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Wrecked From Malice New Orleans National Chapter RBMC Book 4 Crimson Syn All Chapter
Wrecked From Malice New Orleans National Chapter RBMC Book 4 Crimson Syn All Chapter
Dear Readers
Royal Bastards Code
Royal Bastards MC Series Fourth Run
Glossary Of Terms
Prologue
1. Riddick
2. Abigail
3. Riddick
4. Abigail
5. Riddick
6. Riddick
7. Abigail
8. Riddick
9. Abigail
10. Riddick
11. Abigail
12. Riddick
13. Riddick
14. Jameson
15. Malice
16. Riddick
17. Abigail
18. Riddick
19. Malice
20. Jameson
21. Riddick
22. Abigail
Epilogue One
Epilogue Two
Belle Macabre
About the Author
Also by Crimson Syn
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My dear Sinners,
Welcome back to the National Chapter. This book starts off right where Afflicted with Desire left
off. Riddick and Abigail have their left filled moment and then he finds out he’s been naughty with the
mayor’s daughter. It just gets even better after that.
I can’t tell you how many tears I shed with his storyline. There was something about Riddick and
Abigail that just broke my heart.
I have to tell you that there are themes in this book that may trigger the reader including rape and
murder, so please enter this book with that in mind.
I enjoyed writing this book more than you know. From the Colombian mafia to the connections
with all my wonderful author friends, it just all came together so perfectly at the end.
Thank you to Nikki Landis, India R. Adams, Murphy Wallace, Kristine Dugger, Darlene Tallman,
Liberty Parker, Morgan Jane Mitchell, and Erin Trejo for letting me borrow all of your badass bikers
and for allowing to be a part of your awesome Chapters. Jameson is truly grateful to you all.
To my Hell-bound Lovers MC fans, you’ll find a familiar name as I introduce Los Perdidos into
the storyline.
Make sure to read to the end as Snare, the National Chapter’s newest Prospect has a bit of his
story to share with you. And make sure you meet Macabre at the end of the book. Although he is one
of my holiday books, he is part of the National Chapter and you will meet him in Wrecked from
Malice.
This book is full of heart, torment, age gap, daddy/sub romance, violence, love and tears, and just
so much more. I do hope you enjoy Riddick and Abigail’s story.
Synful Reading,
Crimson Syn
ROYAL BASTARDS CODE
PROTECT: The club and your brothers come before anything else, and must be protected at all
costs. CLUB is FAMILY.
RESPECT: Earn it & 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 over all, 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.
ROYAL BASTARDS MC SERIES FOURTH RUN
Spanish Terms
Creole Terms
10 YEARS AGO …
S IX M ONTHS AGO …
S HE’ D BEEN EYEING ME ALL NIGHT AND I LET THOSE BRIGHT LAVENDER BLUE EYES JUST DRAW ME IN . I
was aching to go back to the clubhouse and get me some of that dirty angry pussy that liked to linger
around the bar, but this peach, this peach seemed so much sweeter. It was pure and ripe and ready to
bite into. She was definitely on the younger side and seemingly inexperienced, but that didn’t bother
me not one bit. I’d teach her, mold her to fall into my dark ways.
My eyes followed her delicate frame as she made her way towards a back door. I didn’t know
where she’d come from. But she didn’t seem to belong to the rest of the snobs that lingered around us
talking about their mundane investment deals and politics. She seemed almost out of place in all of it.
Her eyes captured the room and then once again, they landed on me. My eyebrow lifted and a
ghost of a sultry smile painted her lips.
Oh, she was trouble.
Maybe even jailbait.
But I couldn’t help but let myself linger on her lips, my eyes following a path down across her full
breasts and skintight black dress which stopped right above mid-thigh. She wore black laced up boots
with sharp heels which she crossed at the ankle as she hid in the corner, her fingertips playing with
the hem of the skirt.
I let my tongue graze my lip and I bit down on it, before taking a sip of my whiskey. My eyes
lingered on hers as I tipped the glass back.
Fuck, I thought to myself as she innocently tilted her head, almost begging me to come to her.
To get a taste of her.
I wanted to act on my instinct and do all the bad things that were currently flooding my head when
I looked at her.
I handed my glass to Powertrain who simply stared at me as I walked away. He had no idea what
I was about to get myself into, and honestly, neither did I.
She stepped out of the main doors and quickly made a right. Quickening my step, I followed her
out. I didn’t have to go far. found her leaning up against the wall in the hallway, a knowing smile
pinned on me as I approached.
“Hello, little girl."
“Hello.”
Her voice was soft and melodic, and it was playful but polite. She looked sweet and naive, not
the type of woman a man like me should be playing with.
“What’s your name?” I asked, making small talk.
“Does it matter?”
I tilted my head trying to figure her out. “Depends.”
“On what?”
“On if I could take you home with me tonight.”
She looked nervous yet visibly aroused. It wasn’t hard to figure out that this woman wanted
something more from me and fuck if I was gonna be the one to pass up eager pussy.
“What if I told you I knew somewhere private we could go?”
I leaned in and lowered my voice. “Then I’d say, show me.”
After taking a quick glance around, she grabbed my hand and hauled me into what looked like an
empty coat room. As soon as the door closed, I swept my arms around her and slammed us up against
the frame.
The light was dim, but I could easily see she was rosy checked and flustered. Her rushed breath
fluttered against my lips, and I skipped the small talk and went right to the tasting part.
“I want your name,” I groaned as I took the liberty of running my tongue along the base of her
neck.
“Abigail,” she breathed.
My mouth slid over hers and she tasted like cherry ChapStick. It was such a minute detail, but it
made my dick hard.
"How old are you?" I grunted the words out between kisses.
"Old enough." She uttered, running her hands up my arms and into my hair.
I ignored the vagueness of her response; my body and raw instincts had completely fogged my
mind. I slid my hands to the hem of that little dress she wore, and I roughly tugged at it, yanking the
material over her ass. I squeezed her plump ass cheeks making sure she felt my length pressed against
her.
