Royal Sons MC

Chapter One

King rolled over, staringat his ole’ lady as she lay sleeping. He placed his hand on the slight swell of her stomach and wondered again how the fuck he’d gotten so lucky for a sweet woman like her to love a ruthless bastard like him. King didn’t know and didn’t give a shit. He’d learned to not look a gift horse in the mouth and keep his possessions close, so Ayesha and her sister were constantly where they could reach them. Although the latter was making noise about going away to college. The prospect caused his ole’ lady pain.

Ayesha shifted in her sleep, their late-night fucking had kept them up later than he’d planned, but neither of them seemed to be able to give a damn about things like time. He knew they’d have to make some changes once the baby came, in like five months, but fuck, he really needed to figure out a balance. Looking at the red marks on her wrist, marks he fucking loved to see on her were also things he’d have to scale back on. Some might think the type of relationship they had was fucked up. Those people were not his type of people. He loved seeing his marks of possession on his ole’ lady. Before Ayesha, he didn’t give a damn about marking women. Fuck them, dominate them, and even tie them up for his pleasure? Yes, to all of that. But marking them wasn’t what he did.

Ever.

Until the little spitfire, whom he claimed as his own, snuck into his clubhouse and demanded that they find her little sister. He’d done that with his brothers” help and decided to keep them both. Ayesha is his ole’ lady, and her sister is his sister. He’d do what he had to in order to keep his ole’ lady happy. He could be satisfied without dominating, surely.

King took a deep breath and eased out of bed. He needed to get to the clubhouse for the early morning meeting he’d called. He wanted to return home quickly and maybe catch Ayesha before she got out of bed.

“Where you off to so early?”

Ayesha’s sleep-sexy voice stopped him with his jeans halfway up his thighs. “I have a meeting up at the clubhouse. You’re to stay in bed and sleep until I get back, then I’ll make you some breakfast, and we’ll chill for the rest of the afternoon.”

“Hmm, sounds good,” Ayesha agreed and sighed, rolling toward him.

He could see her puckered nipples, making his dick hard beneath the fly of his jeans. “Sleep, baby. If you need me, call my cell.”

“I always need you.” she sighed.

She sounded so damn tired; guilt ate at him. King bent and kissed her on the cheek, leaving before he did something like roll her over and fuck her like he would’ve done a month ago.

Hours later...

It was still dark out when he entered the clubhouse. The shadows cast eerie shapes on the walls. If he’d been a chicken shit, he’d have been scared. The way he looked at it, if some fuck were ballsy enough to come onto his territory and try to off him, then he’d be a dead fucking brother. So far, nobody had been brave or stupid enough to try it. Of course, that’s what his early meeting was about. There was talk going around that there might be a bounty on his fucking head, and he’d be damned if he let shit like that ride.

He didn’t need lights to navigate behind the bar. Shit, he knew the entire property almost as well as he knew his ole’ lady’s body. Well, her body was changing with the child inside her. His child. If some fuck thought to take him out, King was going to strike first to ensure his family stayed safe. With Valentine’s Day coming up, it would surely be one of the bloodiest days instead of the love fest everyone else called it since that was the day his bounty was set to expire.

He popped a cap on the beer he’d pulled out of the cooler and tipped it back, letting the refreshing brew slide down his throat. At five in the morning, he figured the five o’clock somewhere worked.

Although Traeger was a quiet and deadly killer, King sensed his presence before he’d come in. That slight tingle had saved him many times in the past. “Morning, brother. Want a beer?”

“Not sure that’s a good thing to do so early, Prez, but absofuckinglutely,” Traeger said, moving around the bar. He’d come from the back, obviously entering through the kitchen.

King tossed Traeger a beer, swallowing the last of his own before grabbing another. It would take a lot to get him drunk, and two beers wasn’t near enough. His Sergeant At Arms leaned against the bar, his beer settling before him. “Who’s all coming to the meeting?”

“Duke, you, me, Cosmo, and the prospect Frog. Hollywood is on his honeymoon, or he’d be here. I got Keys on lookout. We’re good,” King said, nodding at the cameras.

“Are we turning the lights on for this shit or gonna do it in the dark?” Traeger asked.

King flipped him off, then lifted his chin at the sound of loud pipes getting closer. “Sounds like our guests are arriving. Hit the lights.”

