Royal Bastards MC: Blayze's Inferno Los Angeles Chapter

by J. Lynn Lombard

  “The difference,” I say through clenched teeth, “is that she fucked you and I’d rather die than have your disease infested dick anywhere near my pussy.”

  The fury in his cold dead eyes is unmistakable, Chains’ body is vibrating with rage. A smirk appears across his rugged face. “Little girl, don’t you know I hold all the cards?” He pulls out a long jagged knife from his cut and holds it under my nose. “I’ll make you wish you were dead, then I’ll haunt you for the rest of your life. I’m the shit nightmares are made of.”

  Chains moves the knife down my throat nicking it as he goes. A small trickle of blood streams down my neck and over his fingers still gripping my throat. He drags the cold steel against my shirt and it rips away like butter. He glides the knife down my torso, nicking my skin as he goes.

  “There’s one thing I hold the power to. One thing you want more than anything and I’m taking it.” Chains sinks the knife into my stomach and white-hot pain radiates through my body. He pulls it out and does it again, repeatedly. I scream but Steam, the president of Savage Saints, Detroit, covers my mouth so my screams are stifled. My blood flows freely from my body as Chains brutalizes me. His heavy panting is something I’ll never forget.

  Suddenly Chains’ weight is lifted from my body and I can move. Only I’ve lost so much blood and I’m in so much pain, all I can do is lay there. I can’t fight back. I blackout as heavy footsteps scrap across the floor, getting further and further away.

  Jolting awake in the chair I’ve been tied to, I blink a few times before realizing where I am. It was just a dream. The nightmare that plagues me every moment I try to sleep. Reliving what Chains did to me always sends my mood into a dark place. A place I can’t escape. My body is trembling from fear. He’s dead. He can’t hurt me anymore.

  “You’re finally awake. Did the princess get her beauty sleep?” A female voice full of venom and hatred comes from the shadows behind me. It sounds familiar, but she’s hiding from me and has been since I’ve been tied to this chair.

  “Show me your face,” I demand.

  Laughter rings through the small room I’m being held in. I can hear the bass of music coming from the other side of the door, vibrating my body. I still haven’t figured out where I am, but the smell of sweat and sex is thick in the air.

  “Where am I and how did you get me here? Who the fuck are you?”

  “Still a demanding little bitch aren’t you? This is all your fault you know.” She moves in the shadows behind me. Staying just out of sight. “If you didn’t come back, you wouldn’t be here right now. The Royal Bastards wouldn’t have had a rat in the ranks and Blayze wouldn’t feel the ultimate betrayal.”

  The scent of lavender fills my nose. It’s nagging in the back of my mind why it’s so familiar, but I can’t quite place it. Suddenly my head is being yanked back, the hair being pulled from the roots. All thoughts leave my mind as my fight or flight instincts kick in. Just coming off that horrible nightmare, I’m slow to respond but a groan slips past my throat and I tighten my body.

  I try to fight back but I can’t move my hands or legs. I shake my head trying to get her grip off my hair. A hard slap sends my head reeling to the side. Blood falls from my lips. Just like in my dream.

  “What do you want from me?”

  “I want you gone so I can claim my rightful place.” Her lips are right at my ear whispering.

  I turn my head and come face to face with the woman who’s holding me hostage. My eyes widen in surprise. “Samantha?” She’s pulled her purple streaked blonde hair up in a ponytail. No make-up on and bruises surround her throat. She isn’t wearing our club colors, thank fuck, but she is wearing a Los Demons t-shirt and leather pants with her six-inch stiletto heels. Her blue eyes are full of rage. I suddenly have a dark urge to stick that fake ass heel into her fake ass face.

  “You’re not stupid after all are ya?” She smirks, yanking my head back. I blink through the tears swelling in my eyes from the pain.

  “Why? After we took you in, gave you a place to live, clothes on your back and a roof over your head. Why would you do this to the club that gave you everything?”

  “Gave me everything?” Samantha’s maniacal laughter rings through the small room. “Your club took everything from me. My life, my youth, my love. You took everything from me.”

