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  Royally Chosen Christmas

  Royal Bastards MC 7

  Elle Boon

  By Elle Boon [email protected]

  © Copyright 2020 Elle Boon

  All cover art and logos © Copyright Lou Grey

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  Royally Chosen Christmas

  Royal Bastards MC 7

  Copyright © 2020 Elle Boon

  First E-book Publication: 2020

  Cover design by Lou Grey

  Cover Model: Lewis C of BigCartel.com

  Photographer: Kevin Floyd of Floyd Co.

  Edited by Tracy Roelle

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

  PUBLISHER:

  Elle Boon

  Royal Bastards Code

  PROTECT: The club and your brothers come before anything else and must be protected at all costs. CLUB is FAMILY.

  RESPECT: Earn it & Give it. Respect club law. Respect the patch. Respect your brothers. Disrespect a member and there will be hell to pay.

  HONOR: Being patched in is an honor, not a right. Your colors are sacred, not to be left alone, and NEVER let them touch the ground.

  OLE LADIES: Never disrespect a member’s or brother’s Ol’Lady. PERIOD.

  CHURCH is MANDATORY.

  LOYALTY: Takes precedence overall, including well-being.

  HONESTY: Never LIE, CHEAT, or STEAL from another member or the club.

  TERRITORY: You are to respect your brother’s property and follow their Chapter’s club rules.

  TRUST: Years to earn it...seconds to lose it.

  NEVER RIDE OFF: Brothers do not abandon their family.

  Royal Bastards MC Series

  BASTARDS MC SERIES SECOND RUN

  E.C. Land: Cyclone of Chaos

  Chelle C. Craze & Eli Abbot: Ghoul

  Scarlett Black: Ice

  Elizabeth Knox: Rely On Me

  J.L. Leslie: Worth the Risk

  Deja Voss: Lean In

  Khloe Wren: Blaze of Honor

  Misty Walker: Birdie’s Biker

  J. Lynn Lombard: Capone’s Chaos

  Ker Dukey: Rage

  Crimson Syn: Scarred By Pain

  M. Merin: Declan

  Elle Boon: Royally F**ked changing to Royally Savage

  Rae B. Lake: Death and Paradise

  K Webster: Copper

  Glenna Maynard: Tempting the Biker

  K.L. Ramsey: Whiskey Tango

  Kristine Allen: Angel

  Nikki Landis: Devil’s Ride

  KE Osborn: Luring Light

  CM Genovese: Pipe Dreams

  Nicole James: Club Princess

  Shannon Youngblood: Leather & Chrome

  Erin Trejo: Unbreak Me

  Winter Travers: Six Gun

  Izzy Sweet & Sean Moriarty: Broken Ties

  Jax Hart: Desert Rose

  ROYAL BASTARDS MC FACEBOOK Group- https://www.facebook.com/groups/royalbastardsmc/

  Links can be found in our Website:www.royalbastardsmc.com

  Table of Contents

  Royal Bastards Code

  Royal Bastards MC Series

  Dedication

  Character List

  Royally Chosen Christmas Playlist

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Epilogue

  Royally Secured

  Thank You

  About Elle Boon

  Other Books by Elle Boon

  Dedication

  FIRST AND FOREMOST, I’d like to thank all you amazing readers for loving my Royal Sons and the Royal Bastards enough to want more. I hope you like Hollywood and Talena as much as I loved writing their stories.

  To my amazing team of Beta’s, y’all rock sooo effing hard, Debbie Ramos, Maureen Ames and Karen DiGaetano; thank you ladies for helping with this story. Thank you all, for all you do to make my books so amazing. Thank you to my editor Tracy Roelle for always putting in those long hours for “that client” LOL. And a huge thanks to you readers who are simply the best ever. FLOVE y’all soo hard. And last but definitely not least a huge shoutout to Lou Gray for this amazing cover. The absolutely stunning guy gracing the front is Lewis C. The photographer is Kevin Floyd of Floyd Co. Be sure and check them out on Instagram. Happy reading, y’all.

