Royally Chosen Christmas (Royal Sons MC #7) - Elle Boon Page 0,39
were over there, fucking up that pretty face of yours. Looks like you healed up nicely, would be a shame if you went to jail. Guess I’ll have to make sure that don’t happen.”
Hollywood didn’t look over at Cosmo while he spoke. That wall was a fucking bitch of a family who deserved what they got. He had heard the shit Cosmo’s ole lady Tai had gone through long before she’d come to America, had known she’d feared the people who’d sold her to her own government would come looking for her once they realized she wasn’t dead. He wasn’t willing to allow her or his friend to lose one night of sleep over the fuckers who’d sold her for money, knowing she’d be chopped up for her organs, then either die on the surgery table or be killed after she was used horribly. He’d imagined Talena in her place, and the next thing he’d known, he and a couple others had been knocking on a seemingly upper-class Chinese family’s door in a foreign country. He wouldn’t lie and say he didn’t enjoy beating the fuck out of her older brothers, because he had, immensely. They’d toyed with both of the men, letting them get up, time and again, only to kick the shit out of them all over. Within days, they’d taken out the threat to Tai. Her entire family was gone in a blaze of not so much glory, but a blaze nonetheless. He didn’t ask Cosmo to repay him and never would. However, when the other man looked at the phone, then him, before silencing it, Hollywood knew they both were on the same page.
“Well, sheot, that phone done lost signal too. Hmm, guess we are on our own. Let’s go fuck some shit up.” Roq slapped the sides of both their seats.
Cosmo took a deep breath. “He’s like a little kid who doesn’t understand he’s a big motherfucker.”
“I know I’m big. Women tell me that all the time. Oh, Roq, you’re too big,” he said in a terrible female falsetto.
“How many women tell you you’re too big and tell you to stop? I bet I’ve had more,” Axl piped in.
“Don’t get started on the dick measuring bullshit,” Cosmo warned.
“What the fuck is that?” Hollywood asked. Lights that should be going the opposite direction were coming toward them.
“Ah sheot,” Roq muttered.
Hollywood was becoming sick of the other man’s twang and use of that word. Anytime he said it, sheot seemed to go sideways.
One of their cage vehicles came across several lanes, Frog, the crazy bastard, laying on the horn as he drove toward traffic as if he was unafraid of colliding with the dozens of vehicles. Fucking King was going to have all their asses. It was the Maserati that blew past them that he was focused on, that and the fact Frog was clearly a distraction as well.
LOUIS WATCHED THE WOMAN he wanted to fuck, after he made her bleed, speed by him in a car he planned to own. His cock got hard beneath his fly.
“That’s a sexy ride, Boss.”
He glared at Tito through the rearview mirror. “She’s mine then I’ll let you play, maybe.”
“Hey, I thought I was your girl?” Rosalie snarled.
Louis backhanded her, hearing the smack made his dick jump. Oh yeah, when he caught up to the little bitch, he’d make her suck his cock while he let Tito fuck Rosalie. He wondered what the little bitch next to him looked like when she wasn’t breathing.
“You’re whatever I say you are. Now shut up or I’ll make you wish you’d stayed behind.” Stupid little cunt had forced her way into his car. Her lips had been wrapped around his cock before the race, giving him a blowjob that had him coming in four damn minutes. He didn’t like the smug look she’d given him, like she owned him. Nobody owned him. He did the owning. If he wanted to fuck, or make someone suck his cock, he was the one in charge. The little whore next to him would find out tonight exactly who she’d been toying with, as would the little blonde bitch who thought she was better than him.
He slammed his foot on the gas pedal, enjoying the frightened squeal of Rosalie. A little part of him was tempted to unhook her seatbelt and see if she enjoyed riding with him as much if she wasn’t buckled in, but then he’d have to have his car cleaned up. His hand