  “How? How in the fuck did I take anything from you?” I’m really confused on what her crazy bitch-ass is talking about.

  Before she can answer, the door opens letting the music from the other room in with them. The noise is loud and annoying before the door slams shut. Heavy footsteps scrape across the wooden floor. Each step comes closer toward us. I watch Samantha’s face turn from cold hard rage to the fake ass sweet smile she saves for men she wants to fuck. I’ve seen her give that look to both Capone and Blayze numerous times. The bitch is going down.

  Samantha releases her claws from my hair and shoves my head forward. She walks around the room with her hands clasped in front of her. Around and around she goes. The man who entered is watching her every move. He has on a Los Demons cut but his back is to me so I can’t see his face. Fucking chicken shit. I watch both of them while trying to free my hands from the ropes. My skin burns raw, but I don’t stop. I can’t quit now.

  “When I came to the club it wasn’t by choice.” Samantha’s voice takes on a low quiet vibe. “I was forced to go by my slut of a mother. She got involved with Chains. She was one of his many side pieces.” Samantha stares off into space lost in her own head. “She never believed me when I told her what he was doing to me. She laughed it off and said he’d never touch a dirty little girl like me. Only thing was, he did. For years, I suffered from his abuse, his leering looks. I saw him do the same to you, only you had Capone and Blayze to stand up for you while I was left by myself to suffer the abuse alone. I really thought you and I would become friends from what he did to both of us, but you were so self-centered that you didn’t see me.” Samantha spins on her heels, pieces of her purple streaked hair whips around her face. “You didn’t see me. But you see me now. And when I’m finished with you, Blayze will see me too.”

  “Are you finished yet?” The low raspy voice of the Los Demon’s member speaks to Samantha.

  “Almost. I was just getting to the good part.” Samantha turns to the man and flashes him a sexy smile. I see through it. I see the hurt and pain behind that smile and I want to help. The only thing is, she doesn’t want my help. She wants me to hurt the way she does.

  My left hand comes free and I try to work at the right while Samantha and the Los Demons club member are distracted with each other. My right hand slips free and excitement pounds through my chest. Next, I wiggle my feet, trying to free my legs. I have one shot at doing this right. If I fuck up, I’m dead.

  “Hurry up. Prez wants her finished and I have plans for you,” he rasps out. Samantha sidles up close to him and whispers in his ear while running her nails through his dark hair. He grabs her ass and pulls her flush against him releasing a low growl. He kisses her bruised neck harshly and Samantha whimpers. I am not sitting through this while they maul each other. I’ll throw up all over if I do. While they’re busy practically fucking each other, I slowly reach my free hands in front of me and undo the ropes. This is why you use zip ties. They’re harder to break out of.

  Once my feet are free, I look to see what these two are doing. He has her pinned against the wall, her back to his front, grabbing her boobs and grinding into her from behind. Samantha’s face is pushed against the wall, his free hand around her throat. She’s mewling and begging for more. Neither of them are paying any attention to me. Thanking the Biker Gods for small miracles, I carefully pick up the metal chair I was tied to and carry it. I step behind the two and swing it as hard as I can, nailing the Los Demons in the back of the head. He releases an umph sound and falls into Samantha, pinning her to the ground.

  “No, no, no. You can’t do this!” She screeches struggling to get out from u
nder his weight. I swing the chair again into the back of the Los Demon’s head, making sure he doesn’t get up. Blood seeps from his hairline and drips down onto the struggling woman under him. I toss the chair away and grab the ropes they used on me. I shove him off Samantha and put my knee into the center of her back. I yank her hair, making her immobile.

  “I am doing this you stupid bitch. You don’t think I don’t see you, but I do. I see the vile heartless bitch you are.” I tie her hands behind her back and lean down so I’m right next to her face. She tries to buck me off her, but I don’t release my hold. “You think you’re the only one Chains had harmed? You are far from right. He took something away from me. Something I will never get back. He took the choice away from me. You could’ve changed. You could’ve helped others, but you didn’t. Now you’ll pay for your mistakes.” I stand up once I have Samantha secured and kick her hard in the stomach. Then I deliver a harsh blow to her face, knocking her out cold. I shove her into the corner of the small room away from the door and check the Los Demons pulse. There is none. I’ve killed him, I now have blood on my hands. I shove the thought in the back of my mind and search his cut for a weapon. My fingers land on a butterfly knife and I yank it free. I shove his dead body away and slowly creep toward the door.

