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  Ice

  Copyright © 2020 By Scarlett Black

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  No part of this publication may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever, including but not limited to being stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means electronically, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the written permission of the author.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, groups, businesses, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  WARNING: This book contains sexual situations and VERY adult themes. Recommended for 18 and above.

  Acknowledgments

  Cover Art: Jay Aheer

  Cover Image: Lindee Robinson

  Content/Developmental Editing: Rogue Readers

  Editing: Rebecca Ernst Vazquez

  TITLE PAGE

  COPYRIGHT

  DEDICATION

  ROYAL BASTARDS CODE

  ABOUT THIS BOOK

  PROLOGUE

  ONE

  TWO

  THREE

  FOUR

  FIVE

  SIX

  SEVEN

  EIGHT

  NINE

  TEN

  ELEVEN

  TWELVE

  THIRTEEN

  FOURTEEN

  FIFTEEN

  SIXTEEN

  SEVENTEEN

  EIGHTEEN

  NINETEEN

  TWENTY

  TWENTY-ONE

  TWENTY-TWO

  TWENTY-THREE

  TWENTY-FOUR

  TWENTY-FIVE

  TWENTY-SIX

  TWENTY-SEVEN

  TWENTY-EIGHT

  TWENTY-NINE

  THIRTY

  THIRTY-ONE

  THIRTY-TWO

  EPILOGUE

  NOTE TO THE READERS

  ARE YOU BATTLE BORN?

  ROYAL BASTARDS MC SERIES SECOND RUN

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  To Author M. Merin, from the bottom of my heart, a great big thank you. I am so blessed to have met such a great friend in you. I am so happy to be included in this series and that you thought of me. This opportunity is everything.

  Special thanks to Rebecca Vazquez, girl, I am so happy that we found each other. I have enjoyed working with and growing together. Thank you, for all your help from the big things to the small ones. You rock.

  Melissa Rivera, you are my rock and kept me going. Everyday you give me support. You do so much more than edit. Don’t worry, I am working on not freaking out. And sprinkling it out like glitter throughout the day. :)

  To the Bitches Without Borders, I made it this far because of you, with every book you buy and read. Dreams do come true. Thank you.

  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.

  They say I am cold as ice.

  You could say that’s how I got my road name or the fact that no one can get through my thick ruthless exterior.

  I’ve done gruesome things that even the devil would be disgusted by. The demons that reside within demand that I release them no matter the cost.

  I don’t know what it’s like to love. I don’t believe that it actually exists. Life ain’t no damn fairytale.

  I’ve seen beautiful women, and I’ve been with lots of them.

  But it’s the pain in her eyes that I crave to consume.

  I want it all, her flesh, heart, and soul. I may lose everything to keep her.

  But even the fires of hell couldn’t keep me away. I would battle even my Brothers just to protect her.

  She’s mine for better or for worse.

  Two years ago…

  All the Battle Born Presidents sit around the table at the Las Vegas clubhouse. Stryker, the Mother Chapter President, sits at the head of the table, followed by the Reno Prez, Blade, Fuego, the Sacramento Prez, and me, Ice, the President of the Elko Chapter of the Battle Born MC.

  “Rancid agreed to patch over the Elko clubhouse to the Royal Bastards MC,” Stryker informs us. It’s a decision we all hesitated to make. One that I want to avoid but know that it is here nonetheless. We share the profits and it allows us ties into their resources. Being sister chapters, they will also exchange property for us to expand Battle Born into their territory. The biggest reason is the ATF agents hidden in plain sight looking for the Cartel King we buried in the desert. Since the war between the Cartel and the Battle Born MC got hot, they’ve been on our ass. This shift will get the scent off our brothers, and deliver retribution quietly to those who deserve it.

  I hated to leave Battle Born behind, but on the other hand, the Royal Bastards have been in my blood for a long time. Drawing way back into my youth, it was circumstances that brought me to the Battle Born clubhouse first, but it seems the past has come a-calling and is dragging me back to my roots. Time for the devil to collect his dues. Battle Born has had bad blood with the cartel over the years, so this change is making for stronger security for us at the border. It’s a game of chess, and if it stops the bloodshed, I will do it to keep men alive and out of prison. It is what needs to happen. Alliances will strengthen our borders and weaken our enemies.

  It was a strategic move to join the MCs together, making our national ties even stronger. As long as I have my cut and my brothers at my back, I will wear it proudly.

  They all look at me for our chapter’s vote, there is no going back. “We voted Aye.”

  The Elko clubhouse is now property of the Royal Bastards MC.

  Ice

  They say I’m a fucking bastard. I’m not. There are reasons I am the way I am. Cold hard fucking truths about life have made the dick most see me as. Fuck them and fuck you if you believe them. You probably should though, I will take your life for any reason that I see fit. I am the Prez of the Royal Bastards MC, Elko chapter.