She gasped, her arms coming up around me and I didn't even think about any consequences. I just
wanted inside this beautiful sexy thing.
Lifting her up against the door, I gripped her panties, shoving them aside to make room for the
head of my dick. I thrusted into her warmth, giving a harder thrust as I slid myself deeper into her. Her
body tightened around me, and she gave out a broken cry. I watched her closely for a second and
hesitated when I noticed her eyes clenched shut.
I wasn't a small guy by any means, and her walls felt like a suction cup, pulsing around me. I
began to move inside of her. Deep full thrusts that made her lips part and her eyes finally fluttered
open, watching me. I fucked her slow, every now and then giving her a hard thrust. She felt like
fucking heaven and sounded like an angel as she moaned for me.
I held onto the door frame as I fucked her hard. Quick, deep thrusts that made my cock grow
harder inside of her.
"Fuck."
"What's your name?" She breathed.
“The name’s Riddick.”
“Riddick." She said my name in a moan and pulled her hips up to take me in deeper.
“You’re so fucking tight." I whispered against her mouth.
“You’re so fucking thick." Her tongue reached out to lick at my lips and I rammed my dick deep,
needing to claim her.
“Oh my, God!” She screamed and I instantly covered her mouth, silencing her. If anyone found us
out, I'd be fucked and possibly trespassed. I doubt anyone would believe that this girl had cornered
me, shoved me into a dark room and begged me, with those virginal eyes of her, to fuck her.
No.
All they'd see was a Bastard getting his kicks off.
If only they could hear the whimpers she was emitting as I filled her.
“So fucking good.” I grunted into her neck.
Her hands swept into my shirt and my muscles flexed beneath her touch. I leaned into her, wanting
to put my mark on her.
“Ohhh!” She cried out as I bit down on her flesh, her pussy tightening over me.
“I’m gonna make this pretty pussy cum for me.”
She leaned back against the door and swiveled her hips on me, holding her skirt up as she
watched me reach down and fondle her clit.
It was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen. Fucking some high society bitch was one thing, but
seeing a sweet rich girl enjoy my dick was something else. She was so fucking perfect. Better than
any porn I'd seen, any cam girl I’ve paid for.
Her lips parted in that moment when her body was about to break, and I relished in watching her
pussy clinging onto me as I took what I wanted.
We both watched as I strummed her perfect pink clit with my callused thumb. She liked that, at
least I could tell she did as her thighs parted and her pussy pulsed on me.
"Cum for me." I ordered and watched as I destroyed her.
She screamed my name just as the orgasm washed over her. She shook so wild, shuddering as
jolts of pleasure kept thrumming through her. I slid my cock out of her with a plop, jerking off
between her legs. Couldn't take the chance of getting her pregnant. When she slid her delicate fingers
over the tip of my cockhead, I growled from the sensation, jerking as white cream poured out into her
hand.
I leaned into her, my forehead pressed to hers as we both watched her take my cum and rub her
tender pussy with it. My dick jumped at the sight.
I slid her down my body, waiting for her weak legs to function. We both adjusted our clothes
while taking glances at each other. She looked fucking beautiful all flushed and recently fucked.
“Ummmm….” That was the sound that came out of my stupid mouth cause I had no fucking clue
what to say to this woman.
When can I see you again?
That's the best fuck I've ever had.
You're beautiful.
Instead, nothing came out.
“You don’t have to say anything.”
“I think I should. A woman like you deserves that much.”
“That’s really, so sweet.”
She blushed for me and then, putting her hair up in a messy bun, she pulled open the door and
peeked around it.
She looked back at me and smiled. “It was nice to meet you, Riddick.”
Before I could say a word, she slid out the door and out of my life, just as quickly as she’d
entered it. A tiny storm that broke down all my walls and made me lose control in minutes. I ran after
her, wanting something more but not exactly knowing what I was looking for. Let alone what the fuck
had just happened.
Powertrain placed a hand on my chest as I ran back into the room. "Hey, Brother. Everything all
right?"
"Did you a see that woman?"
"There's a lot of women here, Brother."
"The one with the pink dress, blonde curls, eyes the color of purple skies."
He shook his head and I turned away from him and spent the next twenty minutes searching for her.
She had completely disappeared, and I feared I'd never see her again.
If only I had known how wrong, I'd been that day.
2
ABIGAIL
PRESENT DAY …
“YOU WANT ME TO DO WHAT ?” I looked over at Jameson as if he’d lost his mind.
“I will not repeat myself.” His voice held that tinge of a warning that told the listener, this was his
final word. But then again, I was never one to take a hint.
“Yeah, well I didn’t sign up to be anybody’s babysitter. You got the wrong man.”
“With everything going on, the mayor has asked the Royal Bastards to watch over his family.”
Deep sigh. “What’s in it for us?”
“We get the deed to the cotton gin and all eyes on us disappear.”
I grimaced in frustration. This was the right thing to do for the club, and if the mayor wanted to
work with us instead of against us, it would be hugely beneficial for us.
“And how long will this disappearance last?”
“For as long as you do your job, and you do it well.”
“Come on, Jameson. These fucking politicians are all lying sons of bitches. You actually think
he’ll put his name on the line for some degenerates.”
“Watch your mouth.”
“Come on, Prez. You know I’m right.”
Jameson slammed his fist on the table. “He will if he wants to keep his head on his shoulders.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
He glared at me, a look that told me to watch the next words that came out of my mouth.
“I have other more important things to do.”
“Like what?” He folded his arms over his chest as he waited for my response.
I did have things to do, personal vendettas to take care of, but I wasn’t about to tell everyone my
secrets. Instead, I kept my mouth shut and remembered who I was talking to.
Jameson could be a lot of things, a Voodoo driven maniacal sadist could be one of them, but he
was a fair sadist and everything he did was with the club’s name in the forefront.
“Listen, Riddick. You’re one of my best men. I need you to take this job seriously. I know it
sounds like bullshit, but the mayor was very clear on one thing.”
“And what was that?”
