Diesel: Royal Bastards MC Flagstaff Chapter (Book 3) (Royal Bastards MC: Flagstaff AZ Series)

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  Diesel: Royal Bastards MC Flagstaff Chapter (Book 3)

  Copyright 2020 Maura O’Brien

  Cover by Lou Gray

  Edited: Edits by Erin

  ISBN: 978-1-953088-08-6

  I’m not sure if you know this, but there are some authors that write together.

  We do what we call ‘sprints’. While we are each writing our own books, we let the other person know our word count at the beginning and end of a twenty-minute period, then take a short break and go again.

  Over and over.

  Teagan Brooks

  Not only sprinted the second half of this book with me,

  she was the best cheerleader a girl could ask for.

  Thank you.

  Diesel:

  Royal Bastards MC

  Flagstaff Chapter

  Book 3

  ROYAL BASTARDS CODE

  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.

  ROYAL BASTARDS MC SERIES

  THIRD RUN

  K.L. Ramsey: Ratchet’s Revenge

  Chelle C . Craze & Eli Abbott: Cocked Hammer

  Nikki Landis: Hell’s Fury

  M. Merin: Diesel

  Kristine Allen: Chains

  KE Osborn: Seeking Shadows

  Scarlett Black: River

  Erin Trejo: Bleed for Me

  Crimson Syn: Afflicted with Desire

  J.Lynn Lombard: Torch’s Torment

  Glenna Maynard: Taken by the Biker

  K Webster: Dragon

  Khloe Wren: Flood of Bravery

  Rae B. Lake: Chaos and Paradise

  Misty Walker: Bexley’s Biker

  J.L. Leslie: Worth the Pain

  Nicole James: Climbing the Ranks

  Ker Dukey: Carnage

  Deja Voss: Steel Resurrection

  Elle Boon: Royally Inked

  Jessica Ames: Into the Flames

  Shannon Youngblood: Sex and Candy

  B.B. Blaque: Southern Ballz

  K.L. Savage: Raven

  Izzy Sweet & Sean Moriarty: Broken Lines

  E.C. Land: Spiral into Chaos

  Jax Hart: Desert Heat

  Royal Bastards MC Facebook Group - https://www.facebook.com/groups/royalbastardsmc/

  Website- https://www.royalbastardsmc.com/

  Diesel’s Rules to Live by:

  Follow the Royal Bastards Code to the day I die

  I will not fuck another man’s wife or Ol’ Lady

  I will not fuck the same stripper twice

  Never owe anyone, anything

  If I ever become a father, I’ll be with my child every step of the way

  Chapter 1

  Diesel

  “You good?” I ask CoCo, feeling her nod before sliding my arm out from under her neck. “You wanna stay here or should I get Light to drive you home?”

  My second question causes her back to arch as she stretches her arms above her head and her legs straight down as long as they can go. The sheet slides lower, exposing her perfect breasts and I wish I had time to go another round with her.

  “You didn’t give me time to finish my beer earlier. I’m fine to drive, I’ll just take a quick shower,” she says, rolling away from me, reaching for the pile of her clothes next to the bed. Her long, brown hair nearly creates an arrow, directing my eyes down to the sight of her ass cheeks, making me groan with need as she lets out a sigh. “And I’m stealing one of your shirts since you keep ripping mine off.”

  “You don’t get naked fast enough,” I say, smirking at her.

  “Me getting naked, slow and sensually, makes us all money,” she sasses back, throwing a smile over her shoulder and suddenly the image of my ‘Property of’ ink on the pale, blank canvas of her back pops into my mind so strongly that I have to shake my head to push it away.

  “You around tomorrow night?” I ask her.

  “Nah, I have a shift at The Office,” CoCo says before ducking into my bathroom; a second later, she pops her head out to blow me a kiss before disappearing again and the sound of the shower is my cue to exit.

  It’s just as well, I think. Surprised that I thought about hooking up with her again so soon. I slip into clean clothes and head down to the basement for another night of torture.

  Past a door that few have access to, I turn off into the room I’ve set up to track down the human traffickers that are apparently better organized than what we had expected to find. Axel made me swear that I won’t stop until the bastards responsible are in the room down the hall—under Wolfman’s knives and the other assortment of sick shit he uses on our enemies.

  I take a deep breath to steady myself, but know better and reach for the bottle of whiskey in the bottom drawer. I take a long drag on that before turning on the monitors to see what my contacts and independent searches have turned up during the hours I searched for peace in CoCo’s arms.

