Crucifixed (Royal Bastards MC: NYC Book 2) B.B. Blaque (top romance novels .TXT) 📖

Looks like I’m back on the merry-go-round and ridin’ into Brooklyn after her.

It won’t be the last time.

When I got to the neighborhood I checked the time. I knew the schedule and how they did shit. I knew when she was supposed to be in the garden and when I didn’t see her come out it made me feel queasy.

Did they see her come back?

Did they give her a different job and schedule?

It’s been months since I’ve been here.

I kicked back against the sissy-bar and waited just in case. Another group came out, but no Fi.

Snaps where the fuck are you?

Fi. Not Gingersnap!

There hadn’t been time for me to watch the news in case somethin’ had happened to her on the subway or walkin’ alone in the City. I’d wanna eat a bullet if somethin’ happened to her because I gave her the boot. After I found and killed whoever did it to her. I checked on my phone and found nothin’ about a nun gettin’ fucked up anywhere in the area. Where is she? I decided to wander around to see if there was a sign of her anywhere. One of the nuns looked at me weird, but maybe it had somethin’ to do with me bein’ in a Royal Bastards’ rag and havin’ a braid almost to my ass. I couldn’t just leave the bike sittin’ so I had to go back before it grew legs and walked away.

Fuck! Fi where are you?

I rode off with my balls in my throat. I couldn’t bring myself to go back to the Mounds, so I stopped in a diner and rode back to the convent a couple times. Still no Fi.

Every time I saw that damn convent I thought of the night they gave me the boot and how she tried to come after me. Stupid little girl! Stupid me now! I barely had a bag of stuff to my name and that crazy chick snuck out to be with me. Just like then, the only thing I could try to do was let it go—let her go—especially since I was the one who slammed the breaks on shit. How long do ya think that’s gonna last? I decided to do the motorcycle version of puttin’ one foot in front of the other and to get where I needed to be.

The Mounds—buried deep inside Rock Candy’s sugary, sweet snatch.

The Ultimate Sin

The Mounds Bar later that night

There was a small tap at the door and Rock Candy peeked in. I was more than ready for her after thinkin’ about Fi. I hadn’t been able to ride her outta my head, and there wasn’t enough business with Redhook, or Jack, in the world to get the job done.

“Casket called and said you wanted to see me.”

When the titty-dancer walked in dressed in a vinyl habit with stockings, I was ready to go. Just get back on the horse. My office was set up to look almost like a church—dimly lit, with red and black leather, and candles everywhere. There was a kneelin’ bench and a St. Andrew’s. My signature crosses were worked into all the leather like the seat of my bike and hangin’ on the walls. Nothin’ was done in a blasphemous way—my childhood shaped me and the room was a combination of my past and present. I ain’t against God, but I got zero love for the church. Them pricks and cunts fucked me up and still had the woman I love. The one I’m stalkin’ again. Thankfully, I’d learned to make the best of my bad situation, but it didn’t make me hate it or them any less. It hadn’t ever been as bad as it was that night.

“Come on in, kid . . . you said you need to confess.” She walked over to the candles on the shelf and lit a few. I pointed to the floor and snapped at my boot. “Kneel . . . tell me all the sins you’ve had while I was gone.”

Try to show some enthusiasm, motherfucker.

Candy was a money maker. I knew she’d have a ton to atone for. She also had a big fuckin’ mouth and I was always more than happy to use it to punish her.

“Crucifix . . . Father . . . I’ve been greedy . . . and seduced men for that greed. I lost count of how many men I’ve made come in their pants” She lowered her head and looked up at me with big doe eyes. “I won’t even try to think of how many hand-jobs and blowjobs . . . I’ve been really bad for you guys.”

You don’t know when to shut it, do ya?

The confessin’ of her bullshit is what got me off. I wanted the money she made and there was no denyin’ that. I turned a blind eye to whatever the girls did to make it. She coulda told me she got wet by lookin’ at some guy on the subway and it woulda been enough for me. Candy just wanted to blow up her own skirt to get points. I wanted the kneelin’ and confessin’. I needed the punishment and I didn’t give a fuck what it was for. I grabbed her face and turned it up to me.

“Did you forget the sin of bein’ a prideful slut? That’s the only fuckin’ reason you’d say all that shit. You wanna get in my good graces by confessin’ and lettin’ me know you lined our pockets while I was gone.” I yanked the veil at the back of her head and forced Candy’s face to my boot. “Lick it with that dirty mouth . . . like you licked their cocks and like you’re tryin’ to lick my ass right now.”

Fi wasn’t prideful and if she wasn’t such a pain