Royal Bastards MC: Blayze's Inferno Los Angeles Chapter

by J. Lynn Lombard

  Blayze

  I can’t take my baby sister telling me anymore right now. I know I have to, but my heart is shattering with every word she speaks. Every tear she sheds, every shudder that passes through her body. The Los Demons beat her, raped her and broke her so badly she almost gave up hope. My blood is boiling thinking about them hurting her like they did. Violating her body, shattering her mind, abusing her soul. I will rip each and every one of them apart with my bare hands. I’m going to fuck them up so badly, their mamas won’t be able to identify their bodies.

  “I was so close to ending my life. That was until Aerial and Daisy came.” Danyella has silent tears rolling down her cheeks. “They needed me just as much as I needed them. Together the three of us helped each other. When one of us was suffering, the others would be there. We grew a bond and it pissed some of the other girls off. Then Daisy disappeared.” Danyella’s voice is full of pain and despair.

  “That must’ve been when we found her.” I clench my fists on my thighs thinking about what that weasel dick fuckface was doing to her. What the Los Demons could be doing to Monica right now. “Did they take you anywhere? Anywhere you might remember?”

  Danyella wipes the tears from her face and squeezes Capone’s hand. Her eyes widen, “Yes. They would always put a bag over my head and bound my feet and hands when transporting me. But one time they didn’t. One time we walked down the street. Me, Aerial and a member of the Bloody Scorpions. It was right before Monica rescued me.”

  “Where did you go?” Capone asks through clenched teeth. The tick in his jaw is visible. He’s seething with rage.

  “We went to a strip club down the street. In the back, there’s a secret room where they took a picture of me and Aerial. I remember the Bloody Scorpion telling a member of Los Demons something about the two of us making them a lot of money. That there will be top dollar paid for the little girl and because I was a family member of the Royal Bastards that enemies you guys have will run the bids up so high, they’ll be swimming in cash.”

  I look at Capone with fury in my eyes. We’ve got a lead. He nods his head once and I’m out of my chair. I approach Danyella and cup her precious face in my hands. “I’m so sorry you went through that because of us. Because of me. I swear we will make this right.” I hug my baby sister tight, hoping that she can get past the abuse she endured, giving her some of my strength to fight through the dark days.

  “It’s not your fault, Xander.” Danyella cries against my shoulder. Her tears seeping into my cut. She wraps her arms around my waist holding tight. “If anything, it was their choice to do what they did. I’m grateful for you shutting them down and rescuing me. Now, go find Monica, she’s in danger.” Danyella squeezes my waist one last time before releasing me.

  I turn and walk out the door, taking one last glance at my sister. She’s silently crying while Capone holds onto her, giving her strength. Capone looks up at me with cold black eyes. He wants revenge just as much as I do. We’re going to get revenge on every single Los Demons and the little bitch working with them.

  I walk down the hallway and into the common room. Most of the girls are sleeping on makeshift beds scattered across the room. Krimson and her crew are still here, they’re all sitting at the bar watching over the girls with concern. I approach them and Krimson and her boyfriend Nolan turn in my direction.

  “What’s going on?” Krimson asks. Her honey-colored eyes and sultry voice sends a chill down my spine every time she speaks. I imagine she has the same effect on every other male in the United States.

  “We have a lead. Danyella just told Capone and me where they took her right before Monica rescued her. I’m riding to check it out.” I contain the rage pouring through my blood long enough to speak, but it’s hard. I want to rip their heads off and spit down their throats. “And it wasn’t just Blood Scorpions. They were a front being used by Los Demons.”

  “Los Demons? Are you sure?” Krimson asks. She stands quickly and paces back and forth. “That can’t be right. Los Demons have been on the down-low for quite some time. Not even showing their faces or cuts in the city. I would’ve known.”

  “Obviously they pulled one over on you too. They have a strip club near the warehouse where they kept the girls.” I’m pissed the fuck off that Krimson thinks Danyella is lying. “My sister wouldn’t lie about this shit. Not after what she fucking told me.”

  “Hold on a second, Blayze. Going there will tip them off. We need to play this one smart.” Krimson whisper shouts so she doesn’t wake up the girls.