  She came to town with a bunch of other strippers, all looking for a fresh start. They’d previously worked for another one of our East Coast Chapters and we needed an influx of experienced dancers to get our new branches of The Office opening around the state.

  CoCo was originally slated to move down to Phoenix, but she became instant friends with some of the Ol’ Ladies and they convinced her to stay up here. Personally, I can’t remember the last time I had to work so hard to get a woman into my bed; even getting her to ca
ll or text me back after we started fucking has been equally frustrating.

  It’s barely been a handful of times that I’ve convinced her to come up to my room, and I know she ain’t sleeping with anyone else, but more than anything, I can’t figure out what it is about her that made me break my third rule of my personal ten commandments.

  I will not fuck the same stripper twice.

  That’s one of the important ones to me too, right below:

  I will not fuck another man’s wife or Ol’ Lady. MC Brother or not, adultery is not a game I want any part of, so I guess the nuns that raised me got some of their creed through my thick skull.

  Shaking away thoughts of her sweet ass and tits, knowing that I’m delaying the inevitable, I log onto the dark web and start chasing leads no sane man wants any part of.

  CoCo

  Fuck.

  That man is under my skin in the best possible way. I groan when the hot water hits me and slowly start to wash our time together off of my body. No amount of scrubbing is going to remove him from my mind.

  We made it through three rounds before I knew he was getting restless to get back to work, there were short naps mixed in there; we go at it hard when we fuck, so some rest is needed. I refuse to consider that ‘sleeping together’ though, especially since I swore never to sleep with any man, not again; so, surely a quick catnap doesn’t count.

  Drying off, I pull my jeans on and toss my underwear into my purse before crossing to his dresser. The first shirt I see is my favorite one, his Cubs World Champions shirt. As much as I want to swipe this one, I know he’ll be watching the monitors and would undoubtedly chase me down and tear it off of me before I made it to my car.

  I opt for my second favorite in his collection: There’s a special place in Hell for me. It’s called a throne.

  I pull the end of the shirt up and tie it together so I can make it through the crowd downstairs without my walk of shame being too obvious. A rubber band and a quick twist of my wrist, turns my wet hair into a cute updo and with a final look in the mirror, I click the lock on the door and head on down to the party.

  “CoCo!” Marcella screams out as I try to dodge through all the bodies near the pool tables. “Come join us!”

  Busted.

  Ignoring the smirks of men who’ve seen me dancing at The Office, I keep my shoulders back and my head held high as I cross over to my girls.

  “I’m going to invest in one of those portable fire escape ladders,” I say, frowning at the women who have become my friends as I sink down onto the booth beside Joey. “Connie, share the wealth, huh?”

  She’s laughing and I’m sure, coming up with a zinger as she pours me a beer from the pitcher beside her.

  “What’s the occasion?” I ask, holding up the SOLO cup. The Bastards only resort to plastic when they’re expecting a larger crowd than normal.

  “They’ve officially buried the hatchet with the Hades Knights,” Joey explains, rolling her eyes. “And since this is the larger clubhouse, we’re hosting the party for the next few days.”

  “That must be a relief!” I add a little dramatic flair to my sarcastic response. When I hear news like this, I also start calculating what that’ll mean as far as more men and more tips at work. I click my tongue in approval.

  Joey has rolled her eyes at my comment and I can’t help but smile at her. She was the first Ol’ Lady I met when I got out here and I was later shocked when I heard about her past from some of the others. You’d think that someone raised with a silver spoon would be a judgmental bitch, but she couldn’t have been sweeter. Well, sweet with a side of sass, that is.

  The second time I met her, I had parked behind the clubhouse, only to find her between me and the back door, trying to control her sobs. I tried to back away, but she looked up and something flashed across her face, propelling me forward to hug her. Joey had just gotten off the phone with her mother and was trying to compose herself before she went back inside.

  “Sorry,” she said after hiccupping in my ear. “Axel will get upset if he knows I’ve been crying.”

  “I have laxatives we can crush up and put in his beer, if he’s the one that got you crying,” I offered, hoping she wouldn’t take me up on that.

  Her giggle soon turned into an all-out laugh. “No, it was my mom. I don’t know why I even pick up the phone.”

  “I guess some part of us always wants to believe our mom, or family, will come through for us,” I say quietly, completely understanding her in this moment and her eyes dart up to mine, searching for my truth. A few seconds pass before she slowly nods.

  “I have this picture of her holding me when I was a baby, she looked so happy. I loved it because it was proof of how much she cared about me,” Joey said slowly, as if unsure about trusting this story to me. “A few months back I found out I had a twin brother she left behind with our father. It was him in that picture.”

