Rotten Apple (Royal Bastards MC: NYC Book 1)

by B. B. Blaque

  His long fingers were stroking my pussy through the panties and then slippin’ into the sides.

  Holy. Holy. What do I do with this?

  I looked over to FOCUS and his face was like stone. He’d already been mad at me once and I didn’t wanna bring it back my direction. At least in the same night. The stranger was still touchin’ me and instead of bein’ repulsed.. . I was enjoyin’ it.

  “Nixx. You’re gonna give my captain a lap dance. Special customer, special rules. I wanted the first one to be memorable. Bish never comes up short on memorable. It’s kinda one of his better skills.”

  His hand was still moving and I was getting more turned on by the second. Maybe I shoulda felt bad, but I didn’t. This was all too easy for me to do. I looked at FOCUS and couldn’t read him. The Captain was just quiet and confident. The next song was starting and FOCUS stood in front of us watching as his friend started to unhook my corset.

  “So, you said she’s your property, correct?” His hands lingered on my tits when he pulled my top away.

  FOCUS chuckled and pulled over a chair. “You would be correct, Bish, and with that comes all the privileges you could want, brother.”

  What is happening?

  The Captain stood me up. FOCUS pulled my thong down and let it fall to my feet. That’s when both of their hands were touchin’ my pussy

  What the fuck is happening?

  Why don’t I stop this?

  “FOCUS? What are you guys doin’ to me? Don’t I have a say in any of this?” The Captain’s hands grabbed my hips and pulled me down hard. I half expected his dick to impale me but I landed on denim covering a hard cock.

  “Girl, what part of property of FOCUS didn’t make sense to you? I told you, I own you. Didn’t we just have that conversation?” FOCUS was right up in my face and a hand was around my throat.

  Two times in one night. Why does that make my pussy tingle?

  “I can do whatever I want with you and to you. You liked that feelin’ you got up on stage and you’ll learn to like this. You said you felt high. Trust me, you’ll get addicted to it.”

  Bish sat forward and leaned into my ear. “My friend is a little less refined than I am, but it might help to consider it this way . . . You have found yourself in a somewhat unorthodox, yet possibly quite beneficial situation. The Royal Bastards, FOCUS specifically, can open many doors for you. As property, they’ll also keep you safe. It may be difficult to adjust, or you might surprise yourself again like you did earlier. Give in to the fact that you don’t have a choice. Once you realize that, you’ll find that you can do what you’re meant to do.”

  His voice was soothing and terrifying if those two things can happen at the same time. Bish was still touchin’ me and FOCUS was fucking me torturously slow with his fingers. The question that I was dyin’ to ask was caught in my throat.

  “What is it that you think I’m meant to do?”

  There. I asked it.

  “What you are meant to do . . . be . . . is a hole. Nothing more. Nothing less. You are FOCUS’ property, i.e. his hole. It’s quite simple.”

  It was one of those questions I shouldn’t have asked. I couldn’t believe what he was sayin’. Time to go.

  “Okay, you two can have your fun. Enjoy your night. This is way more than I bargained for.” I pushed FOCUS’ chair to get his fingers out of me and when that didn’t work, I leaned back into Bish and wiggled away. Once I made it out from between them, I spun to FOCUS and practically spit the words.

  “I thought you gave a shit about me! What the hell has this been for the last two months? We’re together? Not together?” I fumbled to get my clothes and tried to get dressed. “The property thing was cute . . . you buyin’ me and all of that shit. I actually thought it was sweet. Here I thought Rattler was the douche!”

  I stomped out in my g-string and heels. Nothin’ in the dressing room mattered to me except for money and clothes to wear out the door. I threw those on quickly and walked through the club barefooted. He’d be comin’, no question about it, but he was the last person I wanted to see.

  Rattler saw me headin’ to the door and stood up to come after me. I zigzagged through the tables and avoided him until I was on the sidewalk. That’s when I was stopped dead in my tracks by Crucifix. “Hey, kid. Ya gotta know, it doesn’t work like that. Ya can’t just go waltzin’ out as pretty as ya please.”

  He had me by the arm and held me. Rattler was on the way through the doorway and he looked pissed.

  They’re serious about this shit!

  “Yo, I don’t know where you think you’re goin’, but get the idea outta your fuckin’ head. We got business with you. End of story.”

