Bloody Mine (Royal Bastards MC, #2) Read online

  Copyright © 2021 Nikki Landis

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Cover by Gray Creations

  Models: Timothy & Ashley Genz

  Photographer: KayLa Ruiz Photography

  Edited by Kathy Denver, iPublishGlobal

  Table of Contents:

  Author’s Note

  Royal Bastards MC Code

  Playlist

  Prologue

  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

  Epilogue

  Tonopah, NV Chapter

  Sneak Peek Papa Noel

  About the Author

  Bloody Mine is the second part of Bodie and Sasha’s story. When I first wrote

  The Biker’s Gift, it was meant as an introduction into the Royal Bastards MC Tonopah, Nevada Chapter. The novella has never felt complete to me and I wanted to give Bodie and Sasha a story the fans would enjoy. Readers have expressed a desire to learn more and I’m happy to complete their story. Part 2 is set around Valentine’s Day. The events take place between The Biker’s Gift and Ridin’ for Hell. There’s dark and gritty content and is intended for mature readers only. I hope you enjoy the book and continue with the series. Patriot’s story is coming July 2021 in Hell’s Fury. There’s much more to come for Grim and his Reapers.

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  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.

  Bloody Valentine – Machine Gun Kelly

  Miracle – Nonpoint

  Trouble’s Coming – Royal Blood

  Dynamite – Any Given Sin

  Listen to Your Heart – Through Fire

  Some Kind of Ghost – Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

  Intercorrupted – Ra

  World On Fire – Daughtry

  Carry On – Avenged Sevenfold

  Faith – Ghost

  Stand By Me – Ki:Theory

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  The past can always come back to haunt you.

  Bodie has learned that the hard way.

  Two months ago, he met a ghost from his past and everything was turned upside down.

  Sasha rocked his world.

  To keep her safe, he’d do anything.

  Bodie’s never been afraid to seek vengeance. Now there’s more reason than ever.

  He’s always been a wildcard. A man who makes his own luck.

  When Sasha’s life is in danger, he doesn’t hesitate to protect his woman.

  But one simple choice brings a shocking realization he doesn’t see coming.

  And the Royal Bastard isn’t prepared for the unexpected surprise.

  Love isn’t always easy. Sacrifice demands a price.

  This Valentine’s Day Bodie and Sasha hunt with the Reaper, and he’s one hell rider on a mission.

  Fuck!

  My mind scrambled to make sense of the chaos unfolding in front of my eyes. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not the wreckage that remained of Bodie’s Harley. The broken glass littering the ground. Even the skid mark imbedded in the inky asphalt that stretched far beyond the muted lemon-yellow light of the streetlamp.

  My gaze skittered over the gravel of the road and found the puddle of dark crimson next to Bodie’s body. He wasn’t moving. Blinking, my fingers stretched across the ground, skimming over the coppery scented fluid that trailed all the way up to the wound on his chest.

  A gunshot.

  Shit. Shit. Shit.

  Bile rose up in my throat and I tried to turn on my side, groaning as a wave of pure agony swept across my back and lower limbs. My vision blurred, then cleared as I swallowed hard, trying not to completely lose my shit.

  “Bodie,” I whispered, chest heaving as I managed to roll over to my right and my fingertips grazed the soft leather of his cut.

  He didn’t stir.

  Taking a couple of breaths to steady my nerves, I focused my attention on the surface of his chest, desperate to find a rise and fall. Breathe, please.

  Nothing.

  How long could a person stay alive and unconscious if they weren’t breathing? Didn’t I read somewhere that you had four minutes before permanent brain damage? How long had I been lying here before I woke up?

  “No, no,” I wailed aloud at the thought that Bodie was gone. “I just found you.”

  Tears filled my eyes, but I didn’t have the strength or will to lift my hands and swipe the droplets away as a few slipped free and dribbled down my cheeks.

  “I don’t want to live without you.”

  The words tumbled with desperation and sorrow from my lips. I flopped onto my back, ignoring the stiffness of my movements as I stared up at the cruel, cold visage of the moon. Clouds dipped and danced, brushing across in a lighthearted banter, playful and teasing while mocking my current situation.

  A groan escaped my lips as the pain in my body spread throughout every cell and organ all the way to my fingers and toes. Was this the end? Would I die here next to the man I loved without the ability to hear his voice one more time? Or feel his addictive touch?

  A motorcycle rumbled in the distance and I knew the bike was heading this way. Several more engines joined the first. A herald of steel beasts that would finish what they started.

  It would all be over soon.

  Death would come on his fiery metal stallion and reap my sinful soul.

  Choking on the knowledge, I lifted my hand high enough to flip off the useless moon and the hell rider that would steal my last breath.

  Fuck you!