While Traeger went to the switch on the wall, King returned to the corner table where he did business. Although this wasn’t a social call or business he was happy about, he never fucked up and left his back unattended. Duke came in from the back with Cosmo on his heels. Both men wore scowls, but that was their normal looks when preparing for a meeting. Shit, those were their regular expressions except when they were with their ole’ ladies.

“Morning, brothers. Want a beer or coffee?” King raised his bottle.

“Nah, I’m good.” Duke raised his silver Yeti.

“I’m gonna roll back into bed with Tai when this is over,” Cosmo said, taking up position to King’s left.

King didn’t blame the man. He planned to do the same with Ayesha. Fuck, he really wished he could’ve stayed in bed with her and held her stomach and their little one.

“Frog’s coming in first. Two more bikes are following.” Traeger’s deep voice broke through the quiet.

Duke moved next to him on the right, all three watching the door as Frog entered. Frog held his arms up while Traeger checked him for weapons.

“It’s cool. Where do you want me?” Frog dropped his arms when Traeger finished.

“King wants you behind the bar and serving drinks. Two each, no more.” Traeger stepped aside so Frog could move around him.

From the shadowed corner, he watched Frog move with confidence. He liked the prospect a lot. The kid had proven his loyalty and had shown he had a set of balls when King threatened his co-prospect the night Ivy had come to the club with her then-boyfriend Tymber. It was a night he’d nearly lost his shit, a night they’d all found out the reason his baby brother, Duke’s twin, had committed suicide. Luke couldn’t face them with his truth. Fuck, he still had nightmares when he thought about his little brother and how different things might’ve been if Luke had felt safe enough to tell them he was gay. Sure, he might’ve been upset...at first. Being different was always hard in their world. However, he’d have accepted him and made damn sure not a fucker in their MC would’ve said a word or action against him.

Too bad he couldn’t turn back time.

Now he watched Frog, a young man who he was growing to like and respect, stand behind the bar with a hardness that showed he had been through shit in his life too. Of course, he’d also seen how he’d been watching his soon-to-be sister-in-law. They’d be talking real soon about that. Although Tiana thought she was old enough to get involved with anyone she chose, Ayesha wasn’t having it. For his part, he promised his ole’ lady he’d keep his brothers away from her baby sister until she’d seen more of the world. Whatever the fuck that meant. The girl had been kidnapped and almost became part of the sex trafficking world.

“Quit scowling, brother, or the men coming in are gonna turn around and leave,” Duke said from beside him.

King shrugged. If they left, then he’d hunt them down and slit their throats wherever he found them. He did, however, change his expression into one more of a don’t give a shit, the one he wore more for meetings with pricks like the ones coming in.

“Is this necessary?” The first man asked. The shaggy beard he sported reached his large protruding belly, looking like he could be hiding a fucking animal in it.

“If you want to meet with King, it is,” Traeger growled.

“Is King so scared of me that he’s got to have you checking everyone at the door?”

“King is a smart Prez and doesn’t allow trash in his house without ensuring it’s inspected properly.” Traeger’s voice didn’t raise or change tone as he used the metal wand over both men.

It took effort not to laugh at the anger mottling the redheaded fuckers face. Poison wasn’t good at hiding his emotions, nor was he good at lying. King didn’t know what the man was good at except trying to kill King, which he clearly wasn’t very good at either, since they’d gotten wind of it, or instead, Frog had.

“Shut the fuck up and get over here, Poison. What do you want to drink?” King spoke up, letting the men know he could hear and see them.

Poison’s head jerked toward the corner, his beady little eyes squinting. King knew the moment the fucker finally saw him, watching as the fat bastard’s shoulders went back.

“King, I didn’t see you back there. What’s with the shakedown, brother?” Poison waved a hand toward Traeger.

He wanted to punch the fucker in the cocksucker for calling him brother. Only those he respected were allowed to call him that, and the fat bastard in front of him wasn’t one of them.

Traeger sat the metal detecting wand behind the podium by the door and waited for King’s word. “Frog, bring our guests a beer. Poison, you still drinking your usual?” They knew everything about the other club. Poison was the VP. The man with him was their SAG, like Traeger. He was a big bastard but wasn’t nearly as skilled as any of King’s men.

Duke leaned down by King’s ear. “There’s four riders to the east of the gate and two others to the west.”