  I twisted and turned, trying to loosen the grip on my arm. “Ya know, Crucifix . . . I trusted you. Why are you doin’ this to me?”

  He shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry, kid. It’s nothin’ personal. It’s business. I like you, but FOCUS is my brother. The Royal Bastards are family. My loyalty lies with them.”

  They clearly weren’t lettin’ me leave and when I saw the tall, dark figure takin’ up the doorway, my stomach sank. Bish. FOCUS was probably followin’ closely behind.

  “Hey, Bishop . . . bro . . . ya wanna fill us in on what the fuck just happened? You two were in there together with her and you have, whatcha call it . . . a reputation.”

  For what? Being a psychopath?

  “Rattler, sir, that is not my story to tell. Not to worry about my reputation, although, it may have been something I said. I was a complete gentleman, I assure you.”

  Gentleman?

  Rattler stepped back and Crucifix loosened his grip. That’s when I saw him. I was surrounded and there was nowhere to go. My night had gone from bad to amazing to cluster-fucked.

  “Girl, you and me gotta talk. Now! You just dug yourself a deep fuckin’ hole.”

  Of course. Hole.

  I gotta get away from them.

  With all the energy I still had left, I ducked down and slipped out just enough to start haulin’ ass up 45th. I didn’t know where I was goin’, but it had to be a better place than the Mounds Bar. There were heavy, hard footsteps comin’ up behind me fast. I tried to turn to see who it was, rolled my ankle, and went sliding across the sidewalk.

  There goes my getaway.

  CRAZY BITCH

  I couldn’t believe that little bitch tried to run out on me. I lured her in under false pretenses. I get it. I’m not a nice guy, but Nixx had been comin’ right along until that night. There’d been no resistance, like a dang fish to water.

  It’s gonna be like that once I get her past this.

  She wasn’t easy to figure out. I’d been blindsided when she got on that stage. It took a fight to push her to that. Maybe that’s what she needs. I was more than happy to give it to her after that stunt. I reached down and snatched her up off the ground.

  “I told you we needed to talk! That wasn’t a suggestion! In case you haven’t figured it out yet, leavin’ isn’t an option unless, or until, I say so. I don’t know what you think about me, but don’t forget I’m a Marine combat vet. The team I was on with Bish did really bad things to the scum of the damned earth. I’d hate to do bad things to you. Don’t force my hand.”

  Nixx tried to pull away from me and nearly fell to the ground. She wasn’t gettin’ far on that ankle. “Girl, don’t even try. You’re injured. Ya really think that busted up ankle is gonna get ya far? “

  Doesn’t matter what you think. You ain’t goin’ nowhere ya can’t be found.

  “FOCUS, you’re a piece of shit! Why the fuck would you do this to me? My life is ruined!”

  I picked her up and started to haul her back to the bar. There was no reason to go gettin’ ugly with her—unless she pushed and she was on thin ice.

  “Your life is not ruined, you little fuckin’ drama queen! This is all because of one fuckin’ word. Believe me, you’d fall into it all just fine if you didn’t go flyin’ off the handle.”

 
The way she’d come along showed me exactly how well she’d do. She couldn’t see it then, but I’d make it happen. It’d have to be extreme. Goldie Licks.

  “Don’t tell me you weren’t gettin’ off on that shit with Bish. I felt you soakin’ my hand like a good little slut. Can’t deny it. As soon as he said that word, you lost your fuckin’ mind! It’s a word, Nixx!”

  That girl was flailin’ around and hollerin’ her fool head off when I carried her back through the side door of the Mounds. I kicked the door shut behind us. It was safe to put her down—she was trapped with me in the locked hallway at the back of the club.

  “There is no option to leave. You can deny it all you fuckin’ want, but there’s part of you that likes that. The property thing is cute, ain’t that what ya said? Sweet, if I recall correctly.” She started to interrupt and I grabbed and pinned her against the wall. “Shut the fuck up! It’s my turn to talk! I know bein’ property hits you somewhere deep and it hits you hard. One day you’ll admit it! Even if I let ya leave, you’d be back beggin’ for forgiveness. I’m savin’ us all the trouble of draggin’ your ass back here.”