“That we’re the only ones he knew, who wouldn’t mind getting a little blood on our hands.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means whoever he’s got on his ass is someone not even his men could handle. Or at least he
doesn’t trust them enough to let them him in on his secret. Any information we gather while we’re
there, we send it to him. Hoax will be working on the back end with this, so you can look to him for
anything you need. I’ll make sure he knows you’re leading this job.”
“What about Scorn?”
“I’ve got Scorn working this next run. Tik Tok and Powertrain have his six. We gotta get these
weapons out of here and he’s been researching the best routes and meeting with club execs in Georgia
and Virginia. Besides, Knuckles left us with a shitload of paperwork and contacts that we need to
check out. So I need you on this.”
“Just me.”
“Take your best two men with you.”
“Snare and Rooster.”
“That’s fine. Any move you make in that house, you let me know.”
“This better not be a suicide mission, Prez.”
“I just need to know who the fuck is after that family.”
“He didn’t give you any details?”
He scrunched up his brow, squeezing the bridge of his nose. “All he said was that he’d gotten
death threats, and he thinks it has to do with the fact that he’s trying to investigate that Drill Ship off
the Gulf of Mexico. He thinks there’s been some illegal activity going on off the rig.”
“Like drug trafficking and shit?”
“Like drugs and people. In particular women. And I have a strong suspicion they were
transporting girls from this location. Rancid and his people were known for this.”
The name Rancid was a trigger for me. Soon as I heard it my body began to sweat, and that damn
PTSD reared its ugly head. I tried to focus on Jameson’s voice, on the feel of the wood beneath the
palm of my hand, the sound of my breathing.
“Riddick. Riddick. Thomas!”
My eyes shot up to Jameson at the sound of my name. I hadn’t heard it in such a long time, I’d
nearly forgotten it. Thomas “Riddick” Jensen.
“Sorry, Prez. What were you saying?”
His brows furrowed as he stared back at me. “It still fucks with your head, doesn’t it?”
I looked down at my hands, which I had just noticed were shaking. “I need to find that piece of
shit. I know he’s hiding among us. I just need to find out where.”
“They’re all hiding somewhere, Brother. We’ve already taken out a couple right here in New
Orleans. All we can do is wait for them to slip up and for someone to catch them. I’ve already gotten
the word out to all the Presidents and their executive members. If they see something strange, they are
to report it directly to the National Chapter. We’re determined not to let anything slide out of our
radar.”
“Yeah, but they have eyes on us as much as we do them.”
“It’ll take time, Riddick. But anyone who comes knocking at our doors will need to prove
themselves, just like I did and just like you did.”
“Prez, when I find him, I’m going to rip his fucking throat out.”
“And you’ll have my full support when the time comes.”
I looked down at my trembling hands and clenched my eyes shut. I didn’t want to talk about it
anymore and I quickly changed the subject.
“When do I start?”
“We meet with him tonight.”
I nodded. “I’ll update Snare and Rooster. They should come with us so the mayor’s security detail
can verify who we are.”
“Smart. See, this is why I chose you.”
“It had nothing to do with the fact that I had done Security for a major company?”
“If I’m not mistaken, that job went sideways real fast.”
He was right. When I left the RBMC back then, I’d taken a job as Security at one of those
weapons companies. I’d been offered a lot of money to just leave the door open one night. The next
morning, a shipment of military weapons had disappeared, and I was questioned. I got lucky that my
ass didn’t go to prison. I lost the job, but I had thirty thousand dollars in my pocket.
I was debating going in on another job when Colt called me. He asked for my help, and I flew to
New Orleans the next morning.
“I’ve had a few close calls in my lifetime. You know I owe my life to Colt.”
Jameson’s lips thinned as he gave me a nod, but he didn’t say a word. I knew he didn’t like
hearing that. He was still fighting his own demons when it came to Colt. His betrayal to the club and
to Jameson had cut deep, and I couldn’t blame my Prez for not trusting in who once claimed to be his
best friend. But he never filled that VP position. It remained open, but we all knew he was just
waiting to see if Colt actually deserved that spot.
“Well, this time I’m making your dreams come true, and your job will actually be Security.”
I rolled my eyes as I headed to the door. “I’ll keep you posted on what we find.”
“Oh, and she’s a feisty one.”
I turned back to look at my President who had an amused expression on his face.
“Great.” I stated sarcastically, slamming the door shut as I stepped out.
I still wasn’t convinced about the mayor and his daughter, but it was enough to keep me curious.
Why the fuck would the Mayor of New Orleans reach out to the Royal Bastards for help?
Something was majorly crooked in all this. We were outlaws but we weren’t stupid. If he thought we
were, he’s got another thing coming.
Feisty.
His daughter better be on her best behavior. I had a mind to put a teenager in her place and I
didn’t give a shit about feelings or propriety. If she dared to fuck with this operation, I guarantee
she’ll regret even thinking of crossing me.
4
ABIGAIL
THE MAN STANDING before me was not who I expected. He was everything my father had warned me
of, all wrapped up in long hair, tight leather, and the most seductive dark brown eyes I’d ever seen. If
his eyes didn’t scream danger, his scowl sure did. He wasn’t like one of those sharply dressed
bodyguards my father usually left me with. No. This man was dangerous in more ways than one. He
was also the one man whom I’d ever given myself to not so long ago.
His discerning gaze never left mine as my father came into the office. My cheeks burned as his
eyes lingered on me, taking me in slowly. It wasn’t until my father spoke that I realized that there was
another man in the room.
My father approached him, greeting him, and asking them both to sit. His gaze fell on me, and he
gestured for me to take a seat as well.
“My daughter is not fully aware of why I’ve called you in, but I feel she needs to know what
we’re up against here.”
While my father spoke to the man called Jameson, my eyes fell upon the biker beside him. They
both wore a worn-out black leather jacket, the logo of a skull and a broken crown were emblazoned
on the back, below it the phrase Royal Bastards MC stood out.
My gaze roamed his built frame and wide shoulders. A mat of dark hair peeked out from the top of
his white t-shirt, the color matching his long curly hair, which he back in a ponytail, much like the
night I’d met him. I took my time assessing the sharpness of his nose, his squared jawline hidden by
the scruff of his beard, and the way his fingertips dug into his knees as he quietly sat there.
