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  Traeger helped Groot to his feet. “Get outta here, boy.” He shoved Groot toward the door, the man’s plain white T-shirt smeared with his blood a stark indicator of what went down. As Groot walked out, holding his side, King didn’t need to see what his brothers outside did. He knew they’d not recognize him in any way. To them, he was dead.

  Ayesha tried to stifle her cry. Shit, she’d come to ask for help, but what she found was like nothing she’d expected. Oh, King Royal, the president of the MC was everything she’d heard he was. What made her pause, made sweat pool beneath her breasts, was the lack of caring he paid to what just happened. Her stomach was in knots having watched the VP named Duke beat Groot without so much as disrupting a bit of hair on his head. The two men were, in a word, dangerous. “I should’ve listened to Quincy,” she whispered.

  “That would’ve been smart,” a deep voice spoke from behind her, making her scream.

  “I wonder what you’re doing hiding back here, when I told everyone to clear out?” King’s warm breath fanned over her shoulder, making her shiver.

  “I...I’m sorry. I came here to ask a...a question, but now I realize that was a mistake. I’ll just be on my way,” she said with more bravado than she felt.

  King sighed; his hand gentle as he turned her to face him. “Little dove, you should’ve thought of that before you broke the rules.”

  Ayesha shook her head back and forth. “I don’t—what are you doing?” She yelped as he tossed her over his shoulder.

  “Sssh, I’m taking us out of the clubhouse while you explain to me exactly what the hell you had planned, and who sent you.” King strolled past a smirking Duke, ignoring the look his younger brother tossed his way. “You’re in charge while I’m gone. Make sure someone tails that shithead. We don’t need the heat coming down on us.”

  “If you don’t let me go, there’s gonna be a lot more than you bargained for coming up here. People know where I am.” Ayesha tried to reason with him.

  The feel of his palm running over her ass reminded her she’d worn a miniskirt, which made her wriggle harder to get free. A sharp slap made her tense. His words doing the same as he told her to quit fucking moving in such a deep voice her body instantly heated. Ayesha had never had a man do what King was, taking complete control of everyone and everything around him. “King, I mean, Mr. Royal, listen to me. I needed help, and I heard you guys were the ones to come to.”

  He froze in mid step. “Wait ‘til we get to the big house.”

  She’d met Chloe several months back when she’d come into her salon for a haircut. They’d ended up talking about hair color because the other girl liked Ayesha’s blue and black hombre fade. When she said Chloe said she’d have to ask her boyfriend before she could do something so daring, it had shocked Ayesha since it was the year two thousand and nineteen, but she hadn’t mentioned that to the other girl, not wanting to lose a potential client, nor did she want to hurt her feelings. A couple days later, Chloe had called and made an appointment for a cut and color. That had been the beginning of a great new friendship and an eye opening to a world she’d only seen on TV or read about. If Ayesha was being honest, she envied the other girl and what she had as she’d watched her being dropped off by her boyfriend. He walked her into the shop, looked around as if making sure it was safe, his gaze taking in everything and everyone, possession stamping his features. He would then take Chloe into his arms, staking his claim one last time before he left, demanding she call him when she was done. It had taken monumental effort for Ayesha to tear her eyes away from the kissing couple as he devoured Chloe’s mouth, while his hands held the other woman’s ass, their bodies fused together. Yeah, Ayesha knew without a doubt they’d be getting it on the moment he had Chloe alone, and the other woman would be more than happy when he was done. She’d only fantasized about having a man do those things to her but had never found one who actually could deliver.

  Chloe mentioned the club was more than just a biker gang who ran drugs and guns, but helped damsels in distress, Chloe’s words. So when Ayesha’s little sister came up missing, or rather ran away, she decided to follow her friend after doing her hair. Big mistake. Huge. She was coming to realize her fool hardy plan could now cost her own life, while her sister Tiana would most probably be sold to the highest bidder in a sex trafficking ring in some third world country. A sob left her throat, but she choked back the next one.

  Fear was an ugly bitch, but Ayesha couldn’t stifle the sensation from working its way through her, making her break out in a cold sweat. “I think I might be sick,” she muttered.

  “Don’t, you won’t like me very much if you do.”

  “I don’t like you very much right now anyway,” she muttered angrily. At least if she was angry her it kept her from wanting o vomit all over her sexy kidnaper’s back.

  King chuckled, then they were walking into his house. The door banging shut behind them was like an omen to her. “Alright, you got five minutes to explain, then I’ll decide your fate.” He lifted her from his shoulder, placing her feet on the floor, his hands spanning her hips kept her steady. It still took her a several second to get her bearings. She glanced around the room, a little surprised to see it looked like a...normal home.

