body of my Belle. She’s mine and doesn’t even realize it yet. My fingers dig into her swaying hips, my head lowers to smell her intoxicating scent. Danyella sways her hips seductively to the beat of some chick singing about talking bodies. My hands roam up her hips, brush past her tits and grips the sides of her face. She spins around and nips at my fingertips that are gently cupping her face. My forehead resting against Danyella’s, I breathe her in. My body is trembling with need. Sparks fly from my fingertips in her mouth, up to my arm and straight to my aching cock begging for release.

  “Hey, Prez, you’re needed in Church.” Torch interrupts us, bursting the seductive bubble Danyella and I are wrapped in.

  I breathe harshly through my nose and release her from my grip. A low groan rips from my throat, “This fucking better be important.” I pin Torch with a deadly glare.

  “It is.” Torch’s dark eyes hold nothing back. They’re all worried about the info I found out through my mother.

  Turning my attention back to Danyella, who’s watching us cautiously, “I have to go. Don’t go anywhere.”

  Her nostrils flare and her green eyes flame with anger, “I’m not one of your patch whores, Capone.” Danyella spits out. “If you want me, you’ll have to find me.” She spins on her heels, her long blonde hair whipping as she goes and takes off through the clubhouse. Fuck my life.

  If I would’ve known that was the last time the two of us would be that close, I would’ve told Torch to fuck off and Church could wait. But I didn’t and chaos ensued for many years after.

  Chapter 1

  Capone 16 years old

  “Get the fuck over here boy.” My father, Chains, the President of Royal Bastards, bellows across the clubhouse. He’s constantly shouting at me and it sets my teeth on edge. I can’t stand the motherfucker and the day he is taken down will be the happiest day of my life. We look and act nothing alike. Chains is short and stout, his dark hair is peppered with grey. He’s an asshole to everyone, including his own son. We’re completely opposite as I’m tall and muscled with my shiny black hair. I can’t stand him and whenever he bellows at me, I ignore him for as long as I can.

  “Capone, now!” That’s my cue. Shit will hit the fan if I don’t go over there. I slide off the barstool and make my way over to Chains sitting at a round table with a patch whore on his lap while my mother looks on like she doesn’t care. Some other brothers are sitting around the table and they stare at me with smirks on their faces I want to wipe off with my fist. My cut after two years of paying my dues is now a Royal Bastards instead of a prospect.

  “Can I help you with something?” I address the whole table. All four of them smirk, waiting for Chains’ order.

  “You will address me as Prez when you speak, boy.” The psychotic gleam in his dark eyes is daring me to step out of line. I’ve played this game with him for years. Taking the brunt of his wrath away from my sister, Monica.

  My teeth grind together before I speak. “What do you need, Prez?” The word vomit is threatening to make its way up my throat. I tap it down before I say something that will cause pain on my mother and sister. Oh yeah, Chains knows the way to get me to comply is to go after my mother and sister. He realized when I turned fifteen, he couldn’t touch me anymore. Now, he goes after the weaker sex and it keeps me compliant. But I’m biding my time, waiting for the right moment to strike and hit him where it hurts. His Presidency.

  “We have a couple of guests coming in today. You need to make sure their room is ready.” Chains commands.

  “Isn’t that the patch whores' job?” I raise an eyebrow at the one named Bambi sitting on his lap, draping her body around him.

  “Well, as you can see, they’re all busy.” He sniffs the side of her neck and she giggles setting my teeth on edge. “You got a problem, boy?” The way he says the word boy has the hair on the back of my neck stand on edge.

  “No problem, Prez.” I spit the word out like it’s a bad taste in my mouth. When I really want to send my fist into his face, shoving his teeth down his throat. Loyalty to the Royal Bastards is what stops me from following through. My time will come.

  “Good. Now get the shit ready. An old member's son and his sister will be here in less than an hour.” Chains goes back to nuzzling the patch whore on her neck, making her squirm and giggle.

  I turn on the heel of my boots and swear to the motherfucking biker Gods, when I end him, this shit will not be happening in my club. Not while his wife, my mother, is sitting in the next room. I will not tolerate the disrespect for women that Chains and his men have.

  I approach my mother, her tiny body sitting on the couch, staring off into space. I rest my hand on her shoulder, startling her. She looks up at me with her brown eyes, blinking a few times. Her Mexican heritage is strong in her features.