  I shut my mouth so she could let it all sink in. The way that girl fucks, suckin’ my fingers like she sucks my cock right on stage in front of God and everyone—I knew she’d come around. She had no idea that she was practically becomin’ a star on our website. It was just a matter of time before she was in line with the rest of my agenda.

  “I can’t explain my reaction to what happened in that room tonight! Yeah, I got wet when he was just takin’ all kinds of liberties with me . . . and fuck, when you just pulled up a front row seat and let him! My ex, Luke, told me I was fucked up, and maybe that’s the truth!”

  Fucked up, huh?

  “Why the hell are you fucked up? What’s it gotta do with you gettin’ all slippery when you’re on display or bein’ treated like a whore?”

  I gotta hear this!

  She lets information come out in short, fast bursts. That was one I wanted to explore.

  “Because he said I’m a sex fiend . . . no man would want a woman like me. He said I want it too much, and maybe he’s right. That psycho prick followed me because he thought I was doin’ every guy around. That’s why you’re a fuckin’ drug to me, FOCUS . . . I’m sick!”

  Sex fiend? That’s a bad thing, why?

  “What you’re sayin’ is you’re fucked up in that good way. The way that’ll be very lucrative for me and the club. Girl, you just need the right push to accept it, I mean, if it’s the truth. You also need to learn how to get over dumb fuckin’ words. Nothin’ wrong with bein’ a hole. Men need ‘em and they’ll pay for ‘em.”

  Nixx was calmin’ down. Seems like when I get mean, it snaps her back into place. I can get nasty—PhD, baby. I just prayed she wouldn’t push me too far. She’s not the only one who can snap.

  “You’re gonna stay right back here until I come get you. Think about that word. Think about why it’s such a bad thing. Girl, you got baggage you need to unpack.” I tossed her the pack of cigarettes she’d dropped and a book of matches. “I’ve got club business to tend to besides dealin’ with you. Pull it together.”

  She hobbled down the hallway and yelled back at me. “I fuckin’ hate you, FOCUS! I hate that I can’t get enough of you!”

  Oh, you’ll be gettin’ plenty of me. Guaran-fuckin’-teed!

  “Go right on ahead, keep tellin’ yourself that. Some girls were born to be whores. Let that sink in.”

  I walked over to the door and pounded until Crucifix came to let me out. They woulda never heard me over the music. They won’t hear her either.

  “Well, man. We got business to get to. She’ll sit tight in there until we’re done. While you’re at it, have a prospect get her some ice. Her foot is fucked up. Have him watch the door. Don’t let her out.”

  DANCIN’ ON GLASS

  When we went back to the champagne room to have the meetin’, Rattler and Bish were chompin’ at the bit. It’d been a long time in the makin’ and Nixx was gonna be a cash cow. I was the one who’d gotten her and she sure as hell wasn’t gonna leave.

  “Well, gentlemen, the funds are ready to be transferred to the new account. Nevada is the perfect place to incorporate. No state tax and in the back yard of L.A. I’m glad you agreed.”

  Bish was offerin’ up a lot of money to partner with us and was gonna give up some of his slaves as talent until we got off the ground. He still refused to join the club, but is a brother to the core. No one had ever proven himself to me like him.

  “That’s fuckin’ great. We got enough of everything to start up or what? L.A. and Vegas have a good talent pool to dip into, right?”

  I didn’t know whether Rattler was more interested in dippin’ his own dick into that pool or if his head was in the business. Bish and I were capable of mutlti-taskin’ like that. Rattler could get totally fuckin’ distracted and forget to keep his eye on the prize.

  “Oh, hell yeah, brother! L.A. is where the biggest dippin’ hole is. Got lines out all over the place already. Blayze from the LA Chapter has given their blessin’. No toes bein’ stepped on out there. It’ll go smooth as silk with that. It’s the back end stuff that’ll be a pain in the fuckin’ balls. We’re gettin’ set up with that too.”

  Bish lifted his glass of scotch, took a deep draw on his cigar, and gave a satisfied smile. “Then, let’s drink to Royal Bastards Video.”

  Video was a logical step. It gave us legit income to cover the monies the club couldn’t launder. It’s legal, and with the clubs, there’d be a steady group of untapped pussy to parade through the industry. We had our East Coast resources and were gettin’ in on the West Coast.

