Royally Chosen Christmas (Royal Sons MC #7) - Elle Boon Page 0,30

to try to be all bullheaded and shit. Brother thinks he’s some kind of untouchable superman,” Keys said nodding toward Hollywood.

“I see that. He’s even got the angry walk and muttering down to perfection. Think he’s got hidden scars we haven’t seen? Bet I can out scar him,” A big man said in a deep raspy voice.

Hollywood stopped walking, glaring at the two men standing near his bike. “What the fuck you do you think you’re doing, Keys?”

“Going for a ride with my buddies. PS. You and Roq here are my buddies.” Keys winked but didn’t move.

He gave a hard shake of his head. “Listen, brother, I just need you to tell me what you found and then let me handle it from here. The club already has enough heat on it from everything that happened down in Florida.”

“Yeah well, tough shit. Being a brother ain’t about rolling with the good. It’s having a brother’s back whenever it’s needed. I know you’ve had our backs lots of times, so shut the fuck up and let’s ride. I’ll fill you in on the trip down unless you want to waste more time jawing over shit and give your girl more time to get herself in even more trouble?” Keys took a step away from Hollywood’s bike at the same time as Roq did.

While Keys was tall and muscular, built like a swimmer, Roq was even taller and more muscular. Fuck, if he was being honest, he looked as though he’d fit right in with a WWE wrestler. If Hollywood had to guess, he’d say the man stood at over six foot seven and had to weigh close to two hundred seventy pounds of pure muscle. Hell, his biceps appeared to be as big as most people’s heads.

“Let’s go.” Hollywood wasn’t going to waste time or energy arguing. In a fight between him and the two men, he was pretty sure he’d lose. Keys was a straight up tough motherfucker, but he knew he could handle him one-on-one. However, it was the other man that was an unknown, or rather Hollywood did know men like him. Roq was a straight killer. His eyes were the dead giveaway. Dark as night, staring straight at him with no emotion while his lips kicked up in a smile, telling Hollywood to go ahead and try him. Nah, he wanted someone to push his buttons, but it wouldn’t be Hollywood.

He moved forward, not hesitating, showing no fear to either man. Keys and Roq were on his side, but make no mistake, if they fucked with Talena, he’d make them wish they were never born.

“Mic up on the ride and I’ll fill you in on what I know. Roq’s on our side, Hollywood. He’s part of Cosmo’s security,” Keys said as he stepped around, heading to his own Harley.

“Good to know. Anything else I need to be aware of?” Hollywood asked, his voice level like he was asking about the weather.

“He’s good, Keys. You were right, clearly he wasn’t just a soldier.” Roq spun on his shitkickers and straddled his own ride.

The words fuck off hovered on his lips, but as the other man said, he wasn’t just a soldier. Hell, he never had been, they were operatives. “Let’s ride.”

Three deep rumbles started almost simultaneously, soothing his frayed nerves. Whatever his...Talena had gotten herself involved in; he’d be getting her fine ass out of. Afterwards, they’d be having a talk. His hand might be coming into contact with that gorgeous ass of hers she likes to show off so damn much. Even thinking about her ass made his dick hard. Most people might think it was wrong of him to think of her in such a way. Fuck, he had at one time. Until she was twelve, he’d thought she was his half-sister. That time had been such a fucking nightmare with his stepsister Angela’s suicide followed by Gary’s betrayal and death. Their memory was tainted by so much bullshit he had a hard time dredging up anything good, except Talena and his mom. It hadn’t been until he’d come home on leave one summer expecting to find his sweet little sister like always, only to be stunned by the voluptuous young woman she’d become. She’d been only seventeen, but her body had been all woman with curves that had been barely contained in a string bikini. It had taken all he had not to kill his buddy he’d brought home with him, when the asshole wouldn’t