by Elle Boon
Traeger straddled his body, glaring down at him. “I should kill you for what you’ve done to Kailani.” He pressed harder against the wound.
“She’s not my daughter. That’s why I killed her mother. I should’ve done the same to her too. She’s lucky I let her live,” he spat.
A gasp made him look at the doorway. “You killed my mother?” Kailani stood with the gun held in her hand, shaking.
Her father lifted his head, hatred sparking in his dark eyes. “You look just like her. She was a puta. I loved her. Gave her everything, only to find out you were not mine. So I made you a puta just like her,” he spat.
Traeger punched him again, getting up at the sound of sirens getting closer. “It’s a blessing you’re not his daughter, Kailani.” He took a step toward her, his eyes going wide as she lifted the gun and fired. His ears rang as he turned to see her father lying on the ground, the knife he’d thrown earlier lying next to him.
“He was going to stab you in the back,” she cried.
Traeger took the few steps to her, removing the gun from her fingertips, and wrapped her up in his arms. The door to the garage flew open. His friend Cosmo stood there, his gaze taking in the dead man on the floor, then Kailani and him. “Well, fuck,” he said.
“Clean up on aisle four?” Traeger asked.
“On it,” Cosmo agreed.
The next couple hours consisted of cops swarming Cosmo’s beach house, questions, and a lot of glares from the boys in blue. However, since Traeger didn’t have his cut on, he was looked at as ex-military who was down visiting his buddy, along with his girlfriend whose father was exactly what he was...a drug dealer and sex trafficker. The only hitch in the ordeal was her brother was missing.
“I won’t be safe until Rico is caught or dead, and even then, I’ll have enemies.” Kailani bit her lip. “I need to go.” She looked around Cosmo’s living room, exhaustion clear on her face.
Traeger tugged her onto his lap. “I know you had a plan, but you need to reassess and listen to me. I have an idea, one that’s better than what you had. My brothers, we take care of each other. I want you with me, not just for a night, but fuck, who knows. Come home with me, let’s see where this goes. You don’t need to worry about money or anything for the time being. Let’s just chill and get to know one another. You’ll still have your exit strategy. Let me and my MC protect you. It’s what we do and besides, you still need to get a tattoo, right?”
She laughed. “You’re using my wanting to get a tattoo as a reason to stay with you?”
He grinned. “Well, I was going to use my dick, but that’s just an added bonus.”
Cosmo snorted, coming into the room at the end of his sentence. “Seriously, you actually get laid with that line?” He handed Traeger a bottle of beer and one to Kailani.
“Brother, I don’t need a line to get laid.”
Kailani slapped his chest then kissed his cheek. “It really is a spectacular cock, though.”
“Speaking of your brothers, they called and said you should get your ass back to the clubhouse. They also said for you to bring the pretty lady, although I offered to keep her for you.” Cosmo grinned as Traeger tossed his beer cap at him.
“What do you say, you coming with me or what?” His fingers tightened on her thigh, wanting more than anything for her to come with him.
“I’ll come with you. Once things settle, I’ll reassess, but if my brother causes problems, or you decide I’m too much...” He silenced her with a kiss.
“Get a room, or better yet get the fuck outta here. I have a cleanup company arriving any moment. Hopefully one of them is wearing a short skirt and no panties.” Cosmo sat back with a sappy smile.
“Hey, why didn’t your perimeter alarms go off when we were ambushed?” Traeger asked, standing with Kailani next to him.
Cosmo crossed one bare foot over his knee. “It did, but I was in the area and silenced it. You needed to get laid, and I needed some action. Two birds with one...Cosmo.” He held up his hands. “Don’t get mad, get even.”
Traeger shook his head. “You’re a royal bastard, Cosmo.” His friend nodded but he did so with a smile.
“That’s what they all say,” Cosmo agreed.