  XOXO,

  Elle Boon

  Character List

  TO AVOID SPOILERS THIS LIST ONLY INCLUDES THE CHARACTERS MENTIONED

  IN THE PREVIOUS BOOKS

  ROYAL MC MEMBERS:

  King Royal – President – Son of King Royal SR, brother to Duke VP (Royally Tempted book 3)

  Duke Royal – Vice President – Son of King Royal SR, brother to King (Royally Treasured book 4)

  Traeger – Sgt at Arms (Royally Taken book 2)

  Keys – Enforcer (Royally Broken book 5)

  Hollywood aka Scott Haven – Enforcer (Royally Chosen Christmas book 7)

  Digger – Road Captain – Owns Royal Towing

  Cosmo – Enforcer and money man (Royally F**ked changed to Royally Savage book 6)

  Timber – Tattoo Artist (Royally Twisted book 1)

  Alexa – King’s ole’ lady

  Ivy – Timber’s ole’ lady, former best friend of Luke Royal twin to Duke Royal who committed suicide.

  Kailani – Traeger’s ole’ lady – Mob boss’s daughter the Royals took out

  Lennox – Duke’s ole’ lady – Doc’s daughter – Doctor and old timer

  Palmer – Keys’ ole’ lady

  DaiTai – Cosmo’s ole’ lady

  Former Originals: None have books or have been mentioned except King SR...yet “wink”

  King Royal Sr – President – Deceased

  Ryno Marx – VP - Deceased

  Argo Peters – Sgt at Arms – Deceased

  Crazy Jax – Treasurer – Deceased

  Torpedo (Tinny) – Deceased

  Royally Chosen Christmas Playlist

  LONELY - JUSTINE BIEBER

  It Will Come Back - Hozier

  Goodbyes - Post Malone

  Finally//beautiful stranger - Halsey

  Memories - Maroon 5

  You Broke Me First - Tate McRae

  Falling - Harry Styles

  Without Me - Halsey & Juice World

  I Fall Apart - Post Malone

  Tell Me You Love Me - Demi Lovato

  Starting Over - Christ Stapleton

  Someone You loved - Lewis Capaldi

  I hope - Gabby Barrett & Charlie Puth

  Hold On - Cord Overstreet

  Love Lies - Khalid & Normani

  Bad Intentions - Niykee Heaton

  Sex On Fire - Kings Of Leon

  Apologize - Timbaland & OneRepublic

  Bring Me To Life - Evanescence

  You Don't Own Me - SayGrace Ft G-Eazy

  If You Want Love - NF

  Hero - Enrique Iglesias

  Let's Hurt Tonight - OneRepublic

  If the World Was Ending - JP Saxe & Julia Michaels

  Die From A Broken Heart - Maddie & Tae

  Prologue

  HE SCANNED THE AREA to the east of the village. The fucking newest royal couple visiting the ca
mp couldn’t have come at a worse time. You got a US Official there as part of some damn mission and two countries in the middle of a war because, well, the one side didn’t like anyone who didn’t believe in their cause. Nope, not a good time at all. The call had come in three days ago that something was going to go down, something big that would make the Americans look like the bad guys, again. Newsflash fuckers, America already looked bad in the eyes of the world. However, that didn’t stop them from sending him and his team out to the middle of bumfuck nowhere, where the temperatures reached triple digits during the day. Nobody gave a single fuck about any of that. What they cared about was ensuring the royals, who had arrived yesterday, lived long enough to get the fuck out of the village, without a national incident being blamed on America. The US official had his own team watching his six, which was ironic since he and his team weren’t privy to who and or where they were. Hollywood was pretty sure he’d seen something earlier on the other side of the village but wouldn’t swear on his life.