My thighs clenched instinctively as I had this clear vision of having his head between my legs. I
closed my eyes, deciding I’d read way too many smutty romances. When I finally opened them, his
eyes were on me again and I could feel my body react under his supervision. At first, I thought he
hadn’t recognized me. Why would he? He probably had tons of women crawling at his feet. Men like
him always did have their side pieces. But when his dark brown eyes met mine, recognition slowly
washed over his frustrated brow.
His eyes narrowed on me, and I quickly looked away, avoiding his stern gaze. It was as if he was
silently reprimanding me for daring to even lay eyes on him.
Or maybe he was angry about the lie I had offered him that night.
Either way, the dark look he was giving me shot a thrill that ran along my skin and caused
goosebumps to prickle up. I glanced up at him, my cheeks growing hot as I remembered how he’d
practically destroyed me that night. How I’d become so wanton in his arms, not even realizing half of
what was happening to me. I’d become someone else in his hands.
Someone I didn’t recognize.
Someone I wanted to explore.
The man named Jameson scared me. He seemed like the type of man you didn’t make deals with,
especially not when it concerned your daughter. I took my eyes off the object of my desires and
focused my attention on the conversation at hand.
Jameson leaned back in the chair, folding his hands in front of him and propping his ankle on his
knee. “Usually when this happens you call the local authorities. Last time I checked, the Royal
Bastards are way off that title.”
“I’d take a huge chance when calling the local authorities. My face would be all over the
newspapers with the headlines announcing the Mayor of New Orleans receiving death threats. I can’t
afford my name or my daughter’s to be plastered all over the news broadcasts. I need to keep this
quiet.”
“So you decide to call what you consider the enemy.”
“I never said that.”
“You look your nose down on us on a daily basis, and you make sure eyes are always on us. I
can’t work this way, Mayor. There’s gotta be a give and take here.”
“The Youngbloods told me you could be trusted.”
Jameson narrowed his eyes on my father. “Trust goes both ways, Mayor. And I’m not feeling any
trust building in this relationship.”
“What do you want? I’ll give you anything to keep my daughter and my family safe.”
Jameson glanced at Riddick, lifting a brow, and tilting his head to the side. “The only way this
will go down is if you agree to give us full impunity and you get your pigs off our tail.”
I glanced over at my father whose look of defeat was marred on his features. “I don’t know what
the Royal Bastards are up to, but I can only guarantee impunity for what has come across my desk so
far. If the local authorities catch you, there’s nothing I could do.”
“That’s not gonna work for me.” Jameson stood up getting ready to leave and my biker, Riddick,
stood beside him. His eyes fell on me, and I could feel heat radiating from them.
They both turned to leave, and I wanted to reach out and hold them back. I didn’t want him to go.
Unknowingly, I wanted him here. I wanted to know what hid behind that scowl.
My father looked at me and the anguish in his face told me everything. He had truly traveled down
a beaten path, and this was his last resource.
“Please,” I whispered but it was barely audible.
“Please.” I stated the word with much more force, causing both men to stop in their tracks.
Riddick turned to look at me and smirked. “You have something better to offer us, little girl?”
The way he said those words nearly sent me to my knees, but I held my emotions in and
straightened my back to full length. I had no idea why I’d spoken up. All I knew was that I didn’t want
him to leave. And if what my father was saying was true, then I wasn’t willing to allow for my family
to be harmed.
My father spoke before I could say another word. “Fine. You will have full immunity within New
Orleans but the moment you step out of the city, all bets are off. I cannot protect you beyond the
limits.”
Riddick tilted his head as he looked over to Jameson who gave him a slight nod. Jameson then
walked over to my father’s desk and sat himself back down.
“Put that in writing and I’ll make sure my men stay put. Riddick here will lead the team we’ll put
in place, and he will be the one to watch directly over your daughter.”
Or under.
I thought to myself, averting my gaze away from the man they were speaking of. But inside my
heart was beating frantically and my body was breaking into a sweat as I realized this man was going
to be around me day and night.
Especially nights.
For the second time today, I felt that thrill come over me, followed by absolute dread.
Would he expect more from me?
Would I be willing to give it to him?
This man was so much older than me, so much more experienced. I was always told you didn’t
play with men that way or they’d want more. And this man was the type to take what he wanted
without even asking.
The thought made my thighs quiver, and I found the nearest seat in the back of the room to slide
into. I could feel his body heat by my side and suddenly he was bent over me, those dark eyes
assessing me.
“Are you alright, little girl?” He whispered, just enough for me to hear.
His hand slid across my back, and I closed my eyes, licking my lips as I tried to ignore his heated
comfort and focused on breathing.
“She’s probably just affected by the news,” my father stated. He quickly called his secretary to
fetch me a glass of cold water.
“Oh, I’m sure she’s affected alright.”
My eyes met his and that recognition washed over him. He leaned in and pressed his lips to my
ear, his hot breath making me shiver. “We will definitely be having a long conversation. You have a
lot of explaining to do.”
Hi hand rubbed my back in small smoothing circles, and I closed my eyes as his breath lingered
on my neck.
“Just breathe, Miss Beaumont. Just breathe.”
I did as he said, following his deep breaths. I was sitting in a private bubble with this man, and I
was eager to seek comfort from him. My eyes met his and heat pooled at my core. HIs hand was
methodic as he continued to rub my back.
There was a knock at the door and my father responded. A young woman in a maid’s uniform
walked in. Her eyes widened as her eyes took in the scene. First, she stared at Jameson and then her
eyes roamed over Riddick as though she wanted to eat him up.
My instincts rose, and my eyes narrowed in on her. “I believe that’s for me,” I snapped.
Riddick moved aside as she brought over the cold water. I could sense the attraction she held for
him as I took the glass from the tray. Her eyes immediately went back to him, but I had to give it to
him. His eyes remained glued on me.
“That is all.”
The maid nodded and turned slowly as she made her way to the door. She looked back at him just
as Riddick took his place by my side. And as the door clicked closed, I made it a point to reassign her
as quickly as possible.