Kailani wrapped her arm around Traeger. “I think I’m gonna like being with you. Life can be wild, but it’s also beautiful. My mother used to tell me it was okay to be strong. To know you’re strong, but also to be weak simultaneously. She said that’s when the magic happens. She said that’s when your spirit has the opportunity to grow and blossom from this place.” She rubbed her palm over his chest then her own. “Healing and restoration can happen...although I hate my father and all he’s done, I’m strong and I’ll probably always have a little bit of a struggle to hide my weakness, but that just means magic is happening, just like mi madre said.”
Traeger knew in that moment he was falling a little in love with Kailani.
Thank you for reading Royally Taken, book 2 in my Royal Sons series. I hope you enjoyed Traeger and Kailani’s story as much as I enjoyed writing them. Holy buckets, it was a short but wild ride and I can’t wait for y’all to read King and Ayesha’s story, which happens to run parallel with this one. King is the President of the Royal Sons and is kinda an alphahole, but you’ll love him so hard. Ps. His book is going to be a little, maybe a lot longer, so buckle up, y’all, their journey is gonna be a bumpy one. Continue reading for a look into their story and be sure and check out Royally Twisted, book 1 in the series to read Tymber and Ivy’s story.
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King gave a nod toward Duke, making it clear Ivy and Tymber were to be allowed to leave, relatively unharmed, the sight of her purse and its contents mocking him. “Frog, Groot, front and center.” He waited for them to be within striking distance. “You took it upon yourselves to mess with my family. What do you have to say for yourselves?” The entire club had gone silent.
The loss of his little brother Luke, only month before, still cut like a knife to the gut, but he didn’t let it show. Ivy was like family regardless if she’d been fucking his brother or not. Shit, he still wasn’t sure how he felt about her little news she’d just blurted. He glanced over at Luke’s twin brother Duke, watching his reaction and seeing only anger burn in his dark gaze. Duke was more like him, mean as a rattle snake that’s been poked with a stick one too many times, while Luke had been the complete opposite, clearly in more ways than one. Fuck, Luke had been into guys and would rather have killed himself than faced him or Duke. He pushed that knowledge to the back of his mind to go over when he was alone.
Frog’s hands fisted at his side, while Groot stood as still as a tree as he’d always done.
“Well, don’t make me ask again. You won’t like the outcome of the evening, if you do,” he promised. His voice didn’t raise. He didn’t have to. If King needed to yell, shit would go down, and nobody would be left standing he didn’t want to be, and the two idiots with their eyes looking anywhere but at him would be the first to fall.
Groot shrugged his shoulders. “We thought it would show our loyalty if we messed up the bastard that made Luke off himself.”
Yeah, his brother, his flesh and blood, had taken his own life, thinking he had no other choice, and that was on him. He was head of his family, not only the MC.
He could hear the sneer in Groot’s tone as he said Luke’s name. “So what? Finding out my brother lived with a dude changed your mind? You decided to fuck the shithead up and destroy the place my brother called home?”
“He was fucking that prick,” Frog defended his actions.
“You went behind my back and took it upon yourselves to take action as a club then kept information from me. This upset
s me, deeply.” He sighed and stood to his full six foot three inch height. “Groot, if I told you to get on your knees and suck my dick, or you were out, what would you do?” King waited, crossing his arms over his chest, his leather cut creaking as he moved the only sound in the room.
Groot wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Fuck, King, that’s not...that ain’t right. I don’t swing that way, man.”
King nodded, then speared Frog with his will. “How ‘bout you, Frog?”
Frog shook his head, but he moved forward.
“You see, that right there is why Frog is getting to keep his cut, for now. You on the other hand, Groot, you’ve disappointed me. Get the fuck out of my sight and leave my property on the table,” he ordered, tapping the table with his finger.
“You gonna stay and suck his dick?” Groot snarled, ripping the leather vest off his back, tossing it onto the ground. Everyone in the MC knew there were rules you didn’t break. One of them was you never let your club colors touch the ground, ever.
King gave an imperceptible tilt of his head, sighing as Traeger moved out from the darkened corner along with Wheels. The two men grabbed Groot, one clamping down on each arm.