  “Will you come help me, Mom?” I ask, needing to get her away from the scene unfolding behind us. I know it’ll be a matter of time before Chains has Bambi on her knees while he fucks her mouth and my mother doesn’t need to be subjected to that.

  She nods her head and rises from the couch. Once we’re out of earshot, I ask the question that has been burning in my head for the last few months. Ever since Chains stopped hiding the fact that he’s fucking patch whores and does it in front of my mother.

  “Why do you let him do this to you?”

  “It doesn’t matter.” She answers.

  “Yes, it does. He’s disrespecting you and everything we stand for when he plays with his whore in front of you.” My voice shakes with anger.

  My mom grabs some sheets out of a closet and enters an extra room. I follow behind, waiting for some kind of answer. Inside the room are two beds, two dressers, a stand next to each bed, a closet and a bathroom. She walks over to one of the beds and starts putting the fitted sheet on. I help, waiting for her to tell me what is going on.

  She releases a deep sigh, her brown eyes shiny with tears, “Derek, this is the life I chose. I can’t change it no matter how bad I want to. There are things no one knows about and if certain people find out, it will be bad. Very bad.”

  “Mom, I want to help you. I want to take this pain away. But I can’t if you don’t tell me what it is.” I rest my hand on her shoulder and she leans into me.

  “I know, Derek. But I can’t.”

  “Please, mom. This is killing you. You can’t keep living like this.”

  She looks around the room, her eyes darting in every direction. She looks up at me with a sad smile on her face. “Derek, you’re such a good kid. Don’t let him change you.” Her tiny hand cups the side of my face, warm and inviting. “The decisions I made will affect you and your sister.” She lowers her voice to a whisper, “There are ears everywhere. If he finds out, we’re both dead. So, be careful because I think he already knows.”

  “Knows? Knows what?”

  “I’ve said too much. Come on, let’s finish this up before he comes looking for us.” She can’t and won’t ever say Chains’ name.

  We finish making the beds and air the room out. Mom disappears down the hallway, probably toward her room. She doesn’t share one with Chains anymore and honestly, I don’t blame her. My mind is still reeling from our cryptic conversation when my feet carry me into the commons room.

  Chains is no longer sitting at the round table with Shooter, his V.P. and a few other brothers. I look around for him but he’s nowhere in sight. Thank fuck he took the whore out of the room to fuck her. Moans and giggles can be heard coming from his closed office door behind the commons room. A slap and a moan followed by a grunt pierce the quiet room. I walk to the table, staring at his loyal members.

  “Does listening to him be
at and fuck a whore get your dicks up?” I turn up the music until I can’t hear them anymore and stomp out of the room toward the garage before I see red and beat every one of them with their own limp dicks. Another thing to add to my list to take them down when the time comes.

  The alarm buzzes telling me we have a visitor at the front gates. I open the garage door and see an older matte black motorcycle idling in front of the gates, waiting to be let in. Two people are on it, one is a man and the other is a woman. The woman is wearing a backpack and both have on full-face helmets. Liquid talks to them for a moment and lets them in. The motorcycle growls when it turns and heads toward me. I step out of the doorway and let them inside the garage. The rider parks the bike, shuts it off and motions for the passenger to climb off. She swings her leg over, slides the backpack off and sets it on the floor. The driver climbs off and removes his helmet. His blonde hair is shaggy in the front, short in the back. He’s about my size with sleeve tattoos filling up both arms. He turns to help the girl with her helmet before hanging them both on the handlebars of his bike.

  The girl shakes her long blonde hair before turning toward me. My heart picks up a rapid beat in my chest. She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, with piercing green eyes staring at me. I’m speechless.

  “Welcome to the Royal Bastards,” Chains bellows down the hallway before stepping into the garage. His hair is disheveled and he’s zipping his pants with a satisfied smirk on his face I want to wipe off. He’s leering at the girl, who can’t be older than fifteen, with a predator gleam in his black eyes. Rage consumes every pour in my body and my hands shake. “Make yourselves at home.”

  The guy moves in front of the girl with a stiff posture, blocking her from Chains’ view. “Names Blayze and this is my sister Danyella.” Blayze crosses his arms over his chest, daring anyone to do something to his sister.