The cold water flowed down my throat and cooled me for those few seconds before Riddick’s
hand slid down my spine, lingering on the small of my back.
“You have a good poker face, little girl.”
“Stop calling me that,” I whispered to him, the words caught between gritted teeth.
“Your blush says I should keep going.”
I looked back at him, angrily. But I wasn’t angry at him, I was angry at myself for letting him get to
me. His eyes grew dark, and his voice got so low it felt like a heated message that traveled
seductively caressing my skin.
“Your jealousy suits you, but don’t worry. I have plans for you, little girl.”
My lips parted in shock and with a sexy smirk, he slid his hand away and made his way over to
where Jameson was seated. I brought the glass to my lips, my hand slightly shaking as I realized I had
just taken part in my own ruination, all while my father signed over my soul to the devil.
5
RIDDICK
S NARE SLID onto the stool beside me. He was one of the newer Prospects and had become a good
friend in the last year. He used to fight for Kingpin up in arena in Nashville. The place had burned
down last year, and he wanted to place Snare in a good spot in the Royal Bastards. When Snare got to
us, I didn’t think he’d make it. Whatever he’d gone through overseas was fucking with his head. Life
just fucking nailed you to the cross sometimes. It had brought him to those cage fights, but I was glad
Kingpin had seen something in him, and so did Jameson. I didn’t want him to fall into all the shit I’d
seen others fall into, so I took a chance on him and told Scorn I’d show him the ropes and see what he
was made of.
Scotty was thirty-nine, a retired Army Ranger, and he was tougher than most, enduring the worst. I
knew he would be able to handle this world and cause havoc in it too. Jameson seemed to recognize
that in him and gave him a shot. Rank-wise, I fell under Scorn, but Snare and Rooster were under my
watch. Which meant any job I took, they took.
“So how is it?”
“It sucks ass. That’s how it is.”
“Aww come on, man. It can’t be that bad.”
I took a swig of my beer and looked over at him. “You remember that sweet thing that trapped me
in the closet at that party.”
“Aww, yeah. Why?”
“You’re not gonna believe it when I tell you.”
“I don’t believe a lot of shit that comes outta your mouth.”
“She’s the Mayor’s fucking daughter.”
Whiskey sprayed out over the counter and the Prospect behind the bar simply groaned in disgust.
Taking a napkin out, I swept the spit off my arm as Scotty sat there staring at me in disbelief.
“You’re shitting me.”
“Nope.”
After a few seconds he finally leaned in and spoke in a low tone so no one could hear us.
“You mean to tell me you fucked our job?”
I nodded, taking another swig of my beer. “More like she fucked me, but yeah.”
“Does Jameson know?”
“Hell, the fuck no!”
Several eyes landed on us as my voice raised. I lowered it again, minding where the hell I was.
“If he finds out, I’m dead.”
“That’s putting it lightly.”
“Shit, what the fuck am I supposed to do? She’s my direct responsibility.”
“What did she say?”
“She’s a fierce and bratty woman. She’s also got me so wound up I can’t think straight.”
Snare chuckled, placing his hand on my back. “Brother, you are so fucked.”
I shook my head and downed the rest of the beer. “She at least did her part. Staff didn’t like me
much at all though, so we may have trouble there. Neither did the mayor’s security. They scrutinized
me and looked their noses down on me as if I was some sort of diseased ridden dog coming right off
the streets.”
Scotty smirked and took a shot of whiskey. “We don’t belong with them, you know that. I much
prefer this life anyway.”
I looked around the clubhouse and nodded. “I wouldn’t change this for the world, brother.”
We clinked beer bottle and glass as we continued with our path to drunkenness.
“Have you gotten any word from up North?” I asked.
“No, but Rael in Tonopah Valley has something interesting.”
“Oh, yeah.”
He nodded and took another shot. “He had a guy proclaiming to be a Bastard show up at his door
a few months ago. Said he was running from Rancid after he’d murdered his pregnant girl. He had his
colors on, so now he’s working his way up as a Prospect. He needs to earn his trust, but Rael says
there’s somethin’ not right about him. He said something about, keeping your enemies close.
“Was there a name?”
“He goes by Marco.”
“Marco,” I snarled. “Let Rael know what’s going on. I need to see the fucker.”
“That’s easy.” Snare took out his cell phone and showed it to me. “Does it look like Malice?”
I gripped my beer bottle, hearing it crack slightly from the pressure. He had the same sneer in the
picture that he’d had when he was laughing at my sister while she was dying before him. The same
scar that mangled his right eyebrow stood out in the photograph.
“Yeah. That’s the motherfucker.”
“What are you gonna do to him?”
I set the beer bottle down on the bar top carefully, not wanting it to shatter in my hand. “What I do
best. I’m gonna hunt him down and rip him limb from limb.”
Snare simply tilted his head back as he took another shot of whiskey. He slammed the glass down
and then sighed. “Which means I have no other choice than to make sure that rat stays in place until
you get to him.”
I slid out of the stool and patted his shoulder in reassurance before heading outside. I needed to
breathe some fresh air and get my rage back in check. Marco or Malice, whatever the fuck his name
was, had made a huge mistake and his day had finally come. The son of a bitch hid in plain sight, and
worst of all, among the Reapers of Tonopah Valley. Thank God, Rael, their President, was fucking
smart. One wrong move and I knew they’d bring him down to hell’s gates where he belonged. The
Reapers weren’t a chapter that you could play games with. Betrayal was worse than death to all of the
Royal Bastards, but the Reapers would take you to the depths of hell themselves.
I’d dreamed of this day when I would finally get my revenge. When I’d finally know what
retribution meant. But it suddenly dawned on me that death would be too easy. I needed to make him
pay for every tear, for every drop of blood my sweet Bree had shed. Her and the baby who had never
come to be. Rancid had paid his dues under the weight of Jameson’s gauntlet, but mine came with a
raw and brutal need to bring suffering down on him. Marco Villanueva was going to pay for what he
did. And it wasn’t going to be as quick as a shot to his head.
