Blackstone Ranger Hero

by Alicia Montgomery

  Blackstone Ranger Hero

  Blackstone Ranger Book 3

  Alicia Montgomery

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2020 Alicia Montgomery

  www.aliciamontgomeryauthor.com

  First Electronic publication September 2020

  Edited by LaVerne Clark

  Cover by Jacqueline Sweet

  091120

  All rights reserved.

  About the Author

  Alicia Montgomery has always dreamed of becoming a romance novel writer. She started writing down her stories in now long-forgotten diaries and notebooks, never thinking that her dream would come true. After taking the well-worn path to a stable career, she is now plunging into the world of self-publishing.

  Also by Alicia Montgomery

  The True Mates Series

  Fated Mates

  Blood Moon

  Romancing the Alpha

  Witch’s Mate

  Taming the Beast

  Tempted by the Wolf

  The Lone Wolf Defenders Series

  Killian’s Secret

  Loving Quinn

  All for Connor

  The True Mates Standalone Novels

  Holly Jolly Lycan Christmas

  A Mate for Jackson: Bad Alpha Dads

  True Mates Generations

  A Twist of Fate

  Claiming the Alpha

  Alpha Ascending

  A Witch in Time

  Highland Wolf

  Daughter of the Dragon

  Shadow Wolf

  A Touch of Magic

  Heart of the Wolf

  The Blackstone Mountain Series

  The Blackstone Dragon Heir

  The Blackstone Bad Dragon

  The Blackstone Bear

  The Blackstone Wolf

  The Blackstone Lion

  The Blackstone She-Wolf

  The Blackstone She-Bear

  The Blackstone She-Dragon

  Blackstone Rangers Series

  Blackstone Ranger Chief

  Blackstone Ranger Charmer

  Blackstone Ranger Hero

  Blackstone Ranger Rogue

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Epilogue

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  Chapter One

  “C’mon, Rogers, don’t be such a pussy!”

  Daniel Rogers breathed a sigh and took a sip of his beer. “I think you guys are doing just fine without me,” he shouted over the loud din of the music pumping through the speakers.

  Anders Stevens rolled his eyes. “Seriously? You’re not going to join us? Not even one lousy dollar for those hardworking girls up there?”

  He lifted his head an inch, forcing himself to look at the three scantily-clad women on stage. One of them, wearing only sparkly nipple covers and a G-string, hung upside down from a pole. “They certainly are … talented.”

  “Yeah, very big talents,” Anders added with a waggle of his eyebrows. “Look, the groom-to-be and Russel”—he jerked a thumb at the back of the room to where their two other companions, Damon Cooper and Gabriel Russel, were huddled by the buffet table—“aren’t going to be participating in the festivities anytime soon, so why don’t you just come up here? There’s three of them and two of us, so I think we can make the equation work.”

  “Hey!” a feminine voice protested. “What am I? Chopped liver?”

  Anders turned to their third compatriot, J.D. McNamara, the only female in their group. Though technically this was Damon’s bachelor party, one of the groom’s conditions was they include one of his best friends since childhood, even if she was a girl.

  Currently, J.D. was waving dollar bills at the stripper on the pole. “I know you enjoy the show, McNamara, but I didn’t think you played for our team. Or are you thinking of taking me up on my offer?” he said with a glint in his eyes.

  J.D. rolled her eyes. “If Rogers doesn’t want to participate in the fun, you don’t have to rag on him. I mean, these poor, hardworking girls could probably use the tips. Do you know Destiny”—she nodded at the brunette on the left side—“is almost done with her nursing degree? If you could spare her those dollar bills in your pocket, Anders, she could maybe afford her textbooks next semester.”

  “Those ain’t dollar bills, sweetheart,” he said with an impish smile.

  Daniel sighed once again and pulled his wallet out of his pocket, taking out half the bills and handing them to J.D. “Here, for Destiny’s textbooks,” he said before getting up from his chair.

  “Giving up already?” Anders called.

  “Jeez, stop acting like those clingy girls you kick outta your bed, Stevens. I gotta go to the john, all right?” Turning toward the exit, he walked out of the private VIP area and into the main room of the Pink Palace Gentlemen’s Club.

  Of course, the outside was not much better than the private party rooms, if anything, they were worse. Though it was a “gentlemen’s club,” there was nothing very gentlemanly about the garish pink, red, and black decor, neon lights, or the various scantily-clad women onstage and the loud, jeering men who cheered them on.

  Daniel was no prude, but he just wasn’t raised this way. Though he got ribbed a lot because he was polite and nice to everyone—men and women—he didn’t pay any mind to the criticisms. A gentleman—a real one—treated everyone else better than they would treat themselves, at least that’s what Pops always said. Beau Rogers was old-fashioned in that way and taught his only son the same set of rules he’d followed his whole life.