“I thought you knew the rules, Groot? Don’t disrespect the club, being high on that list of things to do and not to do. However, it appears you don’t give a fuck about any of that, right?” He grabbed the front of Frog’s cut, pulling him in close. “What do you think, Frog?”
Frog shook, fear etched on his features, but he had grit. “I think he’s wrong. We fucked up, King.”
“Fucking pussy,” Groot snarled. “You gonna suck his dick just to stay in the club? Fuck that, I didn’t sign up to take any dick in my body.” He twisted, trying to free himself from Traeger and Wheels, something King knew wouldn’t happen until they were told to release him.
“What do you think we should do to him, Frog?” he asked, not taking his eyes off of Groot. Sweat beaded on the other man’s brow, but he never lost the look of disgust.
King could’ve reassured him that no man’s lips or dick was coming anywhere near his own dick, but he wanted to see Frog’s reaction. “I...I’m not sure. It’s not my place to...to tell you what to do.”
He released Frog, slapping him on the shoulder. “That’s very wise of you. Next time, don’t blindly follow where others may lead.” King pulled a gun out from the back of his pants, laying it on the table then slid the blade from his boot, all while looking directly at the prospect named Groot. After he placed the knife next to the gun, he waved at the table. “Your choice, Frog, which do I use to teach Groot a lesson, and don’t say it’s not your place. I know it ain’t. It’s mine, but I’m asking, so you answer.”
Frog looked from the table to Groot then back at the table. “The knife,” he said after clearing his voice, the croak evident in his tone, which was why he’d gotten his nickname.
“Excellent choice. I always did enjoy a little knife play.” King picked the blade up, the handle fitting perfectly in his palm. “Here you go, Frog. Teach him a lesson.”
King met Duke’s stare, each of them knowing whatever went down would be handled inside the club. Frog gripped the knife in his fist, sweat rolled down his temple. Like on automaton, he moved to where Traeger and Wheels held Groot.
“Don’t you fucking do it, Frog. We’re brothers,” Groot snarled.
“The club comes first, Groot. You knew that coming in,” Frog muttered.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Groot. You ain’t got no family here. No friends, nothing. You see, when you tossed my property on the ground, you lost any right to call yourself a brother,” King said calmly. Hell, he did everything in a calm way. It was how he operated. Most thought he was cold. It was how he kept level.
Frog adjusted his grip on the knife, his fear almost tangible. “Screw you,” Groot snarled.
“I’d rather be judged by the guys behind me than carried out by six to my final resting place.” Frog’s words had the Royal Sons murmuring in approval as he uttered their oath. He stepped closer to where Groot was held, the knife gripped in his palm so tightl, King could see his knuckles were white.
Duke moved in like lightning, stopping the forward movement of Frog’s hand that held the blade. “Good job, kid.” Duke expertly took the knife away, holding it out to the side for King to take. “You, on the other hand, aren’t worthy to wipe the shit off my ass let alone wear our colors,” Duke said quietly. He tilted his head, making a jerking motion toward Groot. “Let him go. Don’t want him thinking I’m a pussy and only hit a little bitch when he’s being held by two big bastards.”
As soon as Groot was free, Duke lunged at him. King watched as his younger brother lashed out, hitting the other man solidly in the chest. He followed him down to the concrete floor, his fist striking Groot several times before he stood. “Some think I’m crazy, that we’re crazy. Newsflash, fucker, we are. The difference between us and you, other than the obvious, is we enjoy every second of our insanity. Oh, and if you think to spill any club insights to anyone, we’ll know, and then there’ll be nowhere you can run or hide from us.” Duke pointed at King. “You think what I just did is bad? Next time, he’ll be the reaper, and you won’t get to walk away, feel me?”
Traeger helped Groot to his feet. “Get outta here, boy.” He shoved Groot toward the door, the man’s plain white T-shirt smeared with his blood a stark indicator of what went down. As Groot walked out, holding his side, King didn’t need to see what his brothers outside did. He knew they’d not recognize him in any way. To them, he was dead.
