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

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?”

“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