  I wasn’t going to die that easily . . .

  THREE DAYS EARLIER –

  “You’re sure?” I asked for the second time, clarifying the information Rael had just given. “You’ve got be sure.”

  “Fuck,” he cursed, “You think I would bother you with this shit if I wasn’t?”<
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  “No,” I exhaled on a grunt, scrubbing a hand down my face. “Does Grim know?”

  “Yeah. Called him first.”

  Right. Then it was legit.

  All my worrying since Christmas, the nagging feeling to watch my back, and the uneasy sensation in my gut that just wouldn’t go away – it all had a reason.

  A reason I’d been hoping to avoid.

  “Bodie?” Rael’s voice was gruff, but I could still hear the underlying concern in his tone.

  “I’m here.”

  “You’re not sayin’ a damn thing.”

  He was right. I wasn’t the type of guy to keep my opinions to myself when shit was about to go down but that had changed the moment my heart decided to jump on the same page as my dick.

  Fuck.

  Sasha Pratt blew into my life like a wild, out of control brushfire – hot, steamy, unpredictable – and I was powerless to resist her.

  I tried to convince myself it was the fact that she was the ghost of the dead woman I had loved, but the truth was Sasha was nothing like Suraya. Sure, the identical twins were both beautiful with long, black hair, legs that stretched for miles up to an ass that was made for my hands to grasp, and electric green eyes that saw deep into my soul.

  But Sasha was different.

  My dick jumped to attention at the mere thought of her. She brought out a wild, carnal, fiercely protective side I’d never felt with any other woman.

  Even her sister.

  Truth was, it was fucked-up.

  Falling for my ol’ lady’s twin wasn’t what I pictured for my future after Suraya died but that’s just what happened. Maybe I was tired of living with a ghost. My head hadn’t been right since all that shit went down with Acid and the Scorpions. Sure, I got my revenge on those assholes but all it did was kick up a hornet’s nest of bullshit and more drama.

  Razr was out for blood now and he was waiting for the perfect time to exact his vengeance. Not a brother in the club doubted that fact. Second, el maestro’s cousin Jorge Vasquez had gotten the news about Hector’s death. The two had been as close as brothers. It was a mistake not to have hunted him down first but Grim didn’t want to stir the pot any more than had already been done.

  Now Jorge was in town. He didn’t use his real name. Much like Hector, he chose to let his road name speak for his ruthless nature – Chamuco. The word translated into ‘devil’. He never left loose ends. My girl was a loose end.

  Sasha was in danger. Again.

  When she was kidnapped by Acid right before Christmas, I fuckin’ lost it. Only unleashing my Reaper had brought any satisfaction but not for long. My skin began to itch with the need to protect what was mine and my lip curled up in a snarl, the dark energy of my Reaper hovering close enough to burst free at any moment.

  I didn’t like this. Not one bit.

  “What you want me to say, Rael? That I’m pissed? That I need to fuck up this asshole before he gets to Sasha?” Seething, I could barely do more than growl out my response.

  “Fuck. I know all that shit, Bodie. Just need to know where your head is at.”

  Just because he was SAA didn’t mean I had the same level of inclusion with him that I did with Grim. Did I trust Rael? Yes. Did I know he had my back? Fuck yeah. But he also bugged the ever living fuck out of me and he knew it. Rael got off on that shit and it was a source of tension between us.

  “I’m on my way to talk to pres.”

  Rael sighed and I knew he was frustrated. “Got it.”

  I ended the call before I said something that would piss him off. Wouldn’t be too hard.

  The rest of the ride to the Crossroads was mercifully silent. Nothing other than the cool breeze and bright sunshine overhead. At least there wasn’t any snow. February was an unpredictable month on occasion and I hated to be caught out in a storm.

  Thoughts of Sasha swirled in my head and I was tempted to call her but knew she was still at work. I hated the fact that she didn’t let me support her but loved her fierce independent nature and insistence that she make her own money. Still kept that fuckin’ apartment she shared with Trish too.

  Sasha was everything I wanted in a woman from her sexy full curves to her sassy mouth.

  Everything about us was hot, heavy, and fast since the night I took her into my bed, and I didn’t regret it. But the sex wasn’t all I wanted from her. When she looked into my eyes, I felt a connection. One that was as unexpected as it was special.

  Made me realize that my relationship with Suraya had been entirely physical. We fucked constantly but there wasn’t much else that held us together. Booze. Parties. Sex. No pressure or commitment. I’d been happy about that at the time but now that I was with Sasha my perspective had changed.

  I wanted something real with her.

  Something that wasn’t based on how hard and fast I could get her off. Not that I was complaining. I needed Sasha’s pussy every damn day for the rest of my life. The second those thoughts sank in I knew I was in deep.