  He wouldn’t normally have gone to this place, or even to Las Vegas, except that it was one of his good friend’s bachelor party. Pops also said that loyalty to one’s friends was important, so Daniel felt obliged to come to this weekend getaway, especially since Damon’s circle of friends was tiny. Actually, as far as he knew, it only consisted of the people who came to Vegas.

  The four men had gone through the Blackstone Rangers training program together and a kind of bond had forged between them. Daniel admired Damon, who had risen up to the position of chief. Though Daniel himself had been eyeing the promotion, he knew Damon deserved it—he was a natural leader, and everyone looked up to him. Besides, there was a lot of responsibility that came with being chief, and he didn’t envy the long hours, paperwork, and the bureaucracy that Damon had to deal with. Nope, he was fine being a ranger, as he had been the last five years.

  Joining the Blackstone Rangers seemed like the natural career for Daniel. For one thing, his inner grizzly bear loved the outdoors, and the job allowed him to spend most of the day roaming the forests and mountains. And of course, it was in his blood. Before retiring to Texas on his ranch, Beau had been a ranger for over forty years. It had done his old man proud when he decided to join after graduating from college with his forestry degree.

  Daniel made his way to the men’s room, did his business, and then exited. He was walking down the dark hallway that led back to the main room when he saw two shadowy figures ahead.

  “Please … sir, you can’t—” a pleading voice cried.

  “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want,” came the gruff reply. “I’m a paying
customer.”

  Daniel’s hackles rose and his inner grizzly let out a guttural sound. His protective instincts were sounding an alarm, and he strode toward the two figures. “Excuse me,” he said. “Is he bothering you, miss?”

  His shifter vision immediately adjusted despite the darkness, and the larger of the two figures—male, of course, stinking of cheap cologne and liquor—whirled around to face him. “Wha—who the fuck are you?”

  Ignoring the man, he looked to the woman pressed up against the wall. Much like many of the girls here, she was scantily-clad, and her face was caked with makeup, but the wide, frightened look in her eyes made her seem much younger. “S-sir, you should go back to the main floor.” The tension and fear rolled off her in waves.

  The man’s face turned up into an evil grin. “See? Me and Candy here are conducting business. And you should mind your own.”

  Daniel huffed. “See, normally I do mind my business. But you know what I hate the most?”

  “What?”

  “I hate bullies.” He unleashed the barely controlled anger within him, grabbing the man by the collar, and slamming him up against the wall. Candy let out a squeak and turned, dashing away from them.

  The man struggled, but it was no use. Daniel’s shifter strength allowed him to lift the man off the ground. Opening his mouth wide, he bared his teeth, letting his incisors grow out, his eyes glowing with the presence of his inner bear.

  “What the—” His eyes went wide. “You’re one of them!”

  He let out an inhuman growl, then dropped the man, who crumpled to the ground. “You bet,” he said, looking at the pathetic man in disgust. “Now get the fuck out of here. If I see you approach any woman here—I’m going to hunt you down and make you regret it.” Not bothering to look back at the man, he marched out.

  By the time he entered the private room again, he and his bear had sufficiently calmed down. In fact, the mask of calm he put on his face belied his earlier rage. He hated losing his temper, but he also couldn’t stand it when strong people took advantage of weaker ones. And just because the young woman chose to work at a strip club didn’t mean she was fair game.

  “You all right?” Gabriel asked as he came over to the buffet to pile a plate high with food.

  “Yeah, I’m fine. How’s the groom?” he asked, looking slyly over at Damon. The chief’s back was turned to them as he hunched over while fiddling on his phone. “Does he feel as miserable as he looks?”

  Gabriel guffawed. “What do you think?”

  According to Gabriel, Damon had been strong-armed into this outing, as he didn’t want to be away from his mate and future wife, Anna Victoria. Daniel could understand, even though he didn’t have a mate himself. His parents were fated mates, so he knew how special that could be. Damon would not only have no interest in any other woman around, but it would also pain him to be away from her. “Remind me again why we’re here?”

  The lion shifter huffed. “I owe Anders a huge favor, okay? I’ll tell you more some other time. But right now, keep him distracted so he doesn’t shit on either Damon or me. I promise, this will all be over soon.”

  Daniel knew the “secret” plan of course, which was one of the reasons he’d consented to come here in the first place. “All right.” Taking his plate of food, he wandered back to the mini-stage in the center of the room and sat down next to J.D., munching on wings, pizza, and french fries.

  About fifteen minutes later, the DJ’s booming voice interrupted the playing music over the speakers. “And now we have some special entertainment just for the groom,” the disembodied voice of the DJ announced.

  The strippers all stopped dancing, picked up their cash from the floor, and disappeared through the curtains at the rear of the stage.

  “Hey!” Anders protested as he waved a fistful of bills. “Where are you going?”

  “Anders, c’mon,” J.D. said as she jumped to her feet. “Let’s go to the main room.”

  “Main room? But we were having fun in here,” Anders complained.