  “Well, maybe the only thing your mom is good for, is showing you how to be a good mom. That when it’s your turn, you’ll understand what your children need because it’s what you needed?”

  “Damn, here I was hoping you were going to help me poison her, but you go all philosophical on me.” Her laugh is contagious, and I can’t help but to let out a soft laugh of my own. “Now, truthfully. Does it look like I was crying?”

  Joey’s green eyes are unnaturally bright and her makeup is smeared, but I understand she needs a friend as much as I do, so I tug her back to the used Civic I had bought the day before. Under the dome light of the passenger seat, I clean up her first application and reapply her eye makeup from the kit I keep on hand for nights at the club.

  Her smile was brilliant when she inspected my work. As she closed the car door behind her and she pulled me toward the clubhouse, she said, “Come on, let me introduce you to my friends.”

  My need to remind her I was a stripper ended with her rolling her eyes, in a classic picture of ‘whatever’.

  “You still seeing Diesel, then, huh?” Connie asks me, bringing me back to the present.

  “We’re not seeing each other,” I quickly respond.

  “Just fucking regularly?” she throws back.

  “Only when I have an itch that needs scratching, if you must know.”

  “If I were thirty years younger, I’d be after that man to do a whole lot of scratching!” she hoots with laughter.

  “I heard that, woman!” Her Ol’ Man, Randy, calls from the booth behind us. He pops his head up from the other side of the divide and I try to read his level of annoyance, which is nil, based on his grin.

  “Glad your hearing’s not an issue yet, Ol’ Man!” Connie sasses back.

  “Come out back with me and I’ll show you just how healthy I am.” Randy’s growl gets all of us smiling at each other. Considering the heart attack he had a few months back, I’m not sure that’s currently advised.

  “So, how’s Teague doing and when can I hold him again?” I ask Marcella about her son, always an easy way to change the topic.

  “Brick says he’s ‘defective’,” Marcella says, raising her perfectly groomed eyebrows. The smile on her face quickly calms all of our gasps of outrage. “Unlike Brick’s older children at this age, our son sleeps about six hours every night, barely fusses, and exceeds every milestone the pediatrician sets for him. Brick’s not a huge fan of organized religion, but when my mom mentioned Teague being baptized, he agreed—so quickly I knew he was up to something. I was right, Brick wants to see how our baby reacts to holy water.”

  “Marcella, having been around to see all his older children growing up, I can assure you his first three were all monsters. So, in this case, him calling Teague ‘defective’ means that he’s relieved, but worried, about what hell he’ll raise when he’s older,” Connie says, trying to reassure her.

  “All I know is that my mom is thrilled he agreed to the baptism quicker than he agreed to a church wedding,” Marcella says. “She’s convinced Brick is ‘coming around’ to Cath
olicism. Dad knows better, but none of us want to break it to her.”

  “I was raised Catholic,” I tell them. “I’ll stop into church from time to time. It just comforts me, I guess. Maybe Teague will feel that way about it when he gets older?”

  “When do you work next?” Connie asks me, changing the subject and I can’t help but look confused. We never really talk about my shifts or time at The Office.

  “Tomorrow night,” I answer after a moment.

  “Alright ladies, we’ve been talking about it long enough—let’s go support our girl!” Connie says, topping off our beers from the fresh pitcher one of the hang arounds dropped off at the table, and raises her cup up.

  There’s a chorus of “Hell yeahs” from everyone around me as my jaw drops.

  “Um, what?”

  “We always say we’re going to go and hang out at The Office some time, but we never do,” Joey explains. “I swear we weren’t talking about you behind your back, but Jenna thought it’d be fun to go watch you one night. Of course, now she’s about to pop, so she won’t be able to go, but we will!”

  “Well, that’ll make it interesting,” I say, still surprised, and mentally recalculating how much I might make tomorrow.

  I look at all the smiles and giggles around me and think it’s one thing to block out the faces and comments of the men who show up, and I’ve also learned to live with walking into a clubhouse full of men who’ve seen me dance, but to strip in front of the women who’ve become my friends since I’ve moved here? Eeks.

  “CoCo, we’ve all seen, well most of us have seen, strippers before,” Connie says, leaning across the table so she won’t be overheard. “You’re our girl and we want to show all these Bastards that you’re to be treated with respect. By each of them—understand?”

  My breath catches as I really study each woman seated around the table. No one fails to meet my eyes, they’ve decided this is what they need to do to show the MC they’re pledged to, through their men, that I’m one of them.