  We just needed Nixx to get fast-tracked with the program. Finesse will only go so far when you’re nearin’ a deadline. It’d happen.

  Tonight was just a start.

  “What about your girl? She freaked out with my delivery and I couldn’t have been more delicate.”

  A man could crack a rib laughin’ as hard as I did at that. Only Bish.

  “Captain . . . bro, you are a lot of things. Delicate is not one of ‘em. I mean, I hate to burst your bubble and all, but you’re kinda scary. You know that mindfuck shit you do. Sounds all sweet as peach cobbler, but you excel at quiet mental terrorism.”

  He chuckled and sipped scotch. There was no denial. The Bishop always knows exactly what he’s doin’ and does it without apology. If the words “I’m sorry” ever come out of his mouth, you can be guaranteed it’s a bald-faced lie.

  “In answer to your question, Nixx is gonna be fine. We might have to be careful with her foot after the fall she took, but that pussy is always ready to go no matter what she tries to say.”

  I was startin’ to see a possible pattern. Yell at her, scare her, piss her the fuck off, and get what I want. Since I’d met her, she hadn’t said no, or at least it hadn’t stuck. When I jumped her shit in the dressin’ room, it slingshotted her to the stage. If that was how she was gonna work, this was gonna catapult her in front of the camera fast.

  “Ya think she’s gonna go easy, bro? She’s a hellcat. I don’t fuckin’ care which way it goes, you know me, but just curious.”

  Rattler would probably get off on it if she made it hard on herself. Bish would snatch her shit up, twist that brain into soup and eat it with a spoon and side of scotch. Crucifix seemed to have a soft spot for her, but when push came to shove, he’d done the right thing.

  “She might be a little pistol at first . . . then she’ll give right in ‘cause she just can’t help herself. Some stupid ex called her a sex fiend . . . like it was some kinda flaw or somethin’. We need to dig deep into that.” I stood up and shook my head with a laugh. “My Irish luck might’ve landed us the shiniest apple of all. I told ya, Rattler, honey butter charm workin’ its magic right there, man.”

  The bar had cleared out and the girls were all packin’ up to leave. It was almost time to go get Nixx.

  Time f
or Goldie Licks and the Seven Dicks.

  Before fun, there was one matter to be taken care of. “Rattler, where’s Vicious? She needs to be schooled while it’s all still at the front of her pea-sized brain.”

  Rattler stood to walk out to the bar and laughed. “Don’t hurt her too bad, bro. She needs to make me some money.

  I wasn’t makin’ no promises. She’d pushed a hard button and Vicious knew it was comin’. It was a direct fuck you, and I couldn’t let it slide.

  “Aww, man, don’tcha worry about it. Weren’t we gonna suspend all those bitches anyway?” Through all of the shit that’d happened that night, I was still gnawin’ on it. “Call Azreal or Grim out in the Tonopah Chapter. She’s takin’ a trip. You know it’s time. While you’re at it, let ‘em know we’re all set for lights, camera, fuckin’ action!”

  The Royal Bastards could still make some money off of Vicious’ mangey ass. Rattler wasn’t gonna lose a second’s sleep over it. “She’s in the back office. I took her off the floor . . . probably tweakin’ her tits off and cleanin’ shit.”

  I headed through the curtain and Rattler followed. “I’ll be back, man. This’ll be quick and to the point.”

  The dressin’ room light was off and all the girls were gone. Doc was on the way to the door and didn’t even see me. Bikes were rollin’ in out front.

  Private party time.

  I stormed through the office door and headed to the back. There she was—earbuds in, shakin’ her ass, and snortin’ a line. There was a rig and tourniquet on the desk, files were piled in one corner, but the other was immaculate. She didn’t hear me comin’ up behind her and I grabbed a fistful of hair extensions and pulled backward. A chunk came off in my hand.

  “You’re fallin’ apart like a motherfuckin’ corpse!” I spun Vicious around fast and slammed her against the wall. She saw the look in my eyes and tried to duck for cover. They all know the look and no one wants to be on the receivin’ end. Me and Vicious had done that square dance before. “Which one ya got there? Meth? Heroin? Probably criss-crossin’, knowin’ your ass! Guess where you’re goin’, you pathetic, walkin’ dead piece of gutter trash?”