No.
He was going to shed tears and blood just like my sister had done for him.
7
ABIGAIL
“DID you hear about the new Latin club that opened up downtown?”
“No,” I shifted on the bed, crossing one leg over the other as I leaned back into the pillows.
“Club Dulce.”
“Interesting.” I murmured as I bit into a granola bar.
“Well, they say it’s pretty, hot. We need to go.”
“You know I won’t even be allowed near my own door let alone a club. Not with all these new
bodyguards.”
“How’s that going by the way? Any hotties?”
I stayed quiet for a few seconds reminiscing about the biker who had been between my legs only a
few months ago and was now standing outside my bedroom door.
“You know it’s not about that.”
“Well, if you’re gonna be locked up in your room by daddy, you gotta find something to play
with.”
Catalina’s laughter made me smile. She had been my guiding light when things got rough at home,
and my best friend. Hell, my only friend. We met at one of those elaborate events my father liked to
drag me to. Her father was Enrique Solano, a Colombian investor and business mogul worth billions.
He was one of my father's greatest financiers during his run for Mayor. I’m sure he gained lots of
favor helping his campaign, which in turn, made him a big name in New Orleans. Everyone wanted to
be in Enrique Solano’s inner circle, yet he didn’t let anybody in, which only made the intrigue deeper,
and the crows began to circle their prey.
Unlike me, Catalina was allowed to live her life and roam freely. She was also allowed to go to
college and live on campus. Sure, she had a bodyguard following her around but at least she got to do
what she wanted, including going to clubs. I’d never even set foot in one.
“Come on. We’re going tonight. I know you can sneak out. You’ve done it before.”
“Cat, if I were to leave, my father would ground me for life. I mean it, he’s taking things to another
level this time. It doesn’t look good.”
“You always say the exact same thing, and then he never grounds you. Come on, let’s have a little
rebellious fun.” She whined.
I smiled and rolled my eyes. “Fine. Stop your crying. I’ll go, but you know I have nothing to
wear.”
“Don’t you worry about that. I have got you covered, girl.”
I laughed as I hung up the phone and slid off the four-poster bed. I tiptoed, barefoot, to the door. I
opened it barely a fraction of an inch, searching the hallway for any sight of Riddick. He stood, not
even three feet away, looking just like he ought to look. Tall, dark, and dangerous. I bit down on my
lip and narrowed my eyes on the man standing beside him.
Lou Rosado.
He liked for me to call him Big Lou, which I never did. I honestly disliked him. He gave me the
creeps. The way his leery gaze always obscenely dragged its way down my body, making me feel
dirty, like I should take a shower. The fact that he was always touching me didn’t faze me. His hands
always drifted to my lower back, his arms always grazing my breasts. I hated being around him, but
my father trusted in him with all our lives. He was the head of security, and I could tell he didn’t like
Riddick not one bit. Why would he? Riddick was his competition and a lot more worthy.
“What are you lurking around here for? I’ve got this wing covered.”
I watched as Riddick barely moved from his spot against the wall. He barely regarded him with a
side eyed look of annoyance.
“I don’t do wings.”
I couldn’t help but smile at his response.
“While you’re here you do what I say.”
Once again, Riddick barely acknowledged him. “I do what I want, when I want, and I don’t need
some mediocre chaperone scouting my area.”
“She’s my responsibility.” Lou, ground out.
“Wrong. While I’m here, she’s mine.”
Those last two words echoed in my head for a few seconds, curling in the heat of my core. He
was possessive and it made me trust him even more. Not only that, but he also stood up to Lou. No
one dared do that.
“You can always take it up with my boss, the mayor.”
Riddick narrowed his eyes on Lou, a challenge in both their eyes. Lou’s hands fisted at his sides
and then he slowly retreated. Riddick simply smirked and went back to what he was doing, back
leaned against the wall, not giving a shit about anything or anyone as his eyes roamed the hallway.
The floorboard creaked beneath my foot, and I froze. His eyes shot in my direction, and I instantly
backed away from the door as it shut with a loud click. I flinched as the sound echoed. Seconds later,
a knock came at the door.
“Shit. Shit, shit shit!” I whispered as I looked for somewhere to escape to but knowing there was
no way out.
I took a deep breath and slowly reached for the knob. I peeked around the edge of the door as I
slid it open. Riddick stared back at me, an almost amused look in his eyes.
“You, eavesdropping?”
“N-no!”
His eyes slowly drifted down my silk pajamas, skimming across my breasts and lingering on my
bare legs and toes. The neon pink nails stood out against the pale carpeting. I blushed and looked
away as his eyes focused on me.
“I just came to inform you my shift is ending in thirty minutes. Snare will be here soon to take my
place.”
“Oh, okay.” I said softly, my mind spinning as it calculated out how long it would take for Snare
to come up those stairs. Hopefully, long enough for me to sneak down the hallway and down the back
staircase.
“Do you need anything before I go?”
My eyes met his and the intensity in their depths unsettled me. “No. I’ll be alright. I’ll probably
just go to bed.”
His eyes roamed over my shoulder and landed on my bed. He arched his brow and then nodded.
“Behave, then. Little girl.”
I gasped at his words, and he smirked, turning his back on my shocked face, and walking away as
if his words were of little impact to me. As he settled back against the wall, he turned to watch me.
Our eyes held, heat prominent between us, and suddenly I did want to go back to bed. With him.
I closed my bedroom door, leaning against it as I gained some sense of composure.
Breathe.
I kept repeating the word to myself as I ran to the closet and quickly threw on a pair of jeans, a
tank top and hoodie. I did a quick search of the room and when I was satisfied, I had everything I
needed, I slid my sneakers on. Cat said she’d pick me up around the corner from the Manor. I just
needed to get past two bikers, a slew of bodyguards and the front gates without anyone noticing I was
gone.
It was nearing nine and I was sitting on the edge of my bed when I heard that familiar ring.
Approaching the door, I shut off the lights making sure I wasn’t seen. Peeking out to the hallway I
watched as Riddick checked his watch and responded to whomever was on the other end.