  “I won’t hold on,” I roar. Fuck the ones sleeping. I’ve lost all rational thought when she told me to hold on. “If you heard what those pencil dick motherfuckers did to my sister and then had the only person you’ve ever loved drugged and kidnapped, you’d be ready to rip some heads off too.”

  “I get it, I do.” Krimson takes a step putting her right in my face. “But if you go in there now, they’ll kill Monica the moment they hear your bike rumble down the street. Let me send two of my crew in. Have them scope the place out.”

  “That could work,” Capone says from behind me. I turn to look at my Prez. He has murder in his black eyes. “But I’ll only give you an hour. Then we’re coming in and gutting each and every person in that club.”

  “Fine. I can work with an hour.” Krimson turns and walks toward the Latino chick sitting at the bar. I think her name is Hotflash. They whisper back and forth, Hotflash’s hands fly up and down as she speaks. Then she leaves with a dark-haired man with blonde highlights trailing behind her. “Hotflash and Rush are heading there now. They’ll report back to me as soon as they have something. Wait! Where are you going?” Krimson is right behind Capone and I as we head into the garage.

  “We’re heading out and waiting around the corner. I’m not staying here when I can be there.” Capone gruffly replies. “If you knew what they did to Danyella, you’d be doing the same thing.” Capone passes Bear, Tiny, Derange, Trigger, Red, Torch and Dagger. They all follow us into the garage with Krimson and her crew right on our heels.

  “You keep saying that but nothing else. What the fuck Capone. Tell me what I’m getting my crew into.” Krimson shouts grabbing Capone’s arm, stopping us all in our tracks. Capone turns around and pins Krimson with a glare so deadly, I fucking hide my balls.

  “You want to know what that girl currently in my bedroom went through?” Capone shrugs off Krimson’s hold on his arm and gets in her face. Her boyfriend Nolan releases a low growl, but that doesn’t stop Capone. “If I tell you how they beat her, raped her and abused her daily, will that help you sleep at night if you follow through with us and end them? If you see the scars marring her body if you see her tortured soul battling with the darkness trying to take over, will that help you in your decision? If you see the one person I’ve ever cared about struggle to stay alive and live again, will that help solidify your decision?” Capone roars so loud the walls shake. His body is vibrating with rage and the darkness is taking over his mind. “If you hear the story of how she was tortured and raped six times in one day to the point where she couldn’t fight back anymore, will that make you happy Krimson?”

  Krimson releases a shaky breath and shakes her head. “No. Come on, what are we waiting for?” She disappears outside along with the rest of her crew.

  I glare at Capone and he stares back at me, daring me to say something. “My baby sister huh?” That’s all I can come up with at the moment. I’m stunned speechless for the first time ever.

  “We’ll talk about it later. Right now, we have to save my sister.” Capone straddles his bike and throws his helmet on. The rest of us do the same. We fire up our bikes and roll out of the garage. Once we’re outside the security gate a prospect opened, Capone opens up his beast of a bike and we ride into the darkness.

  I keep replaying what Capone said in my mind. How Danyella was the only woman he’s ever cared about. Now that he confessed, even out of anger, I see the signs. Since she disappeared,
he was more active in fucking the club whores. Or letting them suck him off, but I’ve never seen him show any type of attachment to any of them. They were just a hole to fill the void of missing Danyella. I’m such an inconsiderate jackass. I should’ve known, but I was so lost in my own despair, I missed it. I was so infused with my own issues I missed my best friend’s struggle.

  Capone revs his bike pulling me out of my head. He signals to turn right and we follow. Eight bikes and six cars park in a parking lot about a mile away from the Los Demons strip club. I kill the engine and set my boots on the concrete. I hold my bike up with the power in my thighs and light up a cigarette. Capone puts his kickstand down and climbs off his bike, heading right for me.

  “Ready?” He asks when he gets closer.

  “Ready, Prez. Are we sure about this?” I want to make sure he isn’t just going in there to murder a bunch of people out of rage. That his head is leading the game, not his heart.

