Bet On Me: Royal Bastards MC: Baltimore #1

by Knox, Elizabeth

  I cock a brow, “If I had a dick you wouldn’t even say that shit to me, so how about we pretend you didn’t ask?” The audacity some of these guys have astounds me. I’m not a feminist by any means, but it’s just as bad as them making a joke about me having my period and being moody or something.

  Everyone takes their assigned seats while I interlock my hands and look out amongst everyone. Even Hart is here, taking the last empty seat. I turn my neck to double check that the door to church is shut securely before I speak. “There are two things I need to tell you today. The first will be a bombshell, so get ready for it.”

  I allow a moment of silence to pass in the room before I utter the words I didn’t think I would. “I’m pregnant.”

  Hart is the only one with a void reaction, not gasping in air or looking to other brothers. Ravage does a once over before he asks the question Hart already did, and I’m sure everyone else is wondering. “Dog the father?”

  I shake my head from side to side. “I’m afraid not. Truthfully, I wish he was. You all know what Rancid has done to me the last ten years. Before I came back from New Orleans he did what he always does . . . and,”

  “Raped you,” Hart is the one who clarifies the harsh truth. Every man in the room looks at him with disbelief at the words he just spoke. I don’t know why they’re so shocked. Is it because he said what everyone else is so afraid to admit? “Why are the group of you so afraid? You think Rancid is going to come down from the fuckin’ sky and wreak havoc on you? Shit.”

  “Our newcomer is right. It’s what Rancid has been doin’ to Gamble for years.” Ravage speaks up in my defense.

  “Fuck, man. You gonna tell him?” Mugshot is the one who asks, and I genuinely can’t tell if he’s being serious or not.

  “No, and none of you will. If he ever finds out I’m pregnant . . .” My words suddenly stop coming out as I think of the things he’d do to me. Knowing what I do about Rancid he’d probably find a way to punish me for even getting pregnant. He’s killed women his entire life and I can guarantee he’d wait until I was full term, force me to deliver the baby, rip it from my hands and kill me in the most gruesome of ways. I doubt I’d ever be able to see his or her face.

  “No one here will tell Rancid about Gamble’s pregnancy. I think it’s safe to say the second he finds out we’re gonna have another Prez from Baltimore murdered, or worse.” Ravage comes to my defense yet again. I’m starting to believe we’re turning a new leaf, and I’m ready for this.

  “How the hell are we going to keep this a secret?” Serpent is the one who asks the question and Mammoth is quick to clear his throat and speak.

  “We might not have a plan right now but we’re gonna figure it the fuck out like we do with everything else. As the enforcer it’s my job to ensure not only the club’s safety, but Gamble’s as well. Under no circumstances will we tell Rancid or anyone outside the club who the baby’s father is. If you do, I will cut you down like a fuckin’ tree. Is that clear?” Mammoth cracks his knuckles for effect and I see some of the scrawnier guys tense up in their seats. I have to admit, it’s helpful when your enforcer is as thick as Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson. His arms are as wide as tree trunks while his medium brown hair flows past his shoulders just like Tarzan. Not a man to fuck with if you ask me.

  “If you boys are over the shock of what I just told you we have something else to go over, something that pertains more to our issue with Marcus and his boys.”

  “Oh fuck, what now?” Mugshot grumbles, looking anything but pleased.

  “Well, Marcus snuck into my bedroom a couple nights ago and gave us an ultimatum. Stop selling heroin. He said it was more as a kind action because the Kings of Baltimore want me dead. Having a pussy and leading gives too many other bitches ideas. Not good for their business,”

  “What a crock of shit that is. Does no one remember when Yolanda was running the south side for almost ten years before Jamal? She wasn’t going to hand him the keys to everything she and her father had built. Fuck!” Butcher rises from his seat, angered beyond belief. He throws his hands up in the air and his peach toned skin flames a bright cherry red. “Who do these fuckers think they are? They’re fucking with our business because you have a cunt? Is that a fucking joke?!” Butcher roars through the room like a furious lion and I swear anyone within a block is able to hear him clear as day.