“What do you mean they won’t let you in?”
I could see the anger on Riddick’s face as he clenched his jaw. “This guy is asking for it.” He
ground out.
“I’m heading down. This is ridiculous.”
I had a feeling Lou had something to do with Snare not being able to come up. I liked Snare, he
had this long beard, bright smile, and eyes the color of the clear sky on a summer’s day. At least he
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Cap. XI. Be not exalted with vain glory, O king, or moved by
sudden wrath to violence. Be liberal to those who need thy help, and
give alms to the poor of that which God has given thee. Avoid
gluttony and sloth.
Cap. XII. Above all things, O king, flee from the enticements of
fleshly lusts. Take example by the sin of David, and by that of the
Hebrews who were tempted by the counsel of Balaam. One consort
is sufficient for thee: be faithful to her.
Cap. XIII. O king, thou art the defender in arms of thy people.
Remember the deeds of thy father, whose praise is sounded
everywhere and whose prowess was above that of Hector. He was
just and liberal; he made prey of foreign lands, but he protected his
own. France and Spain both felt his might, and he broke through the
ranks of his enemies like a lion. The land was at rest under that great
prince: the nation was secure from its enemies. O king, endeavour to
deserve the praise which thy father won. Peace is the best of all
things, but it must sometimes give way to war.
Cap. XIV. A king must not prey upon his people; their love is his
chief glory. He should remember that true nobility does not come
from noble descent but from virtue. Study to know thyself and to love
God.
Cap. XV. O young king, remember how Solomon in his youth
asked for wisdom to rule well, rather than wealth or long life, and
how God granted his prayer and added also the other blessings.
Wisdom is above everything for a king, and this makes him
acceptable to God.
Cap. XVI. Whatever thou hast, O king, comes from God. He has
given thee beauty of body, and thou must see to it that there be
virtue of the soul corresponding to this. Worship and fear God, for
earthly kingdoms are as nothing compared with his.
Cap. XVII. Death makes all equal; rich and poor, king and subject,
all go one way. Prepare thyself, therefore, for thy journey, and adorn
thyself betimes with virtue. May God direct thee in the right way.
Cap. XVIII. 70The king is honoured above all, so long as his acts
are good, but if the king be avaricious and proud, the people is
grieved. Not all that a king desires is expedient for him: he has a
charge laid upon him and must maintain law and do justice.
O king, do away the evils of thy reign, restore the laws and
banish crime: let thy people be subject to thee for love and not for
fear.
Cap. XIX. All things change and die, the gems that were bright
are now dimmed, the Church herself has lost her virtue, and the
Synagogue becomes the spouse of Christ. The good men of old
have passed away, and the bad of old live again. Noah, Japhet,
Abraham, Isaac, Joseph, Moses, Aaron, Elijah, Micaiah, Elisha are
gone; Nimrod, Ham, Belus, Ishmael, Abiram, Korah, Dathan,
Zedekiah, and Gehazi survive. Peter is dead, but Tiberius lives; Paul
is reconverted into Saul; the examples of Gregory, Martin, Tobit, and
Job are neglected. Benedict is dead, but Julian lives: there is a new
Arius, a new Jovinian, who spread their heresy.
Cap. XX. As the good men in the Church of God have passed
away, so also the men who were famed for prowess in the world are
gone, as Trajan, Justinian, Alexander, Constantine, Theodosius,
Julius, Hannibal, while the bad still survive, as Nero, Dionysius,
Tarquin, Leo, and Constantius. Solomon is dead and Rehoboam
survives. The love of David and Jonathan is gone, but the hatred of
Saul still lives; the counsel of Achitophel is followed and that of
Hushai rejected; Cato is banished and Pilate is made judge in his
stead; Mordecai is hanged and Haman is delivered; Christ is
crucified and Barabbas is let go free.
Cap. XXI. Temperance and chastity also have disappeared.
Socrates and Diogenes are dead, Epicurus and Aristippus still live;
Phirinus is dead and Agladius survives; Troilus and Medea are dead,
while Jason and Criseida remain; Penelope and Lucretia have
passed away, Circe and Calipso still live. The laws of marriage are
no longer kept in these days, chaste love is all but unknown, and
adultery everywhere prevails. Women have no modesty, no chastity,
and no patience: vice blooms and flourishes, while the flower of
virtue is trodden under foot.
Liber Septimus.
Cap. I. Now the golden head of Nebuchadnezzar’s statue is gone,
and the feet of iron and clay remain: the world is in its final stage of
deterioration. There are principally two causes, lechery, which leads
to sloth, and avarice, which is ever unsatisfied.
Cap. II. The avaricious are merciless to the poor, and their hard
hearts are typified by the iron of the statue. He is wretched who is
ever desiring more, not he who has little and is content.
Cap. III. The fragile clay signifies the frailty of our flesh, which
shows itself in fornication and adultery. There is also hypocrisy
everywhere, which conceals the foulness within by a fair show
without. Yet it will not escape detection.
Cap. IV. Things that were good are now changed into the
opposite forms, truth into falsehood, wisdom into folly, love into lust,
learned into ignorant; servants are become masters and masters
servants. Nothing pleases now but flattery. Courts do not keep their
former honour: knights there are in plenty, but little valour. Weakness
grows and strength is depressed, there is much talk but little action,
the burdens of war without the advantages. Justice has departed
and fraud has taken its place; even those of one family feel envy and
hatred one against another. Friendship is treacherous and seeks
gain like a harlot: hatred is everywhere common, but love is as the
phenix. There is no faith anywhere, and the right hand cannot trust
the left. All cry out against the world and say that it is growing worse
and worse.
Cap. V. The world is indeed full of evil and impurity, and this life is
a perpetual warfare, in which all that is good perishes and all that is
evil prevails. Even the elements of the world change and pass away,
and much more human things. No degree is exempted: the hearts of
kings are disturbed by fear of change, and terrors prevail in spite of
royal banquets and bodyguards.
Cap. VI. Man was created for the service of God, and the world
was given for his use. He was made in the image of God, and he
learnt gradually the purpose of his creation and to love his Creator.
