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

“All right. Let’s go to my office.”

“Prodigy. You’re with us,” I tell the brother as he squeezes Shiloh’s ass.

“Later. Keep that pussy wet for me.” He laughs.

“I’ll keep her entertained,” Static tells him and the two of them start bumping chests.

“No time for the two of you to fight over pussy.” I slam a palm into Prodigy’s chest and push him down the hall.

Our group files into Pre’s office. It’s crowded but we make it work.

“We having some secret circle jerk I wasn’t aware of?” Link pushes into the room.

“What’s this about?” Prez studies our audience.

“I want your permission to take out Justice Masters.”

“Now we’re talking.” Prodigy grins.

Andi hands her phone over to him to comb through the files saved in her cloud that are associated with her security cameras.

I recount Andi’s story while we wait. The room erupts into chaos when I tell them he fucking tried to rape her, and the result of that attempt and attack ended in the loss of our child.

Hazel and Wylla crowd Andi crying and snotting around. Prez orders them to take Andi upstairs. This isn’t the place for them right now.

I nod for her to go with them.

Next time I see her it’ll be to give her that fuck’s head along with his cock and balls.

Prodigy pulls up the footage.

Prez and I watch that motherfucker putting his hands all over my woman. When Andi headbutts Justice Prez mutters under his breath, “knew I liked her.”

The next video is of her sprawled at the bottom of the stairs where I fucked her unmoving. “We’ve seen enough. Get everyone together. We’ll take the van.”

We roll down the street where Justice resides.

“Looks like we may be too late,” Link states as we drive by the fucker’s house. The front screen door has been busted out.

“We stick to the plan,” Prez orders.

Link parks at the end of the block and we exit the van armed and ready to grab this walking dead man.

We move along the backside of the fence line.

Smoke cuts the power to the house while Hound and Link case the house to locate the prick. Once they have him, I move in. Prodigy, Prez, and East go through the home taking anything they can that might be of use. Computers, phones, flash drives.

Link and Hound have Justice on his knees in his bedroom with a gag shoved down his throat.

“Time to pay for your sins,” I grit in his face then I knock him the fuck out.

We load him into the van and ride out.

Hound and Link drag his ass to the basement to a room we don’t use often but when we do not all who enter leave breathing. Any weapon you could want to torture a motherfucker hangs on the wall.

It’ll take weeks maybe months to comb through the asshole’s files but what he did to Andi is proof enough that he’s a twisted fuck and deserves to die.

They strip him down and strap him to the crucifix. Smoke waves smelling salts under his nose.

His eyes pop open and I yank the gag out his mouth.

It takes him a couple of minutes to get with the program.

“You’ve just signed your death warrant.” He spits at me.

“Nah, motherfucker. You signed yours the second you touched my woman and tried to poison her with your lies. But I’ll give credit where it’s due. You managed to get in her head enough for her to leave me. Slick shit with that tale about your wife. But tell me. How does this feel?”