The whispered words were barely audible to anyone other than him, but Cosmo was made aware by the earpiece he wore. King didn’t have one or need one with his brothers next to him.

Poison and Ohio sauntered over. Well, Poison lumbered with his hefty size. Ohio moved like a soldier. Traeger took up position behind them, uncaring that Ohio didn’t like him being there.

“Morning, boys. How you doing?” King folded his hands on the scarred table before him. His beer bottle sat in front of him. He could turn it into a weapon without batting an eye.

“Let’s cut the bullshit, King. Why’d you call this meeting, and why the fuck did it have to be at the asscrack of dawn? I don’t like being threatened,” Poison growled, leaning forward while moving his beer bottle to the side.

He shifted backward, holding the bottle in one hand.

“Alright, I can appreciate that. You want to cut to the chase. I like that, too. Where’s your Prez?” King asked.

“Back at the clubhouse. He didn’t need to be here for this bullshit. Now, let’s get on with it. I got an ole’ lady waiting at home for me.” Poison winked.

King didn’t think the fucker had an ole’ lady who wanted him, but then again, he was the VP. There were always bitches who wanted to ride the cocks of men in powerful positions. “I’ve been hearing some disturbing shit about your club. You know, I’m a forgiving man. I truly am, but I”m not very forgiving when it comes to me and mine. Now, I can be lenient if you come clean and not make me pull it out of you.”

He had a vision of him pulling the fucker’s tongue out of him by the throat. The thought had him sitting back with a smile. Traeger tapped his chest three times and then again three more times, letting him know the bikers outside the gates had been taken care of. He gave a slow blink in acknowledgment.

King”s patience snapped as the seconds stretched, and Poison kept from opening his maw. He struck like a cobra, grabbing Poison by the beard while eliminating the threat of the beer bottle the other man tried to reach for. The crash of breaking glass filled the air when he swiped the beer out of reach.

The bastard should’ve known better than to leave the beard grow so long. King gripped the man”s beard, bringing him halfway across the table, slamming the VP of the other MC’s face down on the thick wood once, twice, and a third time. Ohio wasn’t fast enough to stop him, nor could he try, as Traeger had the man in a headlock with a knife at his throat before Ohio could say boo.

“Now you want to talk, Poison?” King wanted to hear the man say they had put a hit out on him.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” Poison swore.

“You’re bleeding all over my table. Your Sergeant is effectively out of commission, and you still want to lie to me? That’s a stupid thing to do, boy.” The derogatory term had Poison jerking in his hold, which only had King tightening his fingers more.

“Fuck you, pussy. I got men surrounding this place,” Poison spat.

King laughed and lifted Poison’s head. He wanted to look him in his bloodshot eyes. Blood dripped from his nose, covering his face and beard. “You mean the riders you had come shortly after you? How many did you bring? My guys took out the seven who came shortly after you and the other five who arrived a little later. If you have more coming, they’ll end up the same as them. Dead.”

“Hustle won’t be happy you killed half our brothers,” Ohio snarled.

“Your Prez shouldn’t have put a hit out on King,” Traeger said.

“He didn’t put the hit out.”

“You want to talk, Ohio?” King asked the man Traeger held.

“You do, and you’re as good as dead,” Poison snarled.

“You’re both gonna end up dead if you don’t. I don’t let men walk in here with the intent to kill me and then walk out of here alive. It’s how you”ll die; that’s the real question,” King explained, pulling the knife concealed in a hidden compartment beneath the table. The serrated edge wouldn’t be a clean cut or painless. He liked how it put the fear of god in the eyes of the man he held.

“Dead is dead, fucker. Do whatever you gotta do, but know you’re dead too,” Poison snarled.

King smiled, not a nice smile. He leaned down so that Poison could hear what he whispered. “I’ve already sent a message to your Prez. He shouldn’t have accepted the hit on me. He should’ve called me when he heard about it instead of being a little bitch and thinking he could make a buck on my head.” King cut off a hunk of the beard first so he could get to the throat of the traitorous bastard. In the MC world, we had rules. Even though these men weren’t one of his, they still should’ve respected him and his club. He’d have done it for their Prez unless the bastard was trafficking kids and shit. Drugs and arms King didn’t have a problem with. Selling women and booze, who were willing, was fine with him. It was the kidnapping, the buying, selling, and exporting, in many cases, of underage people that he and his club took down. As far as he knew, the Blind MC wasn’t a part of that. Of course, now they were taking hits aimed at him. He clearly had to reassess who was his friend and who wasn’t.