  Movement caught his eye. He adjusted his scope, sighted in what he hoped like fuck he wasn’t seeing. “Don’t be what I think you are,” he murmured. For the last forty-six hours and eleven minutes he’d been lying in the same spot without moving. The sandy hill offered very little coverage except a few sparse bits of foliage he and his team had burrowed under; their clothing matched the land almost perfectly. Hollywood was used to being patient during a mission, had known he’d have to hold his position for an extended period of time. The rest of his team were spread out a little farther back in case he needed them. If that happened it, all Hell would break loose, something their government was hoping to avoid at all costs. It was why they were sent in to do the dirty work nice and quiet like. Get in, take out a target, or rescue the mark without incident and come home. If you don’t make it back, that sucks for you but don’t go thinking they’re going to admit what happened to the world.

  Time slowed as he tracked the young girl’s progress toward the village, her bare feet kicking up dust behind her. He shut down everything else around him, focusing on her. Long black hair gleaming in the sun overhead. Her dress was white, too white, billowing out behind her. Through the scope, he noticed the protrusion on her chest. Where she should be flat since she couldn’t be more than ten, a fucking kid like his little sister. Only this girl walked with determination and clearly had something under her dress that wasn’t natural, boxy in appearance.

  “Hollywood, you got eyes on the girl?” The question was barely a whisper in his ear.

  He took a deep breath, knowing he only had two minutes to line the shot up before all Hell would break lose. They’d chosen him to take the shot because not many could hit a target over a mile away with accuracy. He could, every time. “Yeah, I got her. She’s packing.”

  “Thirty seconds and then our window close for the in and out without incident.” Lieutenant Diamond was calm like always. Hollywood would hate to see the man pissed.

  Hollywood didn’t respond, his team trusted he’d make the shot in time. Instead, he watched the young girl as she walked forward, noticing the way her hands bunched at her sides into little fists. He zoomed in on her face, seeing a tear roll down her cheek. “I’m sorry, little girl.” He didn’t say the words out loud. With one small adjustment to the scope, he took a breath and squeezed the trigger. Many would’ve began moving away. He wasn’t made that way. With the scope still in position, he watched as her body jerked and then fell, almost gracefully to the ground. Some thought he stayed to admire his work, but the truth was, he felt he owed it to those lives he’d taken. It was his way of showing them respect , sort of like saying goodbye. Fucked up maybe, but it was his last moment with their souls.

  “You done doing your last rights and shit, Hollywood? Maybe we should’ve called you Priest instead of Hollywood. Come on, we need to move before they start looking for your ass. You may be further out than they’d think a shooter should be, but they’ll start casting a net. Let’s move it,” Lieutenant Diamond barked.

  With his clothing soaked in sweat and grime, and other shit he’d had to lay in from over forty-six hours of being in the same spot without moving, he broke his rifle down quickly and silently. Once he had his precious in the sand-colored case, he eased backward, ensuring he didn’t make much more than a slight shift in the earth. He’d just earned the right to head back to the states, he hoped.

  Chapter One

  TWO WEEKS LATER...

  “What do you mean you’re pregnant?” Hollywood asked Angel. He could feel his world spinning out of control, and he’d only been in California for a handful of days after being debriefed in North Carolina at Fort Bragg. His Lieutenant had given him a heads-up last night to get his shit together and be back in forty-eight hours for another mission, he had no time for this shit.

  “Scott, don’t make me repeat myself,” Angela pleaded, her dark eyes swam with unshed tears.

  Fuck, he was always careful, and they hadn’t fucked in over seven, maybe eight months. She didn’t look like she was ready to have a baby or close to it. He did a mental calculation as to when the last time he’d been in California and when they’d slept together. She’d be closer to eight months. When he’d tossed the condom, he knew for a fact it hadn’t broke or leaked.

  “Say what?” He stared down at her dark head and her too thin frame. Aside from her medically enhanced chest, she didn’t look any different. He was sure she’d have a belly if she was as far along as she was supposed to be if she was carrying his child. She was confusing the fuck out of him, and he wasn’t a stupid man.

  “I need your help. You said you’d always be there if I needed you, and—I need you now more than ever.” Angela moved forward, brushing her body against his.

