Royally Broken by Elle Boon Page 0,6

Wheels to get off the freeway before continuing. “Burt was a brother. He didn’t leave the club so much as aged out. Said he couldn’t sit on a bike anymore on account of arthritis making it too hard for him to hold the handlebars or some shit. Do you know how old he was?” King asked.

He knew it would be rude to say he didn’t give a shit. Hell, he hadn’t known King was that close to Burt. The old man hadn’t talked about anyone other than his dogs and Betty, his ole lady who’d died. “I’d guess he was in his eighties?” Hell, that was as good a guess as any.

“Eighty-six. My old man would’ve been sixty-five this year. Burt was the old timer who was the mechanic for them. He could get anything they needed with no problem and fix their bikes, and anything else they needed him to. They liked that about him. He was also loyal to a fault. I knew about you before you showed up here a year ago.”

Keys didn’t know where King’s story was going so he waited.

“Burt told me he trusted you and felt safe with you there.”

This time he did snort. “Yeah, look where that got him, dead.”

King nodded. “That’s not on you. You didn’t pull the trigger. Now, you want to stop running and start living?”

Keys sat up straighter, eyeing King. “How do you mean?”

“I know you came from shit, and I know you were a SEAL. I also know you’re a genius on the computer, right?” King asked.

He shrugged, knowing full well Burt had been telling secrets. Computers were his thing, which was only one of the things he excelled at. “Yeah, I do alright.”

This time Traeger snorted. “Asshole, we know you got a system that would make those alphabet guys envious. We also know you would fit right in with us if King was willing to sponsor you. So, what’s it gonna be? You want us to drop you at the first bus stop, or you want to join our brotherhood? There’s more than just riding bikes and banging chicks, although that’s a perk.”

“I got cameras back at the junkyard. I want to know why they were there. What the fuck they thought we had?” Keys growled.

“And that right there is why Burt left you all his worldly possessions and why you’ll make a good Royal, brother.” King held his fist out to Keys from the front passenger seat.

On the knuckles the letters FRBF were tattooed. Keys raised his fist, bumped his knuckles with King, then Traeger. “So, there’s no bro hug or any shit like that, right?” The initials on the knuckles stood for Forever Royal Bastards Forever. On the other hand he had FRSF, which stood for Forever Royal Sons Forever, the name of their club before being patched over to the Bastards. Keys looked at his own knuckles, bare of anything except scars.

Wheels snorted from the front as they continued to drive back toward the junkyard he’d called home, knowing he’d be grabbing his shit again and finding another place to call home. One day he hoped he’d be able to stop running like King said.

Chapter One

Present Day...

Keys laughed half heartily at King’s ole lady’s suggestion of Duke the VP of the Royal Bastards allowing them to release footage of him waxing poetic to his woman onto the worldwide web via YouTube. “Seriously, brother, I agree with Ayesha. You would make YouTube gold if I allowed her to put video footage of that shit online. Luckily for all of us, there was a malfunction in my system. Damnedest thing happened right about that time, too. Lost fifteen minutes, like poof, gone.” He shook his head, lying his ass off. He didn’t lose shit when it came to technology.

King laughed from his spot in the corner with Ayesha on his lap. “That is a shame. It was epic, brother. Where you off to, Keys?”

The question had everyone looking at him, which was exactly what he didn’t want. Fuck!

Duke eyed the duffel Keys had dropped near the door. Shit, his brother didn’t miss a thing.

Keys scratched his jaw, looking in the corner at King. “Church?” He nodded at the closed door.

Cosmo came in from the back hallway looking tired, his usual smile missing. “I can’t stay here another night, King. Too fucking loud, too small of a space, and fuck, too many motherfuckers I want to kill.”

He looked behind him, snapping his mouth shut.

“You can watch my