  I’m regretting not putting my hands over my ears to block me from how loud he just was. “In more or less terms, yes. Marcus thinks he’s doing me a favor but we all know that’s a load of bullshit. I don’t know why but I have a feeling one of the other Kings is the reason they’re starting to feel this way. Am I goin’ crazy or was there a war between the four of them not too long ago over territory?” I ask the room. Someone in here has to know something.

  Hart looks around to the other brothers since he doesn’t know much about the area. Meanwhile, Mammoth nods, speaking yet again. “Darnell was going at it with Jamal. Fuck, it was close. MD-14 and the Ratkillers almost wiped each other out.”

  “But why didn’t they? Gang violence has been happening here for years. Jamal and Marcus were at it not too long ago as well.” I say to the room.

  “Don’t know if you wanna hear it, but I got an idea.” Needles pipes up, looking directly at me. I sit up a little straighter.

  “Spit it out.”

  “What if we change our logo to the product that hasn’t been packaged? My guess is everyone on the street thinks the contaminated shit is coming through us. What if all of a sudden a new player comes into the picture? Only, it’s not a new player. It’s us, using a different packaging and logo. We keep the same runners working for us but tell them to put the word out on the street they don’t work with the Royal Bastards. They work for a new group now.”

  “A new group?” There’s no way this is gonna work. Needles is insinuating we operate under another name.

  “Yeah, Incognito or something. It’ll sound like a new gang coming in on our turf and it’ll keep the heat off our backs for a bit while we deal with other shit.”

  I nod my head a couple of times as I process the idea. “Alright, all members in favor of stopping production of the heroin under the Royal Bastards logo and making the Kings think a new gang called Incognito is in town, say aye.”

  Every single brother in the room agrees with Needles’ idea and we vote on moving forward with this plan. “Prez, thanks for supporting me with that.” Needles says from his seat.

  “No thanks necessary, Needles. You had a great suggestion and it’ll take some heat off us for a while. Now, one of you go find someone who can make us a new logo and repackage the stock we have on hand. We need to switch everything out as soon as possible so we don’t start losing money.”

  “Gamble, you need to meet with Luis and let him know what’s up before he gets pissed.”

  “Luis? Who is Luis?” I question, looking at Ravage.

  He chuckles lowly, “Our supplier, and he’ll be pissed if he doesn’t know what the fuck is going on. He made a deal with our charter of the Royal Bastards, not with Incognito.”

  “Alright. Get me in touch with him and I’ll make sure we have a formal meeting within the next week. Church is adjourned.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  One of the biggest mistakes we makers assuming that other people will think same way we think

  ~@Billionairesdrive

  Hart

  Present Day

  I wake to the sounds of water hitting tile, but . . . I don’t have a bathroom here. Opening my eyes, I scan over the space and see I’m not in my room. I’m somewhere I’ve never been before. The sheets on the bed next to me are a muted gray with blues while a copper-gold clock sits on the nightstand beside me. It almost feels like an antique in a way.

  A lamp next to a chair is lit, causing the room to be illuminated enough to where I can make out the furniture. As I look over the room none of this rings a bell. Was I roofied? Thoughts run through my mind while I tr
y to make sense of where the fuck I am. After a couple minutes of not piecing anything together I get up off my ass and go check out where the sounds are coming from.

  Pushing open the matte black door I see a glass shower and a porcelain silhouette behind the frosted glass.

  The entire bathroom has a sense of manliness with a concrete countertop above the dual sinks. I walk forward and peek inside the other two doors that are the same color as the one I walked in. One is a private area for the toilet while the other is a decent sized linen closet.

  “Are you coming in?” I hear a familiar voice ask but can’t place her.

  For a moment I think about it but can’t see a reason why not. After all, who turns down a shower with a naked woman? Stripping out of my clothes I pull the glass door back and am met with a curvy blonde, her back faces toward me as she rubs one of those thick sponges you see in the spas over her body.