  “As sure as I’ll ever be.” Capone lights up a cigarette, inhaling the smoke and letting it go. “Danyella told me she knew for sure they would keep Monica there. When we took out the Bloody Scorpions and their hideouts, Los Demons would keep Monica near the auction site. She said girls would go to the strip club and not come back. She learned to keep her mouth shut and her ears open.”

  “I wish she never went through this,” I grumble, stubbing out my cigarette.

  “Me too, brother.” Capone rests a hand on my shoulder giving it a tight squeeze. “And I wish it didn’t take Danyella being kidnapped for me to know how I really felt about her. Now that I’ve admitted it to myself, I can’t stop thinking about what I’m going to do to these fuckers.”

  “Me too. If they’ve harmed Monica the way they did Danyella, I’m going to lose my shit. No woman should go through what Danyella did. No woman should be abused and mistreated the way she was.” Anger and rage are vibrating through my body. Capone releases my shoulder and straightens his spine. A car pulls into the parking lot at a high speed, tires squealing on the concrete. I put my kickstand down and hurry over to Krimson’s car where they stopped. Hotflash and Rush step out of the car.

  “They have her there,” Hotflash mutters and a shiver runs down my spine.

  “What else?” Krimson asks, leaning against the hood of her car.

  Hotflash’s dark eyes find mine and she inhales a sharp breath before continuing. “Their whole MC is there. It was a creepy vibe the moment we walked in the door. Women were dancing but the men weren’t paying attention to them like they were putting on a front for onlookers. They were all on edge, watching the door. Rush and I had to play it off as if I was a dancer looking to get hired or they would’ve kicked us out in an instant.”

  “Did you see my sister?” Capone asks trying to hurry Hotflash along.

  “Hotflash tried to get into the back room, but it’s being guarded. I’m not sure how you’re going to get in there without getting killed. They’re all strapped with guns on high alert.” Rush finishes.

  “Let us handle that,” Capone speaks. He turns his head to Krimson, “I understand if you want to stay here, Krimson. This will get messy and there will be blood on our hands. You don’t need that on your crew either.”

  “I’m in. It’s up to them if they want in on it. No one fucks with my town and gets away with it.” Krimson stands tall and looks at every member of her crew. No one says they won’t go. “It’s settled then. We’re with you.”

  “Wait,” Nolan speaks for the first time since I met him. “This is what my guys and I do. Let us help.” He walks to the back of a car, pops the trunk and pulls out two black bags. He brings them to the front of Krimson’s car and opens them. “Take these and we can communicate back and forth.” He hands us tiny earpieces and I put mine in. Nolan then hands each of his men an AK-47 and a .40 caliber handgun with extra ammo.

  “Prez,” Red shouts grabbing Capone’s attention while running our way. “There are two other ways in. One from the rooftop and a backdoor. The blueprints of the building were just sent to my phone.”

  Capone grabs Red’s phone and hands it to Nolan. “What’s the best way?”

  Nolan studies the blueprints for a few minutes. “If here was guarded like Hotflash said,” he points to a room in the back. “There’s only one way in and out. We keep two men at the front entrance and two at the back. The rest of us climb up the fire escape and use the roof. They won’t expect us to come in that way. Once we get in, the two in the front need to create a diversion and draw them all away. Then we move fast. Take out any members in our way. Capone and Blayze, you stay with me, Krimson and Ashton. The four of us will move quickly to the back room and get Monica out.”

  “Tiny and one of your men will take the back. Torch and another will take the front and create the diversion.” Capone responds. “Trigger, Dagger, Bear, Derange and the rest of your crew will take out the main room while we go into the back and get my sister.” Capone looks at every member of his MC. “Does anyone have any issues with this?”

  “We’re good, Prez,” I answer when no one responds.

  “Good,” Capone hands Red’s phone back to him. “Let’s rollout. It’s time for war boys. Have no mercy. Take no prisoners. You have the green light to kill on sight. Our cleanup crew will handle the rest.”

  I quickly stride over to my bike and throw my leg over it. Firing it up, I let the roar of my beast settle in my bones. It’s time for battle. There will be bloodshed. There will be death. There will be no mercy.