  I crack it open and peek outside. Two men guard the door with their backs to me taking up the whole hallway. How in the fuck am I going to get out of this? I silently close the door and lean against it. Looking around the room, there is nothing in here but two bodies, one dead, one unconscious, the chair and a stand. That’s it. No window to escape out of, no bed, no bathroom. It’s stripped bare of everything else.

  I inhale a deep breath knowing what I need to do. It’s now or never. I flick the butterfly knife open and crack open the door again. The bass of the music muffles my footsteps allowing me to step behind the two men standing guard. I approach the smaller one on my right and slip my knife against his throat, making him bend down to my height.

  “Drop the guns or I slice him from throat to dick and you watch his guts fall out,” I demand. The guy I have immediately drops his weapon. The other man stares at me with death in his eyes. He has on the Enforcer patch for Los Demons. “Do it motherfucker.” I press the knife against the first guy’s throat and feel the blade sink into his skin. Blood trickles down his throat and a satisfied smile crosses my face.

  “Think I’m joking? I’ve already killed one dickless fucker. I have no problem killing both of you.” The bigger guy carefully sets his gun down and raises his hands. “Kick it toward me and get into that room. Don’t say a fucking word or he’s dead.” The bigger guy kicks his gun in my direction and walks slowly toward the open door. He lunges for me at the last second and I hold strong. I press my knife against his buddy’s throat and the blade sinks deep. He gurgles, fighting for air. I shove him into the bigger asshole, knocking them both into the room.

  An explosion vibrates the whole club and I lose my balance falling to the dirty floor. Screaming and shouting from the other rooms echo down the hallway. Chaos ensues as more of Los Demons come flying past us toward the explosion. The Enforcer shoves his dead buddy off him and reaches for me. His hand grabs my ankle pulling me toward him. I kick and fight trying to loosen his hold on me. He squeezes hard, yanking me closer. My free foot connects with his face straight into his nose the cartilage crunching under my boot.

  “Bitch!” he roars out blood dripping down his face. His grip doesn’t falter and I shove the heel of my boot into his face again but miss as he dodges it at the last second. He yanks me toward him, trapping my legs under his big body. “You’re going to fucking pay for that one little girl.” The Los Demons Enforcer drags me into the room. I try to grab the door frame stopping him but he’s so much stronger than me, my fingers lose their grip. He straddles my waist, his powerful body pinning me to the floor. Breathing heavily, the Enforcer shoves his long hair from his face and leans over me.

  “I’m gonna have fun with you.” His fingers wrap around my throat squeezing it slightly. “First, I’m gonna choke the fucking life out of you until you’re begging for breath. Then when you think it’s over, I’m gonna bring you back to life by fucking your lifeless body. Then after I’m through with that you’ll beg me to kill you.”

  “Fuck you, asshole,” I rasp out. He squeezes my throat until black spots don my vision and I can’t breathe. I claw and fight with everything I have. Digging into the back of his hands trying to get him to release his brutal grip. I can’t pass out. I won’t pass out. My ears are ringing from lack of oxygen, my heart is pounding against my chest when dizziness takes hold.

  Darkness invades my vision. I’m at the edge of death. I can’t do it anymore. I can’t fight him anymore. I relax my grip and fall limp into the void of death and life. Heavy footsteps pound toward me, but I’m done for. This is it; this is my last time here on earth.

  Chapter 17

  Blayze

  We’re on the rooftop waiting for our cue to enter the strip club. The night wind whips through my cut, deep into my bones. A strong feeling of dread clenches my stomach, gripping it until I can’t breathe. Capone is watching me from his spot next to the door, his black eyes track my every movement.

  Krimson and Nolan are hovered together next to the other side of the door in a heated conversation. I watch as Nolan moves a piece of Krimson’s blonde hair from her face and cups it gently with his scarred hands. She holds his hands against her face and offers him a smile that lights up the night sky.