“Damn, brother, didn’t know you were a barber,” Duke said as the red beard landed by his feet.

“Just taking out the trash, brother.” King still had Poison by the back of his head. The other man’s struggles increased. One of the reasons they brought them over to the corner they were in was due to the drain that was on the floor. He had a feeling they’d be using it to hose the blood off the surfaces.

Silently, Traeger took Ohio out of the room through the kitchen. He’d decide if the man lived or not. Not once had Ohio become aggressive, nor did he seem to be all that protective of Poison. However, Poison wouldn’t be leaving the clubhouse on his feet.

“It looks like it’s just you and us, Poison. Change your mind? I might let you leave.” King lifted the big redheaded man’s head so he could see his face, blood, and all.

“Fuck you,” Poison growled. The unmistakable sound of him gathering spit like he was going to hock the shit at King was cut off by a swift slam of his face to the table. The familiar sound of bone crunching echoed around them. Yep, the fuckers nose was not like it once was.

Poison howled in pain. King was done fucking with the man and the bullshit. He didn’t need any information from him and knew he wouldn’t crack, no matter how much they tortured him. Poison was VP for a reason.

With swift movements, King flipped the bastard onto his back, pulling him across the table so that his head was hanging over the table on his side. “You signed your own death certificate the moment you took that hit. You sealed it the moment you walked in here. Tell the devil I said hi, fucker.”

King slit him from ear to ear while Duke and Cosmo held the man’s arms. He could’ve beaten him unconscious and then taken him out, but that wasn’t King’s way. They’d send a message back to the Prez of the Blind MC, letting him know he’d be next if he so much as flinched in King’s direction. Keys was working to determine who had ordered the hit and why. Until then, he’d ensure his family didn’t go anywhere without protection. Ayesha wouldn’t be leaving the property if he could help it. As for Hustle...he was no longer a friend or affiliate of the Royal Sons. The fucker and his club had better hope they didn”t run into anyone wearing their cut.

A couple of hours later, after they cleaned up the mess in the clubhouse and he’d had a hot shower, he returned to his ole’ lady. He hoped like hell she was still sleeping. King wanted to lie back down and wake up with her snuggled beside him. He’d never wanted that before, but with Ayesha, he wanted everything with her.

Inside the house, he found Tiana in the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal. “Your sister still sleeping?”

Tiana paused with the spoon in the air. “I heard her up a little while ago. She sounded like she wasn’t feeling very well, but she didn’t come out here.”

“Shit,” he groaned. He ran his hand through his damp hair and looked toward the hall leading to the primary bedroom. “I’ll make some toast and tea.”

The young girl pointed toward the stove while she chewed. He grinned when he saw the teapot. “Thanks, girl.”

“You’re a good man, King. Don’t put too much butter on the toast and make it light, not too toasted,” Tiana advised.

He nodded, making the little breakfast like he’d been instructed. Who’d have thought he’d be bossed around by a little sprite of a woman who wasn’t giving him something in return and wasn’t his woman? Well, technically, she was until she became someone else’s. He thought of how Frog looked at Tiana, and she stared at him. Ayesha didn’t like it because she didn’t want her little sister to grow up. He, however, understood better than she did that both Tiana and Frog would only hold off until they couldn’t any longer. He’d do all he could to keep Frog at bay, but her little sister was a force to be reckoned with, just as his ole’ lady was.

Walking back into his bedroom, he stopped in the entryway and stared at the sight of his future. Most who looked at Ayesha couldn’t tell she was pregnant. Nestled inside her was a part of him and her mixed together. The thought of half of him and half of her would soon be part of the world made his heart beat faster.

He’d do whatever he had to do to protect them, even kill.

“You gonna stand there all day, or are you coming to bed?”

Her sleep-sexy voice stirred him more than any other woman ever had. “I like looking at you.”

He moved toward the bed while he talked, holding the tray steady so he didn’t spill her tea while walking. “How’re you feeling, and don’t lie to me? Tiana said you weren’t feeling well earlier.”

“Tiana’s a tattletale,” she grumbled.

He settled the tray on the nightstand beside her, sitting on the edge of the bed, careful not to jostle her too much. “She’s worried. You’ve lost weight,” he said.