  This was why it was so fuckin’ important that I protected what was mine. I wasn’t losing another woman that I loved. I couldn’t. It would fuckin’ end me if Sasha died. My Reaper would go on a killing rampage and I’d probably end up facing Lucifer Morningstar far sooner than I ever planned.

  Yeah, you had that right. The motherfuckin’ devil. The one who was responsible for every contract a Reaper signed. Our blood oath to do his will and reap souls. I signed that dotted line with blood from my own wound and I didn’t regret a single second since. Took out the murdering rapist who killed my younger sister Missy and not a day went by that I didn’t smile at the thought he was rotting in hell and eternally tormented by Lucifer himself.

  My Reaper rumbled with satisfaction. Justice had been served. An eye for an eye.

  My life’s purpose had been significantly altered, the same as every one of my brothers. I lived and breathed the darkness. Being a Reaper was the one thing that made sense in my life until Sasha. Now I had two reasons to ensure the Scorpions went down and Chamuco was only a single rung on that rickety ladder. I’d make sure every single piece was torn apart until Razr had nothing left and he was at the mercy of Grim and the club. When his soul was finally reaped, the Crossroads would finally find peace.

  For now, I had to settle for Chaumco.

  Once I was back at the Crossroads, I didn’t hesitate to search for Grim. Found him in the chapel, tossing back a shot of Jameson as he stared off in space, puffing on a cigarette but not really focusing on the drag.

  “Grim.”

  He glanced my way, ticking his chin in greeting. “Bodie.”

  I didn’t waste time. Wasn’t necessary. “Chamuco is in Nevada. There’s no way he won’t come to Tonopah.”

  Grim was seated in his chair. He put out the smoke and folded his arms across his chest as he scowled. “You’re not going after him, Bodie.”

  That statement was proof of how close our brotherhood ran. I didn’t have to sort out the shit in my head and neither did he. Grim knew I was fucked-up over the news that Chamuco was in Nevada and I was more than ready to throw down. I knew he was missing Trish and messed up over her leaving. Neither of us needed to elaborate.

  Jaw locked, I gave a stiff nod, not bothering to lie to my brother and best friend, not to mention my pres.

  “Bodie,” he warned.

  “I didn’t say I was going after him.”

  “Christ. You didn’t say you weren’t either.” Grim inhaled a deep breath and then released it slowly. “This shit can’t blow back on the club. You know that. We’ve got enough trouble with the Scorpions.”

  His vendetta against our rival was a sore subject. “I know.”

  “It’s never fucking ending with Razr. Acid’s death is only gonna ramp shit up.”

  “Understood.”

  “You’ve got to back off, Bodie.”

  Pissed, I brought up the past, only slightly sorry to dredge up painful memories. “And if it was Trish in danger? What
then?”

  Grim blew out a breath. “Fuck.” He stood up, flinging back his chair in a rush. “You think that’s not fucking with my head? I have a club to run. I can’t afford to be careless or let my emotions rule my fuckin’ choices.”

  He was right.

  Didn’t change the circumstances or how I felt.

  I snatched my smokes from my cut and lit up, puffing away as I tried not to lose my temper. My Reaper was still far too near to making an appearance and I knew Grim sensed how close I was to the edge.

  The nicotine did little to soothe my agitation. “I get what you’re sayin’, brother. I do.”

  Grim paced the length of the chapel, clearly frustrated. “He’s got to make the first move. I know that doesn’t sit well but it’s how shit is gotta be.”

  “Because of his connections,” I spat, bitter as fuck because it meant I was put on a fucking leash.

  “You know he’s Salazar’s man. His club has connections to the Cartel.”

  “So what if the Primal Rage MC is owned by Salazar? That’s their bullshit to sort out.”

  “Not really, especially if Chamuco patches in completely with the Scorpions. Up until now he’s been more of a nomad with Primal. But he still has a tight connection with Razr and that means he’s also on Salazar’s radar.”

  Fuck. He couldn’t be a member of two clubs at once which meant he was probably going to become a full patch with the Scorpions out of vengeance alone. “You think he’s gonna do it?”

  “It’d be a smart move for Chamuco. A foot in both clubs and answering to more than Salazar alone.”

  Scrubbing a hand down my face, all I wanted to do was end the threat against my woman and it wasn’t going to happen.

  “Salazar doesn’t want anything to mess with his supply business. It’s Guerrero Cartel territory. We have an understanding, Bodie. Chamuco has to break that contract first. If he jeopardizes Salazar’s coke, hell will rein down upon him. Hell, they may take him out for you.”

  I snorted. “I’m not that fuckin’ lucky.”

  “If shit goes down, it can’t start with us.”

  His final verdict issued, there was nothing I could say to change his mind.