Luring Light (Royal Bastards MC Tampa Chapter Book 2)
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Book Two
K E Osborn
Luring Light
Royal Bastards MC
Tampa, FL
Book Two
K E Osborn
Copyright 2020 K E Osborn
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Blurb
What if the life you had was a lie? That the virtuous person you tried to convince yourself you were, isn’t anything like the woman you are deep inside. What if the one person you thought could bring out the darkness inside you fought hard to keep your light instead?
But then again, what if he’s fooling himself? What if I’m not so innocent, and he’s the one who should be scared…
Luring Light is a part of The Royal Bastards MC Author Collaboration and is book two in the Tampa, FL Series.
Dedication
To Khloe.
Thanks for joining with me in this project, and taking on one of my characters and giving him a life of his own.
I’m so glad Spark is able to live out his life in your RBMC story.
You also pointed out that Ominous needed a little more attention, so I’m glad I got to showcase him a little more in Luring Light.
Note for the Reader
Below is a list of the other club chapters listed in this book and their authors:
In order of appearance:
Baltimore, MO – Elizabeth Knox
South Australia, AU – Khloe Wren
Miami, FL – Addison Jane
Savannah, GA – Erin Trejo
For your convenience, below is a list of terms used in this book.
Any questions, please do not hesitate to contact the author.
Cage – Car or van
Cut – Vest with MC club colors
Duck Walk – Navigating into parking space using your feet
Hammer Down – Accelerate quickly
Keeping an Eye on Your Six – Watching your back
Road Name – A name bestowed by the brothers of the MC
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
K E 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/
Website - https://www.royalbastardsmc.com/
PROTECT: The club and your brothers come before anything else, and must be protected at all costs. CLUB is FAMILY.
RESPECT: Earn it and 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 overall, 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.
Table of Contents
Blurb
Dedication
Note for the Reader
Authors and Information - Royal Bastards MC Series
Royal Bastards Code
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
Connect With Me Online
About the Author
Chapter One
VOID
It was only meant to be a job.
A simple transfer of packages from a shipping container to the buyers. But Nycto, my president, had to go and change the fucking plan on us.
One of the packages caught his eye.
He wanted a taste.
Nycto threw everything in the air, sent our clubhouse into turmoil, while he made us fall in line with his new plan.
We never stray from the path.
We do our job.
We get paid.
That’s what Royal Fucking Bastards do.
But Nycto got a hard-on, and in the process, put us all in the firing line. What for? A hot piece of ass.
Problem is, the fiery Cuban goddess we transported had a sister, and she wasn’t going to go without a fight or without her fucking little sister.
Thing is, the little sister isn’t so little.
Her name is Ivy.
Instantly, I could tell she could be as poisonous to me as her namesake.
I don’t feel.
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For anyone.
For anything.
They don’t call me Void for nothing, but Ivy sparked something in me—intrigue mostly. Curiosity at how someone like her could be such a pocket rocket and not have every man hanging off her arm.
The thing about Ivy—she’s smart.
Ivy’s super happy all the damn time.
The bitch wears you down.
I tried, tried like fucking hell, not to view her as a play toy. Not to think about all the ways in which I could ruin her. But every time she smiles at me with her damn pure innocence, it does something.
It wrecks me.
It burns me alive.
And I’m left reeling in her wake.
Ivy’s nothing but naïve, virtuous in every way. I can’t thrust myself into her life, tarnishing the good in her with the depravity in me.
With all the shit that’s gone down the past couple of months since the sisters arrived at the club—
Eva finding out Ivy’s here, them reuniting, the seller figuring out Nycto took them, then coming for his vengeance—it’s been one hell of a shitshow.
Though through it all, Nycto and Eva have found their happiness together.
My president made an Ol’ Lady out of Eva. She’s now wearing his property patch, while I struggle to deal with my damn emotions regarding Ivy.
She’s brought me out of my shell.
Made me think that maybe I could be the type of man for her. The type of man I could only hope to be.
But, no, I can’t think that way.
Ivy—she’s special.
She was taken by the seller because of her blood. It’s some kind of rarity that makes her and Eva genetically different. But Ivy is a little extra special. She’s a virgin, and with my past, that’s too much for a bastard like me.
She deserves a man who will treat her right, not some asshole who was raised the way I was. My past continually haunts me. My family made me into the man I am.
A void.
An empty shell.
I’m not sure I know how to be anything else.
With the women settling into club life, Ivy’s made herself at home. The thought of her being here constantly excites and damn well irritates me at the same time. Knowing she’s right there for me to take, but also the fact I can’t just take her whenever I want is debilitating. She’s the kindest, most intoxicating woman I have ever met.
Feisty, smart, brave—that’s Ivy.
She’s so attuned to everything around her that I know she could be dangerous, but it might also make her an asset to our club. Ivy’s already shown that side of her skill set by working in the Bricking Room with the prospect, Dash, on cultivating and maintaining our ‘crops’ for our club girl, Trixie’s, gourmet munchie line.
Have to say, who the fuck would have thought a gourmet munchie line would be so damn popular. But there you go, the shit sells like fucking French fries at McDonald’s.
Then there’s the jackass prospect, Dash, who’s spending much more time with Ivy than I’d like. They work together getting the ‘crop’ just right. Dash doesn’t think I see him making the moves on Ivy, but I sure as shit do.
Ivy and I were close until I realized just how fucking much she was getting under my skin. Just how much I wanted to see her fall to her knees in front of me, watch as her big doe eyes peer up at me from under those lashes as she submits to me willingly.
I want to fuck her.
Make her scream out in agony until she can’t breathe.
But I can’t because she’s a fucking virgin.
So, I stepped back.