  I bring my body directly behind her and skim my hands around her waist, slowly skimming them down to the lips of her pussy as I flutter my fingertips over her clit. She leans her head back against my chest, tilting her neck to the side. I see this as a perfect opportunity to bite down on her flesh. She’s already softly moaning, but the moment I bite down onto her flesh her moans grow louder and I feel her ass bumping up further against my cock. Her moans of pleasure are almost enough to make me bust a nut right now, but I hold my shit together and wait. It’s about her right now, not me.

  I’m the type of man who always ensures my partner cums before I do. If you ask me, it’s pretty fuckin’ selfish when a man doesn’t satisfy his partner. Hell, I shouldn’t even refer to someone who does that as a man. They’re a fuckin’ pussy.

  I feel warm liquid coming from her legs onto mine and know for a fact it isn’t the water coming down over top of us. Her hands are clenched against the tile and her clit is as hard as a rock. We stand here for a few moments, my arms wrapped firmly around her body while I make her cum. I must admit, I’m a bit of a selfish bastard. I’ll make sure my woman is dry by the time I’m done with her. She won’t have an ounce of cum left inside her.

  The blonde woman turns toward me and I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Or rather, who I’m seeing.

  Gamble smirks, looking sexy as sin as she goes down to her knees and slides my cock past those pouty lips of hers. Her tongue flutters around my head numerous times, sucking me like I’m a damn lollipop. She’s quick to move her hand up to my balls, fondling them in her hand while she goes to town on me. For some reason I’m a bit more tense than I typically am. I’m wondering if this is an out of body experience or what. How did we even get here? Is this her room? When the hell did I flirt with this woman and how did we get this acquainted so quickly? Fuck, I thought she hated me. Maybe we’ve been playing some schoolkid games. Isn’t it a common rule of thumb that kids who bicker have crushes on the other? It’s proven correct in my case.

  Gamble pulls my cock from her mouth, “What’s the matter, babe? You seem a little tense.”

  “Just stressed is all,” I don’t know what the fuck to say to her. None of this feels real. Nothing is adding up.

  “Allow me to take all your stressors away. You stand there and relax. Let me take care of you.” Holy fuck. She’s the woman of my dreams right now. Gamble wraps her lips right around my cock while she fondles my balls, squeezing lightly. I didn’t think I’d like this, but damn if it doesn’t feel pretty fucking good.

  With her free hand she tightens her grip around my cock as she sucks and squeezes. The combination feels better than any blowjob I’ve ever had in my life. My shaft grows even harder and the pulsing starts like electric volts passing through my dick. It’s always the indicator I’m gonna bust my load.

  She twirls her lips around me one more time and I fucking lose it, shooting my seed down her throat.

  “Fuck, Gamble!” I curse feeling myself release. I open my eyes to see Gamble in my shoebox sized bedroom with a shockingly horrified expression across her face.

  I look down to see my cock hard as a rock and Gamble’s eyes stuck on my horse sized cock. She lifts a brow, “Uh, I didn’t mean to wake you up from um . . . whatever that was, but you need to pack your bag and get ready. We’re leaving.”

  “What? Where?”

  “To Venezuela. We have to meet with Luis. Now . . . clean yourself up and let’s get going.” Gamble states clearly while she gets out of my room with haste. Fuck, what the hell did I just do, and why the fuck was I having a sex dream about my Prez?

  Chapter Fifteen

  Fear is a disease that eats away at logic and makes man inhuman

  ~Marian Anderson

  Gamble

  It’s not every day you walk in on one of your club members unleashing their load as they curse and groan your name. While it made me feel sexy as hell, it also kind of mortified me at the same time. I really didn’t know how to react, so I barked out my orders and got the hell out of there so the awkwardness didn’t continue.

  Two hours have passed and now we’re on our way to Venezuela. The trip will take well over a day and we’re both stuffed beside Mammoth in a row directly next to the windows. I crammed Hart next to the window because I’m terrified of flying. When I was eleven my Dad took my Mom, sister and I on a trip to Greece. It was so freaking beautiful. The Mediterranean Sea was simply breathtaking. When I think about it sometimes I think I can still smell the crisp ocean air.