AYESHA TRIED TO STIFLE her cry. Shit, she’d come to ask for help, but what she found was like nothing she’d expected. Oh, King Royal, the President of the MC, was everything she’d heard he was. What made her pause, made sweat pool beneath her breasts, was the lack of caring he paid to what just happened. Her stomach was in knots having watched the VP named Duke beat Groot without so much as disrupting a bit of hair on his head. The two men were, in a word, dangerous. “I should’ve listened to Quincy,” she whispered.
“That would’ve been smart,” a deep voice spoke from behind her, making her scream.
“I wonder what you’re doing hiding back here when I told everyone to clear out?” King’s warm breath fanned over her shoulder, making her shiver.
“I...I’m sorry. I came here to ask a...a question, but now I realize that was a mistake. I’ll just be on my way,” she said with more bravado than she felt.
King sighed, his hand gentle as he turned her to face him. “Little dove, you should’ve thought of that before you broke the rules.”
Ayesha shook her head back and forth. “I don’t—what are you doing?” she yelped as he tossed her over his shoulder.
“Sssh, I’m taking us out of the clubhouse while you explain to me exactly what the hell you had planned, and who sent you.” King strolled past a smirking Duke, ignoring the look his younger brother tossed his way. “You’re in charge while I’m gone. Make sure someone tails that shithead. We don’t need the heat coming down on us.”
“If you don’t let me go, there’s gonna be a lot more than you bargained for coming up here. People know where I am,” Ayesha tried to reason with him.
The feel of his palm running over her ass reminded her she’d worn a miniskirt, which made her wriggle harder to get free. A sharp slap made her tense. His words doing the same as he told her to quit fucking moving in such a deep voice her body instantly heated. Ayesha had never had a man do what King was, taking complete control of everyone and everything around him. “King, I mean, Mr. Royal, listen to me. I needed help, and I heard you guys were the ones to come to.”
He froze in mid step. “Wait ‘til we get to the big house.”
She’d met Chloe several months back when she’d come into her salon for a haircut. They’d ended up talking about hair color because the other girl liked Ayesha’s blue and black hombre fade. When Chloe said she’d have to ask her boyfriend before she coul
d do something so daring, it had shocked Ayesha since it was the year two thousand and nineteen, but she hadn’t mentioned that to the other girl, not wanting to lose a potential client, nor did she want to hurt her feelings. A couple days later, Chloe had called and made an appointment for a cut and color. That had been the beginning of a great new friendship and an eye opening to a world she’d only seen on TV or read about. If Ayesha was being honest, she envied the other girl and what she had as she’d watched her being dropped off by her boyfriend. He walked her into the shop, looked around as if making sure it was safe, his gaze taking in everything and everyone, possession stamping his features. He had then taken Chloe into his arms, staking his claim one last time before leaving, demanding she call him when she was done. It had taken monumental effort for Ayesha to tear her eyes away from the kissing couple as he devoured Chloe’s mouth, while his hands held the other woman’s ass, their bodies fused together. Yeah, Ayesha knew without a doubt they’d be getting it on the moment he had Chloe alone, and the other woman would be more than happy when he was done. She’d only fantasized about having a man do those things to her but had never found one who actually could deliver.
Chloe mentioned the club was more than just a biker gang who ran drugs and guns. She’d sworn they helped damsels in distress, Chloe’s words. So when Ayesha’s little sister came up missing, or rather ran away, she decided to follow her friend after doing her hair. Big mistake. Huge. She was coming to realize her fool hardy plan could now cost her own life, while her sister Tiana would most probably be sold to the highest bidder in a sex trafficking ring in some third world country. A sob left her throat, but she choked back the next one.
Fear was an ugly bitch, but Ayesha couldn’t stifle the sensation from working its way through her, making her break out in a cold sweat. “I think I might be sick,” she muttered.
“Don’t, you won’t like me very much if you do.”
“I don’t like you very much right now anyway,” she muttered angrily. At least if she was angry, it kept her from wanting to vomit all over her sexy kidnaper’s back.