Bloody Mine (Royal Bastards MC, #2) Landis, Nikki (best book club books of all time .TXT) 📖

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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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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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Royal Bastards MC

Tonopah, NV Chapter

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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