  The only decent part of this flight option is the fact the seats we’re in are a little bit more luxurious than the ones in the back. I’ve heard complaints from a couple rows behind us about how stiff the seats are. A woman on our left complained she can feel the metal underneath her ass too, so it seems we lucked out. They said we’d have wi-fi on here but that was a lie. It isn’t working, so I can’t even read one of my mystery books on my kindle app.

  Mammoth took less than ten minutes to fall asleep in his seat. Honestly, it makes me a bit envious. I wish I could fall asleep as easily as he does. The worst part about it is now I don’t have anyone to buffer the conversation between Hart and I. After what happened earlier this morning, I really need someone to make the conversation normal.

  The stewardess brings a tray of snacks by and I grab a couple sweet and salty things. I’ve really been craving cashews so I down the entire bag and somehow end up falling asleep as easily as Mammoth did.

  When I wake up it’s around nine in the evening our time and Hart is still awake beside me. “Now you wake up? After all the damn turbulence. Shit.”

  “We had turbulence?” I question, feeling my heartbeat starting to race in my chest.

  He nods, “Yeah, it was nasty as hell. The pilot flew us over a storm and said it wouldn’t be too bad, but damn. It was wicked. Mammoth even woke up and just fell back asleep.” Motherfucker! He couldn’t have been awake? I have the worst luck on the freaking planet.

  “Wow. Okay, um, I’ll be back in a couple.” I mutter, unbuckling my seatbelt I slide over Mammoth and walk down to the bathroom in the back of the plane. Being asleep for so long means I really have to pee. Once I’m finished going to the bathroom, I wash my hands, wipe them on paper towels and splash a little water on my face.

  Man, I’d kill for a cup of coffee. It doesn’t take a genius to know caffeine is bad for growing fetuses, though. I unlock the door and see one of the flight attendants in their chair right by the bathroom and decide to lean over and chat. “Hon, I’m so sorry to bother you . . . but do you have any decaf tea? I’m pregnant and don’t want any caffeine.”

  The sweet little strawberry blonde smiles widely and looks to her own belly, “Oh, me too! How far along are you?”

  “About eight weeks,” I instantly respond, hoping my timing is right.

  “Oh, sweetheart. Let me get you some hot tea and I’ll grab some peanut butter crackers for you too. They’re great for settling your stomach. I may even have some ginger lozenges back here too. If you haven’t had them yet, make sure you grab some when you get ba
ck to the states. They curve your nausea within ten minutes.”

  “Thank you so much for your help and the tips. This is my first time so I don’t really know what to do.” I admit.

  “Oh, it’s my pleasure. My mom had died when I was a little girl so I had to learn all of this on my own. The least I can do is share the knowledge.” I don’t tell the stewardess about how we have that in common but simply express my thanks to her one more time before returning back to my seat.

  Hart is looking out the window at the clouds and I’m trying my best to avoid accepting we’re in the sky, thousands of miles up in the air. God, I can practically feel the shiver run through my bones. My fear is no joke.

  “You alright, you look cold.” Hart says, turning his face to look at me.

  I nod, “Mhm, just terrified of heights and the window is a bit much.” I decide to be completely honest with him. Much to my surprise he slides the cover down over the window just as the stewardess comes up and hands me my hot tea.

  She pulls down the table and sets the cup in the cup holder while she hands me the lozenges and a couple packs of crackers. “If you need anything else you let me know okay . . . uh, sorry I didn’t catch your name.”

  “Gamble,” I respond.

  “Gamble, how cool! I’m Riva. If you need anything else let me know, alright?”

  “I sure will. Thank you so much for your kindness, Riva.”

  Mammoth stirs and wakes up to see the sweet eyed strawberry blonde standing in the aisle next to us. Instantly at his smirk I know what he’s about to do. “Hello, gorgeous. Are you a fallen angel, ‘cause damn . . .”

  I smack Mammoth on the side of the arm, “Are you serious? She’s pregnant. How do you think her boyfriend would feel with you flirting with her like this?”

  Riva busts out into laughter, “Oh, goodness. It’s okay, I’m not seeing anyone.”