Sure, I get this probably confused her a little.
I was down in the lower bunker with Ivy all the time, spending hours with her. Fuck, I was even laughing with her at one point. Don’t ask me how, but I was even opening up to her, letting my guard down, showing her the real me. The problem is, if I let my guard down too fucking much, I’m concerned about what I could do to her.
And now. Well, now she’s off with that fucking pussy, Dash, while I spend my time drinking and trying not to have her enter my mind every three point five seconds. It doesn’t work for a majority of the time, especially when her sister, Eva, is up here. They look alike, but not so similar it’s jarring, but certainly enough for my chest to clench.
I’m drowning in a sea of Cuban goddesses, and nothing is helping to ease the goddamn pain.
So, this is where I’m at.
Ivy’s downstairs with Dash caring for the ‘crop.’
Nycto and Eva are madly in love, prepping for the Labor Day festivities at the beginning of next week.
And me, well, I’m wandering around aimlessly trying to find something to curb my appetite. Because all I can think about right now is Ivy, and how much I want to go down those stairs to be with her. Sure, sex is forefront in my mind, but hanging out with her was fucking awesome too. She brought something out in me, something I didn’t know was even there. Now with shit strained between us—which is all my doing—I’m not even sure how to approach Ivy.
As I stroll through the clubhouse, I spy Nycto and Eva getting a little too fucking hands-on for my liking. Nycto nibbles on Eva’s earlobe with his teeth while they’re practically dry humping in the middle of the room for everyone to witness. Nycto whispers something in her ear making me curl up my lip. “Get a fucking room,” I call out, walking past them and into the kitchen.
I need to get away, their PDA is only increasing my desire to go to Ivy more fucking intense.
But Ivy’s with Dash.
Their relationship right now is developing into something I don’t even want to fucking comprehend. The thought of him being with her makes my muscles tense so damn tight, it’s like I’m being electrocuted.
Pulling open the refrigerator, I stare aimlessly inside.
I don’t even know what I’m searching for.
A cure for my sins.
An answer to life’s problems.
Fuck! I’d happily take a punch to the head to knock me the fuck out right about now to ease my mind.
“Void… you wanna tell me what’s so fucking interesting in the fridge?” Nycto calls out from behind me.
He startles me so much, I turn quickly, slamming the refrigerator closed so hard it rocks with the force. I’m angry, but it’s not directed at him. I fold my arms over my chest, scowling in contempt at myself more than anything else. Then I can’t help the word vomit that erupts from my mouth. “Why the fuck is Dash helping Ivy downstairs? I thought he was learning to be a mechanic, not a fucking magical weed horticulturist.”
Nycto’s face lightens a little like he’s amused by my outburst. “You done?”
I glare, my eyes see red. “Am I done? No, I’m not fucking done! I don’t understand why Ivy’s always fucking laughing at his lame attempt at humor. He’s a fucking kid.”
“Mm-hmm… anything else?”
I throw my hands in the air, frustration overwhelming me. “As a matter of fact, fucking yes. Dash is trouble. We need to kick him the fuck out. He doesn’t deserve a damn patch. I won’t vote yes at the table. So, that little prick may as well leave now.”
Nycto shakes his head, but I see anger building inside him, looking at his closed fists. “Okay, you’re done! Dash is due his patch. I get the table has to be unanimous, but the kid has earned it. He took a fucking bullet for Sage when he was with her at the safehouse. Kid’s got balls. We need brothers like him.”
Huffing, I turn and start pacing. “Don’t care.”
“This isn’t about Dash at all, is it?”
I stall, glaring at Nycto. “The fuck it isn’t—”
“Then what’s your fucking reasoning? All I see is jealousy.” A scoff mixed with a groan leaves my mouth as I restart my rapid pacing. “You can’t deny the man a patch because he’s spending time with Ivy.”
“I don’t have to stand here listening to this bullshit from you, of all people.” I turn to storm off.
Nycto reaches out, grabb
ing my cut, forcing me back against the refrigerator, his eyes meeting mine dead-on. “Don’t you ever speak to me like that again. Remember who your president is.” He shoves me forcefully as he exhales, then I run a hand through my hair. “Void, it’s time to pull your fucking head out of your ass. I get you have issues. Hell, me, of all people, understands that shit. But, brother, if you like Ivy or want to be with her, then you need to stop avoiding her. Spend some damn time with the woman. You were in a much better place when you did.”
I scrunch my face. “She’s pure. She’s a fucking virgin, Nycto.”
“Yeah, she is, but she’s also strong, sassy, and full of fucking fight and fire. She handles anything thrown at her. The woman’s helping us grow weed. She lives in an underground bunker with a room full of dead, decaying bodies right next to her knowing and willingly, including Andrés’ rotting corpse, who she bricked behind the wall without batting a damn eyelid. She’s not pure and virtuous… you’re making her that way in your head.”
He’s right, I know he is.
“What if I’m too late? What if the kid’s made his move?”
“There’s only one way to find out, you fucking idiot.”
Indecision crosses my mind, but if I stand around waiting and let Dash win Ivy over without me trying everything I can, then I only have myself to blame. There’s no doubt Ivy and I have a connection. We have ever since the night I took her from the boat. She’s seen something in me, and she worked damn hard to get me to break out of my shell.
I did it for her.
Then I put my walls back up the second I got spooked.
She was fighting for me, now I need to do the same for her.
As I walk past Nycto, he slaps me on the shoulder. “Go get your girl, brother.”
“Gonna try. It’s time for me to find out if Ivy is pure or poisonous.” I take off, heading for the stairs down to the Bricking Room. I’m sure she’s there, she always is. It’s just a matter of what I’m going to find when I get downstairs.