Ayesha was all sexy curves and gorgeous woman. He loved her body even when she’d bemoaned getting bigger when she was pregnant. He couldn’t fucking wait to see her rounded belly.

“I got a little nauseous this morning but didn’t get sick. Much,” she clarified.

King brushed a kiss over her forehead. “How’re you feeling now? I brought you some light toast and tea.” He noticed she had some crackers beside the bed.

Ayesha eyed the tray. Her eyes brightened. “That actually sounds good.”

He reached over her, placing a pillow behind her back while she sat up. Holding one triangle piece, he fed Ayesha, enjoying how she chewed each bite. After consuming two pieces, which equals one slice of bread, Ayesha shook her head, indicating she was done. He then handed her the tea.

“Ah, this is so good. You’re so good to me, King.”

He brushed his thumb over the red mark on her wrist. “You deserve better than me, but I can’t let you go.”

She put the cup on the table and turned back toward him with a frown. “You’re crazy, King. Not only are you good enough for me, but you’re probably too good. Tiana and I would be nothing if we didn’t have you. Heck, I would probably be dead, and Tiana—” she whispered, swallowing hard before continuing—”Tiana would be either dead or in a situation where she wished she were.”

He pressed his forehead against hers. “I love you, Ayesha. I do a lot of bad shit, but with you, for you and our family, I will do anything. I’ll never hurt you if I can help it.”

Ayesha lifted her arms, wrapping them around his shoulders. Her smile widened. “I know that, King. I see you looking at the marks you give me, and I know you’re thinking something crazy, and I want you to stop. I love what we do. I need you to make love to me that way. We might need to be gentler as this baby gets bigger, but I need you to promise me something.”

“Anything, baby. You can ask me anything. If it’s within my power and doesn’t hurt you, I’ll do my best to make it happen.” King kissed the corner of Ayesha’s mouth.

“Promise me you won’t stop loving me, making love to me, and loving me the way I need and how you need to love me.”

He got to his feet and paced away. “Ayesha, you don’t know what you’re saying.”

She tossed the covers off and followed him. “I do know. For crying out loud, I’m not a young girl who doesn’t know her mind.”

King turned around, shocked to find Ayesha kneeling with her thighs spread, hands palm up, and her head bowed. Fuck, he loved her. His dick jerked beneath his jeans, demanding he give her what they both wanted.

“Ayesha, you don’t know what you’re asking.” He threaded his fingers through her hair, tugging until he brought her head backward to look down into her gorgeous eyes.

She licked her lips. “I want to please you and be pleasured. My stomach is settled. I’m kinda thirsty, though.”

He didn’t miss the way she eyed the bulge in his jeans. “Undo my pants. Take my cock out and show me how thirsty you are.”

Slowly, she brought her hands up, unsnapped the top button, then pulled the zipper down, one link at a time. “Good girl,” he said while she eased the fabric apart. He hadn’t bothered with underwear after his shower. A hiss escaped him as her delicate little hand gripped his shaft.

“My, you are excited. May I?” Ayesha asked, holding him close to her lips.

“Fuck yeah.” He pressed his hips forward, nearly blowing his load at the first swipe of her delicate tongue over the crest of his cock. “Damn, Little Dove, your mouth is so sweet. Take me inside, but watch those teeth,” he warned.

“So bossy.” She breathed over his cockhead.

He tunneled both hands in her heavy locks, not allowing her the chance to say another word as he pressed inside, bumping the back of her throat. In the time they’d been together, she’d learned to take all of him, something most women couldn’t do. Her lips were stretched wide; her eyes watered, but his little dove didn’t object. Hell, she hummed, adding another layer of pleasure to what she was doing. But King didn’t want to come down her throat. A few more pumps and he’d pull out, he promised himself.

It took him five strokes in and out. “C’mere,” he ordered, bending down, and lifted her into his arms in one swoop. He walked to the enormous bed, placing her in the center, which wasn’t an easy thing with his jeans hanging around his hips.

“I wasn’t done,” Ayesha said with a pout.

“Want me to spank your fine ass before I fuck you senseless?” King leaned over her, giving her his best menacing look.

“Yes, please.”

“Fuck, I’m a lucky bastard.” He kissed that sassy mouth he couldn’t help but love, silencing her protest.