  Chapter 16

  Monica

  Darkness surrounds me. I’m running as fast as my legs will take me through the woods. My lungs are burning from lack of oxygen. My thighs are screaming in pain. But I can’t stop. I won’t stop. Twigs and branches swat me in the face. Weeds reach for my ankles tripping me and I fall hard. I throw my hands up to protect my face. Pain shoots through my right wrist. I roll over onto the dirt facing the dark sky trying to catch my breath. Stars twinkle against the inky black night.

  Heavy footsteps crunch against the fallen leaves. Closer and closer, the familiar ragged breathing that haunts my dreams approaches me. They’ve found me. He’s found me, again. I try to stand but pain shoots through my ankle causing me to fall back down stifling a scream trying to rip from my throat.

  “Little bitch, I can hear you. I’m coming for you,” Chains’ deep voice echoes through the forest.

  My heart hammers against my chest, sweat beads on my brow. I crawl through the dirt and leaves attempting to hide against the side of a wide oak tree. My biggest fear is coming to life. I lean against it and close my eyes for a moment, trying to steady my rapid heartbeat and even my breathing.

  I sense him before I see him. Chains has always been larger than life in my mind. His tormenting voice reaches me before he does sending a chill down my spine. “You know I always find you. I’ll always find you. You’re mine to own, my possession.”

  I try to move but my body isn’t cooperating with my head. My brain is screaming at me to keep moving, but my body has given up, shutting down. Chains grabs my hair from around the tree and yanks hard smashing my head against the hard oak. I feel pieces of it being ripped from my scalp. Dizziness causes my head to swim.

  I scream in pain.

  “Got you, little bitch. You can’t get away from me, ever.” Chains’ rancid breath streams across my face and I stifle a gag. “No matter where that fucking worthless brother tries to hide you, I will find you.” Chains yanks my hair again and I’m falling.

  I hit my head on the wooden floor.

  I look around through tear-filled eyes and instead of being in the forest, I’m in my bedroom in my old apartment in Detroit. Punches rain down onto my face, I curl into a ball, trying to stop the steel-toed kicks to my stomach. New pain from the beating he and Steam just delivered onto me burns through my body. Chains flips me over and straddles my waist with his heavy body. He leans down so his face is inches from mine. The hardness in his jeans makes me ga
g.

  “You know I like it when you fight back, little bitch.” Chains grip my bruised face with his fingers squeezing hard enough to make me whimper.

  “What do you want?” I ask through the pain.

  “You.”

  That one word has me quivering in fear. I will not go down like this. I will not let this asshole take something from me that was never his to begin with. I buck my hips trying to throw him off, but he’s so much heavier than me. Chains laughs deep in his throat and moves so his legs are straddling the top of my thighs. He gropes my chest with blood coated fingers, my blood, and squeezes my nipple hard enough I cry out in pain.

  Flashbacks of my childhood come rearing back. The first time he pinched my ass and said it was an accident. The first time his hand touched my growing breasts and said it was a mistake. The look of want and lust radiating from Chains’ eyes. Capone saw him touch me inappropriately one day and he lost it. He beat the hell out of Chains and that’s what started the war within the Club. It was all my fault. Everything that’s happened right up to this moment was my fault.

  I stare into Chains’ cold dead eyes and laugh. Blood drips from my mouth. I’ve lost my mind. “You can’t take something that’s not there anymore Chains.” I spit out his name and watch the coldness change to fury. “It’s not yours to take and you can thank Blayze for that one.” I laugh maniacally. “It was a goodbye fuck and guess what Chains? It was in your bed. My big fuck you to you!” It’s not true, we actually did it in Blayze’s room the night before I left, but I want to torment Chains the way he’s torturing me.

  Chains’ fingers squeeze my throat cutting off my air. My vision blurs but I’m still smirking through blood-stained lips. He’s losing control. Chains releases my throat and I inhale gulps of air. “Is that all you got?”

  “Fucking whore, just like your mother,” Chains roars against the side of my head and leans back. He wraps his free hand around my throat again and squeezes slightly.