The Heavy Crown: Washington, DC Chapter (Royal Bastards MC Book 1)
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Heavy saved my life again that day he carried me out of that warehouse. Roadkill was Lacey’s knight in shining armor. Using his bare hands, he killed the man who was raping her on that mattress. Then Roadkill covered her naked body with a dirty blanket and carried her out of that clubhouse of horrors.
Roadkill wanted to take Lacey to the nearest hospital, but she refused to go and wanted to see her own doctor. The prospect, Teddy, drove us to Dr. Heller’s office in Heavy’s truck as the Royal Bastards followed behind on their bikes. When we parked the truck, Roadkill carried Lacey into Dr. Heller’s office.
I cried for days afterward, feeling so bad for all the pain Lacey had suffered from the gang rape. I knew she would recover physically, but she would always feel broken and never heal on the inside. Just like me. The pain and rage I saw in Roadkill’s eyes was gut-wrenching too. Once Dr. Heller cleaned her wounds as best as she could, she prescribed some medications and pain killers for Lacey, advising her to come back again in the next few days. We drove Lacey home, and Roadkill stayed with her for weeks and slept on her couch.
Wrecker and Bagger stayed behind at the Bloody Aces clubhouse and loaded the dead bodies into that rusty van. Heavy didn’t tell me everything that happened the day after, so I didn’t know what they did with the bodies.
Heavy did, however, give me some gruesome details of what Roadkill had done to Trick. He was dragged into that clubhouse and regained consciousness. Then his wrists were stung up above him. How? I’m not really sure, but I did not ask. Roadkill kept a spare set of surgical instruments in the saddlebag on his bike. He used those instruments on Trick’s body, slicing him open from sternum to his balls while he was still alive.
EPILOGUE
DANI
It was a hot and humid summer afternoon when I shopped in the fresh, cool air inside the grocery store. Sweat dripped down the crack between my tits while I loaded the bags of groceries into the passenger seat of the truck. I shut the door and walked around to the driver’s side, and I jumped when I almost collided face-first into a woman standing behind the truck.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!” she said as we both pressed a hand on our chests.
I laughed. “That’s okay. We scared each other.”
The woman looked to be in her mid-fifties with brown hair, and her eyes were dark gray, which reminded me of someone I felt I knew.
I offered her my hand. “Hi, I’m Dani.”
She shook my hand. “Hello. I’m Sheila.”
I held on to her hand. “Sheila? Sheila Stone?” Her name suddenly registered to my brain. “You’re Heavy’s mother! Uh. I mean, Hendrix is your son!”
“Yes. I found out through a friend of a friend sort of thing that his father, Patrick, is dead.” Tears welled up in her eyes. “I know Hendrix hates me, and I don’t want him to know I came back. I just...well, I just wanted to see him.”
“But Sheila, he does not hate you! He’s always had hope that you’re still alive and happy!”
She smiled and sniffled. “Really?”
“Yes! Well, you just have to come see him now!” I placed her hand on my belly and began to cry tears of happiness. “Because you’re going to be a grandmother.”
THE END
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