  It’s time to get lost in the haze of the hours that swirl by. Blowing out the long drag of bud from my lungs, I smirk at Tina, the blonde-haired biker bitch who rides my dick at my will. Her hair swings wide to the right. She is as broken as me. It is what makes us work. Tina is a showcase of dark desires, wearing nothing from head to toe.

  My fingers tangle into the silky strands of her hair. Tina bites her lip and pulls her body to mine, straddling my lap. Nothing is left to the imagination with her pink pussy on full display for me. I lick up her neck in one long line to her chin. She breathes out a moan of satisfaction. She grinds her pussy over my jeans while her hands push my cut as far back as possible. No bitch is allowed to touch the cut. “You know the rules,” I snarl at the cunt. Gone is her chance to have the happy ending I’m getting.

  Abruptly, I stand and carry her over to the pool table, dropping her on her ass
as a ball is hit and skids past, barely missing her. The balls scatter around her body and she becomes part of the game. I pull my zipper down just enough to get my dick out. If she is hurt and stops me from getting what I want, I’ll drop the motherfucker stupid enough to take that shot.

  Pulling a condom out of my pants, I rip it open with my teeth before sheathing my steel cock. My nails dig into her thighs, pulling Tina to me. Her hands are behind her back, making her arch her pierced tits toward me.

  In one thrust, I bury myself in her balls deep. I take everything from her body. Every piece becomes mine. I feed off her excitement, the lust that oozes from her pores. Biting down on her nipple, I gradually ease away, dragging my teeth along her flesh until I meet metal, my tongue swirling around the bud. She groans and rocks her hips, wanting more and expecting it. With a quick bite, I release the pain and rain down all I can, pounding into her body with mine. It’s not enough. I crave more. I need to see the flash of pain in her eyes. Instead of holding onto her, I grip the edge of the pool table.

  The ball cracks and drops into a pocket in the background, but I am too far gone. I need the release, the view of something else, a reprieve from the ugliness inside. The demons chase me. Endless faces of the dead. Men I have killed. Brothers I have buried. All their faces never-ending and always with me. I hammer my cock into her with a force that would make most women cry. She holds herself up, because if she doesn’t, we’ll never fuck again. Tina winces when I bring my weight down onto her with my next thrust. Her eyes dilate and the adrenaline to survive floods her bloodstream. I want it. If I could drink it from her body, I would.

  The last shot is taken and the ball comes barreling from the opposite end of the pool table toward her hand. My hand darts out and I take her by her neck. Choking her with my grip, I pull her toward me just in time. Tina chokes on air, gasping for life. My dick twitches before I come. I don’t let go of her neck for as long as I can before it is too much for her. Her hand, at least, was saved from a broken finger.

  My hold loosens and her lungs fight for air, inflating as fast as she can gather life back into them. A tear leaks out of the corner of her eye. I can’t stop myself from taking it into my mouth with a swipe of my tongue. Tina holds on tight, not only to me but to the life she just seen flash before her eyes.

  Pulling out, I tuck myself away and zip up. Leaving her where she’s at, I stomp around the table to the stupid fuck who almost hurt her. Chains knows what’s coming and braces himself for my fist that flies for his face. If you have punched a person before, you know it hurts. Every bone in my hand protests with the blow I deliver to his cheekbone. His head snaps back, but he stays on his feet.

  Had he fallen, Chains would find out what my boot tastes like. Done for the night, I head off to my room frustrated. The same shit, just a different day. Something needs to change and soon, before killing becomes a pastime to break up the boredom. Over thirty years, I’ve chased ass, drugs, and cash. It’s been a train wreck of chaos, losing its luster after all these years. I still have a lot of life left. It’s time for something new—I just don’t know what that is yet.

  Ice

  My head pounds from the whiskey and drugs. Cottonmouth is a side effect from all that I did the night before. Hitting fifty-five this year, my body is telling me to slow the fuck down, but I can’t ever. Rest is for the dead. After I wash my face and brush my teeth, I dress in my workout clothes, a loose tank and shorts.

  Stretching out in my room, I chug a full bottle of water before I hit the trail out back behind the clubhouse, a tough terrain through the mountain. My lungs burn and protest with the incline. The workout is a bruising punishment after the night I had. My feet pound into the dirt, kicking up dust. After three miles, my blood pressure picks up and I am in the zone to chase the last three. I push myself all the way back to the clubhouse before I lift weights. Today is arm day and I stack the weights on the bench.

  I’m almost done when my VP, River, walks in with his phone in his hand. “Prez, Blade needs to speak with you.”

  Sitting up from the bench, I whip my shirt off to dry my hands and face before taking the phone from him. “Ice.”

  “Hey,” Blade starts. “The coyote is in Las Vegas. Harley is supposed to be down there for some gig she got. Can you take her?” The coyote is code for the investor on stateside who has been helping the Cartel with funds and connections. He has been hard to trace.