  Daniel followed J.D.’s lead. “Sounds like a plan.”

  J.D. hooked her arm around the tiger shifter’s. “Dude, I think I saw a bachelorette party out there. Bet they’re a lot of fun. And looking for some company.”

  “Really?” Anders’s face lit up. “Well then, what are we waiting for? You can be my wing woman, McNamara.”

  J.D rolled her eyes as she led him out of there, Daniel right behind them. As he followed the two, he couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching him. Turning his head, he looked around, but there were too many people around them to pinpoint anyone looking at him. His grizzly seethed, yowling at him to investigate. Normally, he would have followed his bear’s instinct, but they were in a strip club, not deep in the mountains. So instead, he sat next to J.D. at their new table, which was right by the stage.

  “Yeah, baby,” Anders exclaimed. “Right by the action.” He glanced around and saw the group of women at the table next to them, which, based on the crowns and sashes they wore, was the aforementioned bachelorette party. “All right! this is better than being trapped inside with those tight-asses anyway. Hey, baby!” he hollered to one of the women. “Nice tats. They’re a piece of art, and so are you. Want me to nail you to the wall?”

  J.D. rolled her eyes. “Cut it out, Anders,” she said. “They’re tryin’ to have a good time. Besides, they’re not the entertainment.” She grabbed his ear and tilted his head toward the stage. “That’s what we’re here for.” She sent an apologetic look to the women.

  The lights dimmed as a slow, sensuous beat filled the room. A woman wearing a feather boa entered the stage, and everyone clapped and cheered. With another deep sigh, Daniel settled back, arms folding over his chest. When was this going to end? Neither J.D. nor Anders seemed keen on stopping any time soon. He glanced back toward the private room where he guessed Damon was finally enjoying his bachelor party. After all, Gabriel did secretly fly Anna Victoria all the way here. And the lion shifter was nowhere to be seen, which meant he probably snuck out. Lucky bastard.

  “Sir?”

  “Huh?” Whipping around, he saw one of the cocktail waitresses leaning toward him, drink in hand. “This is for you.”

  He glanced down at the drink. It looked innocuous enough; it even had a cherry in it. “I didn’t order this.”

  “One of the girls sent it over,” she said. “Candy. She says it’s a thank you gift for earlier.”

  “Oh.” It was a nice gesture, but he really didn’t need it. “Um, can you take it back? Or I could pay for it.”

  “Oh no.” She shook her head. “Please, I couldn’t.” Before he could protest, she turned on her heel and walked away.

  Glancing at the drink, he took a sniff. It smelled like gin and tonic, the flowery bouquet of the liquor tickling his nostrils. However, there was something about it—

  A movement caught his eye from the corner of his vision. While everyone had their attention on the stage, someone at the table next to them stood up. He didn’t know why, but he just had to look at who it was.

  It was one of the females from the bachelorette party. She walked around her friends with an unsteady gait, grabbing onto the back of a chair to steady herself. When she did, she proceeded forward and something about the way she moved made it difficult to tear his eyes away from her.

  He took a nervous sip of the drink in his hand, barely tasting the alcohol. His hand trembled as he pulled the glass away from his lips, but his gaze never left her.

  The world around him slowed down, his focus pinpointing on the woman. Continuing forward, she came close to their table, but stumbled forward.

  He lunged toward her, grabbing one of her arms before she could hit the ground. She let out a yelp as he pulled her upright, a dark curtain of hair covering her face.

  “Are you okay, miss?” Thanks to his shifter reflexes, he didn’t even spill the drink in his right hand.

  Wobbling on her feet, she brushed t
he hair from her face. “Yeah, I’m good. Did you—” She stopped as their eyes met. Velvety brown eyes, the color of milk chocolate, widened in surprise.

  Mine.

  Jesus!

  After that, he couldn’t quite describe what happened next—it was kind of like being punched in the gut. But in a good way, if there was such a thing. His bear roared from within him, its massive paws beating at the ground. They had found their mate.

  “Sorry about that,” she said. “Too much to drink … normally I can handle it but … special occasion, you know?”

  “Special occasion,” he echoed.

  “Well, uh, thanks for the catch,” she slurred as she patted him on the arm. “Whoa … you must work out. Your biceps are like rocks.” She gave them a firm squeeze, which made blood rush out of his head and down to … well, his other head. “Er, thanks again.”

  He watched her pivot on her heel and walk away from him, unable to move or say anything. The room seemed to have quieted down, and the only thing he could hear was the pounding of his heart in his chest.

  His inner grizzly, however, roared at him and slammed its paws at his insides as if saying, go after her, you idiot!

  “Shit!” He snapped out of it. I have to go after her! She was their mate. But what would he say? Or do? Or how could he explain? Based on her lack of animal, she was obviously human.

  Panic rose in him as his bear paced back and forth, probably wishing it could talk. What would Pops say? But his mind went blank. Crap!