  I’m envious of the two of them right now. I need my girl back so I can offer her the same comfort and she can light up my world again. Darkness and death are all I know right now until she’s in my arms safe and sound.

  A loud explosion echoes through the night, shaking the roof. That’s our cue to go. I yank open the door and run down the stairs as fast as I can. I reach the bottom and crack open the metal door. Chaos unfolds before my eyes. All the Los Demons are running toward the front of the club. Girls are screaming and crying. Smoke billows into the front room. That’s not my concern right now. My concern is getting into the back room and rescuing Monica. I turn right and head down the dark hallway. A Los Demon slams into me, not paying attention to where he’s going. I quickly grab his head and twist his neck. He falls lifeless to the floor. I look around for more, but I can’t see anyone in the darkness.

  I find the door where Monica is being held. There are no guards out here, making my job easier. I reach for the doorknob when a sharp pain laces my right arm followed by a loud pop.

  “Fuck, Blayze!” Capone shouts. Another loud pop rings through the darkness and the Los Demon who shot me falls to the ground dead. I look up at Capone and he has his gun out aimed at the now dead Los Demon. “You good?”

  I move my arm and grit my teeth through the pain. “I’m fine. Thanks, brother.” I turn the doorknob and shove the door open. Blinding red hot rage flows through my blood when I see a Los Demon hovering over Monica. His hands are wrapped around her throat, choking the life out of her.

  I move quickly into the room and grab him by his cut throwing him against the wall. A gasp leaves the lips of someone behind me, but my focus is on this motherfucker right here putting his hands on my woman.

  “You’re a dead fucking asshole.” I move quickly toward him and see he’s their Enforcer. I deliver a painful blow to his already bloody face. He throws his hands up in defense, blocking my punches. I blank out and rain blow after deadly blow onto this cocksucker. He fucked with the wrong MC. The Royal Bastards take no mercy on anyone who harms what belongs to us.

  My arms are weakening and the Enforcer isn’t moving but that doesn’t stop me. I stand above him sending kick after kick into his lifeless bloody body. Strong arms wrap around my shoulders yanking me back into the present. The pain in my arm comes at me full force and I scream out in pain.

  I spin to attack the fucker who’s holding me but it’s Capone and he growls in my ear, “I’ve got you br
other. It’s me.” He releases his brutal grip on my arms and lets me go. I turn around searching for Monica. My eyes land on her immobile body lying on the floor with Krimson hovering above her.

  “No, no, no!” I cry hurrying over to Monica. I drop to my knees, hovering over her body, resting the palm of my hand against her flushed cheek, brushing away pieces of her dark hair. Her breathing is shallow and her heartbeat is weak. “Don’t you dare leave me, Bug. Don’t you dare.” I scoop her limp body up into my arms and cradle her against my chest. Tears fall down my cheeks and I don’t stop them. I don’t give a flying rat’s fucking ass if they see me cry. This is my life, my whole world. “Come back, Bug. Please, I can’t do this without you.”

  Shouting, screaming and the loud pop of gunfire from the other section of the club grows quiet as everyone in here watches me.

  “Blayze, we have to go,” Capone rests his hand on my shoulder. I look into his eye and the blackness in them is hard and cold. He wants to murder a motherfucker for touching his sister. I know how he feels. I feel the same way, but right now Monica is my priority. I stand, holding her close to my chest. Her shallow breathing is hot against my skin. Thank Fuck she’s breathing on her own. But I still don’t know how long she’s been without oxygen and if there’s any irreversible damage. Monica has been through so much already and has come out stronger on the other end, whatever is going on now, I’m confident she’ll fight through it.

  A low groan comes from the corner of the room and I stop walking toward the door, looking around. There are three dead bodies here and only one is mine. A smile graces my lips knowing my girl is responsible for the other two.

  Another groan comes from the corner of the room and Krimson hurries over to it while Nolan and Capone watch the hallway. Krimson reaches down and yanks up a bruised and beaten Samantha, hog tied. Her face is bloody, her right eye is swollen shut and her head lobs from side to side.