Claiming the Biker (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 9)

“Never looked at you like a booty call. Never treated you like one expect that first time when I acted like an ass. What do you want from me? Hearts and flowers? That shit ain’t me. So if you’re wanting a man who takes you to dinner and drops you off at the end of the night. That ain’t me. If you want a man who works his ass off every day to come home to you, fucks you right, and puts you on the back of his bike. Then you’ve got me.”

“You really know how to romance a girl.”

“Don’t need to romance a sure thing.”

“Do you hear the words that are coming out of your mouth? If this is how you planned to win me back you’ve got a lot to learn.”

His mouth slams down on mine, shutting me up the second his tongue tangles with mine. One hand goes up into my shirt while the other undoes my jeans. Within two heartbeats he’s got two fingers in me as I gasp into his mouth already on the verge of getting off because I’ve missed this connection we have. I’ve missed him.

“What was that you were saying about me having a lot to learn? Might not have the key to your heart. Not yet, but I have the fuckin’ key to your pussy. I might not know every little thing about you, but I’ve got all the fuckin’ time in the world to learn, princess. You said you wanted the fairytale. I can’t promise you that either. What I can promise is that as long as I’m breathing no motherfucker will ever put his hands on you again.”

“Did I say a fairytale?”

“Yeah, babe.”

“Maybe in my fairytale prince charming rides a Harley.”

This time I kiss him.

I’m claiming my biker.

“Let’s go get our dog then you can show me where we’ll be living.”

“After I properly fuck you, princess.”

Sometime later

“No weapons. No rules,” Banks announces as Viking shakes his arms out getting ready to annihilate Justice Masters.

He’s led to the pit practically kicking and screaming like a toddler who didn’t get his way as everyone boos him. The sight of him is repulsive. Not only because of who he is and what he did to me, but because Viking held true to his vow to make him suffer. His body is scarred but there’s still evil behind his eyes.

His gaze comes to me, and Viking clocks him. “Don’t fucking look at her. Look at me, motherfucker.”

As far as the world knows he’s a dirty cop who went missing after a video surfaced showing him raping and drugging several women, some of whom were found dead, and he’s suspected of their murders.

Cloud Nine is still out there and so are the men behind it. When one monster falls there’s always another ready to rise and take their place. And when they do I have no doubt that the Royal Bastards MC will be ready to take them down.

Sometimes good people have to do bad things to make the world a better place. My man is one of them. I’ve made my peace with that.

Viking shoots me a wink and I blow him a kiss.

The fight starts and Justice refuses to defend himself. He knows he’s going to die either way so why give us a show.

“If you can best me, I’ll let you walk out of here alive,” Viking tells him.

“I’m already dead. I’m done for. There are worse things than death.” Justice drops to his knees. “Get this shit over with.”

Viking doesn’t give him a coward’s way out though.

Hound and Link force Justice to his feet. Like the warrior that he is my man unleashes on him. Landing blow after lethal blow. He beats him to a bloody pulp and just when I think it’s over and Justice is down on his knees practically praying for death’s sweet release, Prodigy hands my man a sword he crafted specifically for today.

I know I should look away, but I can’t.

Time seems to move in slow motion as the sword is swung. A breeze blows through chilling the air as though the Grim Reaper himself has flown up from the depths of hell to claim a soul. With a battle cry that rings out with such rage, Viking takes off Justice Masters’ head. Blood speckles his chest as he drops the sword and pounds his chest.

No one cheers for his victory as there are no winners here today.

We lost an unborn child and Justice lost his life. So did his victims. Their families will never see him made to pay for his crimes.

Viking stomps out of the pit coming straight for me. When he reaches me, he wipes the blood of Justice Masters on my forehead, cheeks, and chin.

He gazes into my eyes with such love and pride I know I can’t deny him when he lifts me. I wrap my legs around him and kiss my man.

He carries me into the clubhouse and up the stairs to his room.

He kicks the door closed behind him and drops me on the bed. Still splattered in the blood of a man we both hate, he makes love to me.