  He lifted his arms, gripping her biceps in his palms. “Dammit, Angel, don’t. We’ll get to your announcement in a minute. Are you on one of those stupid ass diet fads again?” When he’d first met her, she’d been a couple years older than him without an ounce of shyness. She’d been a fucking bombshell who knew how to use her body to get what she wanted. His friends called her a dark-haired Marilyn Monroe. He never saw the comparison except that she had an hourglass figure like the other woman, and she was petite at a little over five foot three with curves in all the right places. His teenaged body had reacted in the most obvious way anytime she’d entered the same room he’d been in. It had been lust at first sight. She’d taught him more that summer than he’d known in all his seventeen years. Of course, he could teach her a few things now. If her father, his stepfather had known all the places he’d fucked her, he’d probably have had a fit. The thought almost made him smile.

  “No, I’m not on some stupid diet, unless you call pregnancy a diet.” Her dark eyes flashed up at him. “I’m pregnant and sick every hour on the hour.” She put one hand on her stomach, the other one over her mouth. She was clearly battling the urge to throw up.

  Where he and their sister Talena were blond and blue eyed, like their mother, she was like her father, dark haired and dark eyed. She’d told him her mother was Hispanic and spoke very little English, which at the time he hadn’t thought much of, but later he realized Gary had taken advantage of the woman, like he did all women. Gary had married Scott’s mother when he’d been a boy, but the prick hadn’t introduced Angela to them until the summer he’d graduated high school. He often thought his stepfather had hid his past from all of them for some nefarious reason, but once she burst into their lives, it hadn’t matter why. For one thing, she was only there for the summer that first year. For another, he found fucking the man’s daughter he’d come to despise, made him hate Gary a little less, and then he’d left for the military. Now, years later, he and she only saw one another when he flew in occasionally. If they fucked, it was no biggie. They were more friends than anything else. He definitely didn’t look at her like a stepsister, most assuredly not a future mother to his child. Fuck.

  “How long have you been sick?” Her wan face
, and thin appearance was concerning.

  Angela shrugged out of his hold, turning her back to him. “You’re going to hate me,” she whined.

  “For the love of all. Why would I hate you? You and I both know we were never a thing, Angela. I’d never hate you for anything you did. Just spit it out and get it over with. You know I care for you,” he said gently. Hell, she was his stepsister. What the hell was she thinking? It wasn’t like he’d ever given her the impression they were more. He could literally count on one hand the number of times they’d hooked up in the last two years and still have a finger or two.

  Angela lifted her tear-streaked face, lower lip trembling. He’d known her for over five years and knew every little trick she played. They were almost brother and sister, yet there was no blood relation between them. Angela’s mother had been his stepdad Gary’s second wife. He’d divorced her mom when Angela was five, and although they’d only been married for six years, Angela said Gary had been a good father, until he moved in with them when she was ten. After that, his visits had become few and far between, although he’d made up for it with money. He never said what he thought good old Gary’s reasoning for up and divorcing Angela’s mother was, the timing was too close to his own father’s death and him marrying his mother. Oh, he didn’t think his mom and Gary had anything going on prior to his dad’s death, but he did think the prick had seen an opportunity and took it, leaving his other family to move up in the world. Even though the man appeared to love Angela, he’d left her and her mom for another family.

  The first time he’d seen Angel standing next to Gary, her dark eyes had been dancing with knowledge that he’d found hard to ignore. Luckily for him, he’d been in the pool, so his sudden boner was hidden by the water. His stepdad had been a condescending fucker who’d expected him to toe the line, but Scott had never played by his rules. That summer, he’d just graduated from high school and had scholarships to some of the best universities in the country. He had a folder piled with letters of acceptances from colleges waiting for him to choose one. He hadn’t accepted any of them, deciding to enlist in the Army. Which was the complete opposite of what was expected of him. At the time he hadn’t been a hundred percent sure what he was going to do, until he’d looked at Gary in his suit and tie standing on the side of the pool with his arm around Angela, glaring down at him. He’d known right then and there was no way he wanted to be like that fucker and go into business. That had been his dad’s life and maybe if he’d still been alive, he’d have a different outlook, but Gary wasn’t a man he wanted to be like.