Cap. VII. All things were put under his feet, and were made to
minister to him. He ought therefore to remember whence he is and
who gave him these things. Again, when by man’s sin the race of
man was corrupted, the Creator himself restored and redeemed it,
taking the form of a servant. Man ought therefore to confess him as
Lord and follow his precepts with a devout mind.
Cap. VIII. Man is a microcosm or lesser world, and according as
he does ill or well, the greater world is good or bad. Man ought
therefore to aim at high things, and not to submit himself to the rule
of sin.
Cap. IX. When death comes, when the throat is dry and the face
bloodless, when the eyes are fixed and the tongue silent, when the
pulse beats no more and the feet can no longer move, what then will
the proud man say? The body in which he prided himself is now food
for worms, his strength is less than that of a fly, and his beauty is
turned into loathing. His wealth and his pomp avail him no longer, the
serpent is his attendant and the charnel-house is his bed-chamber.
Cap. X. The envious man, who once gnawed upon others, is now
himself devoured: he who laughed at the misfortunes of others,
laughs now no more; the heart that so much murmured now suffers
putrefaction; the sting of envy can pierce no more.
Cap. XI. He who was full of anger, now cannot move his head; he
who uttered furious words, now cannot make a sound; he who
terrified others by his threats, now does not scare away the worm
which eats his heart.
Cap. XII. What can avarice do for him who has served her? He
has no chest but his coffin, no land but the seven feet of earth in
which he lies. He who preyed upon others, is himself the prey of
death; he who closed his purse against the poor, is now himself in
want.
Cap. XIII. The slothful man who was given to sleep, has now
abundance of it, with the cold earth instead of his soft bed-coverings.
He who seldom came to the church, now never leaves it, but his time
for prayer is past.
Cap. XIV. Gluttony is no longer a pleasure; the body which
delighted in choice food and drink is now full of vileness and horror,
the abode of foul reptiles.
Cap. XV. The man who took pleasure in lechery, delights in it now
no more. His members are preyed upon by the serpent, and he can
no longer use his hands, his eyes, or his tongue in the service of
lust. No longer can he commit incest or violate the honour of virginity.
Cap. XVI. Answer, thou sinful man, what will thy pride do for thee
then, thy envy, thy anger, thy sloth, thy gluttony, thy lechery, or thy
avarice? All the glory of this world perishes and passes away.
Cap. XVII. Everything passes away, wealth, honour, beauty,
power, learning, and pleasure. Our flesh grows old as a garment and
we perish. He is happy and a true king who rules himself, he is a
slave (though called a king) who is subject to his own vices. Our life
is so short and death comes so soon, that we ought all to prepare for
our journey hence. Death comes when we least expect it, and takes
away our wealth and strength, nor can any man redeem himself with
gold, or move with gifts the Judge who judges all things justly.
Cap. XVIII. Death is common to all, but to the good it is a cause
of joy, to the evil of sorrow. The good will pass by means of death to
a place of perfect peace and perfect joy, such as cannot be
described or imagined.
Cap. XIX. The evil-doer has a twofold death, the death of the
body and the death of the soul. No words can tell the torment of that
second death, which is eternal. How terrible will the Judgement be
and how direful the sentence! Happy are they who shall escape such
punishment.
Cap. XX. Let each man remember what his condition is, and let
him repent in time, turning himself to the service of his Creator. Let
him submit to punishment in this life, that he may escape that which
is eternal: for it is the property of God to forgive and to have mercy.
Cap. XXI. Almost everyone, however, follows the lusts of his flesh
and neglects the cause of his soul. The unrighteous have power
everywhere, and all vices flourish.
Cap. XXII. The days are coming which Christ foretold, and the
signs which he predicted are visible now. God’s sentence is still
delayed, in order that the sinner may have room for repentance.
Hardly even a few just men are found to save the world from
destruction.
Cap. XXIII. Each one of the various degrees of society has
departed from its true virtue, and the deadly vices have rule over the
whole. Prelates are worldly, priests unchaste, scholars lazy, monks
envious and self-indulgent, knights are evil livers, merchants
defraud, peasants are disobedient and proud. The enticements of
the world have overcome them all.
Cap. XXIV. I love all the realms of Christendom, but most of all I
love this land in which I was born. From other lands I stand apart and
am not involved in their calamities; but this country of mine, which
brought me up from childhood and in which I dwell, cannot suffer evil
without affecting me: by its burdens I am weighed down; if it stands, I
stand, if it falls, I fall. Therefore it is that I bewail its present divisions.
One thing above all things is needful, and that is justice, with
which is associated peace. If in other lands the sins of the flesh
prevail, yet there they are to some extent compensated; for there
justice prevails and all are equal before the law. Among us, however,
not only is there carnal vice, but justice is absent; so that a terrible
vengeance is being prepared for us by God.
We, who have always been favoured by fortune, are now brought
low; this land, which was once reputed so wealthy, is now poor both
in virtue and in possessions; my country, which was so strong, is
made feeble by unjust judgements; she who was so fertile, is now
sown with salt; she who had Fame for her sister, is now infamous, all
her praise is taken away and her glory is departed. Her lords are
sunk in sloth, her clergy is dissolute, her cities full of discord, her
laws oppressive and without justice, her people discontented.
O land barren of virtue, where is thy past fortune? omens appear
which presage thy fate, and all point to thee as an example. It is not
by fortune or by chance that this comes about, but by our sins; and
the grace of God even now may be found by repentance. I pray that
God may show us his mercy and accept our tears. We know that
thou, O God, art alone to be worshipped, that thou art the ruler of all
things, and not fortune. Show pity therefore, O God!
Cap. XXV. Such were the verses which came to me by inspiration
in my sleep. It is not I who speak them, but the common voice of all.
Let him who feels himself in fault amend his ways, and he who feels
himself free from fault may pass untouched. I accuse no man; let
each examine his own conscience.
The world is neither evil nor good: each man may make of it what
he will by his own life. 71But this I say, that sin committed and not
purged by repentance receives at length its due reward.