  “Did I just fucking hear you ask me, the Prez, to babysit an Ol’ Lady?” I’m fucking with Blade. Harley’s Ol’ Man was the VP of the Battle Born Las Vegas chapter. Mad Max had an accident and died a few years back. She’s a good woman. This is about business, but if we are being listened to, we make the call as casual as possible while getting the information across.

  “Quit fucking around. I know you’ll be here by sundown.” ATF has been snooping around them, and let’s just say I’ve been cleaning up. That way, Battle Born has been appearing clean while we tie up loose ends. Plus, it’s been a good trade-off, keeping our clubs flush with cash.

  “Or what? You’ll tell your fuckin’ dad on me? Is he heading up for your new little brat to be born?” I poke at him a little for kicks. Blade’s the son of Stryker, the Prez of the Battle Born Mother Chapter.

  “Nah, I’ll kick your ass myself. Stryker and most of the Battle Born will be here.” Meaning a hit on the man won’t blow back on them.

  Blade’s cocky response causes a deep chuckle to erupt from my chest. “Be there soon.” Passing the phone back to River, I ask, “You got the clubhouse while I’m gone?”

  “Aye, brother. Stay out of trouble.” River claps my back and heads out. Since I’ve got a long ride across the state of Nevada, I decide to take a shower and slam an energy drink before I hit the road to Reno.

  Harley

  “I still can’t believe they want me for the cover of the magazine. It’s been years since I’ve modeled.” I complain a bit, frustrated and self-conscious of my body. Vegas, Blade’s wife, drops a spoon into her bowl and Dana gazes at me with a confused look on her face.

  “You’re crazy,” Dana informs me. She is married to my son, Axl. “You may not have the crazy super lean supermodel body from twenty years ago, but you’re hot as hell!”

  “I still can’t believe I agreed. When my old manager reached out to me, she was more excited than me.” I was too shocked to comprehend the words and what they meant. It also struck a chord inside. I modeled at a time when the world was perfect. I had it all, a future still with Maddox. I met him at a bike shoot in downtown Las Vegas. It was a live shoot and the steamy gaze from him captured me in an instant. I can remember the details like it was just yesterday.

  “Turn a little to your left and look over your shoulder,” the camera man instructs. The fan picks up my long blonde hair and wisps it around my face.

  A lean muscular biker stands with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes are glued to my exposed flesh and the tiny red string bikini. My heart beats in my chest in response to his piercing stare. The flex of his biceps when he notices my attention is solely on him in the crowd of men around him causes me to gasp.

  “That’s it, more of that,” the camera man interrupts us momentarily. Something in his cocky smile calls to me and dares me to show off more. Biting my lip, I tease him back and take on the dare. I pose in ways that would make the cover on a different kind of magazine, not for motorcycles.

  The erotic display causes the crowd to thicken and the excitement from the catcalls and whistles changes the environment to electrifying. I work every part of my body over the display bike for sale. It was to be auctioned off on-stage after the shoot. My manager bounces from foot-to-foot, knowing this is a huge moment for me.

  Once the pictures are captured and the emcee comes on, the stage darkens, casting a spotlight on me to model the bike for the sale. Behind us, the screen lights up and the photos of me flash on the backdrop. It’s all a haze because all I can see is the man who has dared me to
take it all, leaving nothing here. My body is draped and grinding on the bike he intends on buying.

  “Twenty thousand dollars,” he hollers. “I’ll pay more, because…she…belongs to me.”

  Most would think he was talking about the bike my hands are gripping to hold me up, but the biker’s intent is me. The fluttering in my chest is unbearable. The anticipation of this flirty game we started has a cost and what will that be? Not that I could stop myself even if I want to.

  “Sold,” the emcee declares.

  The biker should head into the office and write out a check for his bid, but he doesn’t. He places both hands at the edge of the stage and jumps up. With every step, he commands attention and purpose. His cocky smile is in full force. In return, my lips pick up and I smile back, my cheeks feeling the strain. His swagger is intoxicating.

  What I didn’t expect was what came next. I thought he would claim his new motorcycle. He claimed me. Large, strong, calloused hands graze my waist and protectively hold me to him. Into my ear, he whispers, “I’d give everything I own to do that all over again.”

  My fingers hold on to this hulky sweet man when his lips take mine. His patch says, ‘Mad Max’ and he is as crazy as they get.

  I push aside the pain, not wanting to relive the despair that festers inside like a cancer that will never leave my body. The day Maddox died from a tragic accident, a piece of me went with him. When I look at Axl, our son, he is him. Except his eyes, which are green like mine. But his hair and features are all his father’s. My heart burns with regret. Time was stolen along with my happiness. If it weren’t for Axl and his family, I would be a leaf blowing in the wind.