  “You’ve got four minutes now, better start talking.” He let go of her but didn’t move away.

  She wanted to wipe the smirk off his face with a swipe of her palm across the cheek, but her need for his help kept her hands down. “My sister was kidnapped. I need help getting her back.” Shit, she sounded like an idiot.

  King raised a brow. “Why you telling me, shouldn’t you go to the cops?”

  Ayesha rolled her eyes. “Don’t you think I tried that first? From all intents and purposes, she went willingly, but I know better. I heard you help do this sort of thing...bring home people who are taken. My sister is one of them.”

  King tilted his head to the side. “What do I get out of this?”

  Ayesha barely controlled her instinct to roll her eyes again. “What do you want, a blow job?”

  King laughed, the sound louder than the beating of her heart. “Little dove, if I wanted a blow job, I could open the door and whistle. Within minutes I’d have my pick of women willing to let me fuck their face.” He held his arm out, palm facing toward the door.

  Oh, there was no doubt in her mind he could and had in the past done that very thing. Why did her heart skip a beat at the image of him opening his jeans for some nameless, faceless woman make her angry? She pulled her focus back to her sister and the very real danger she was in. “I would do anything for my sister, even though I know you don’t need me to...whore myself out to you. Tell me, what do I need to do to get your help? Get on my knees and beg? Offer you my first born? Give you a million dollars? What?” she begged, desperate for a reaction, her voice rising.

  The door opened behind her, but she didn’t take her eyes off of King.

  He stepped closer, his body heat making her own feel as if she was on fire, or maybe it was her hormones. “Let’s start by you telling me a little more about the who told you this story about me being this hero bullshit, hmm?”

  Ayesha shook her head. “This was a terrible mistake,” she said, her voice too loud. She backed away, inching back from him

  King looked over his shoulder, then at her. “I want you to sit down and don’t say another fucking word.”

  “Hey, you don’t have the right to order me around. I’m not one of your club...what ever you call them, brothers, bitches, whatever. You have no right—” she yelped out, the air leaving her lungs at the abrupt motion of being pulled against his rock hard chest.

  “Little, girl, I have more than just a right. You’re in my club. My territory. I’m not only the President, I’m the fucking King. That’s not just my name but means I’m the ruler of all you see here, I wear the patch and crown, baby. Push me and I’ll gladly gag you, then I’ll paddle that fine little ass until you’re crystal clear on that subject. Do yo
u understand?”

  She tried to put space between them, silently wishing he was some fat weak asshole who didn’t actually have the ability to back up his words. “I came to you for help, not to be...be threatened.”

  King gave a humorless laugh. “Then you shoulda done your research,” he said, turning toward the door. “Duke, get your ass in here. I want to know how the fuck she got past Parker and Clown. If there’s a hole, I want it found, and I want it plugged, permanently, one way or another. Feel me?”

  Ayesha watched as Duke nodded, his eyes the same determined color as his brother. King turned around, pinning her with such a look she wasn’t sure what he planned, but there was no mistake. King was in charge, and whoever Parker and Clown were, they were in big trouble for allowing her to slip inside.

  Other Books by Elle Boon

  Ravens of War

  Selena’s Men

  Two For Tamara

  Jaklyn’s Saviors

  Kira’s Warriors

  Mystic Wolves

  Accidentally Wolf & His Perfect Wolf (1 Volume)

  Jett’s Wild Wolf

  Bronx’s Wounded Wolf

  A Fey’s Wolf

  Their Wicked Wolf

  SmokeJumpers

  FireStarter

  Berserker’s Rage

  A SmokeJumpers Christmas

  Iron Wolves MC

  Lyric’s Accidental Mate

  Xan’s Feisty Mate

  Kellen’s Tempting Mate

  Slater’s Enchanted Mate

  Dark Lovers

  Bodhi’s Synful Mate

  Turo’s Fated Mate

  Arynn’s Chosen Mate

  Coti’s Unclaimed Mate

  Miami Nights

  Miami Inferno

  Rescuing Miami

  Standalone

  Wild and Dirty, Wild Irish Series

  SEAL Team Phantom Series

  Delta Salvation

  Delta Recon

  Delta Rogue

  Delta Redemption

  Mission Saving Shayna

  Protecting Teagan

  The Dark Legacy Series

  Dark Embrace

  The Royal Sons MC Series

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  Royally Taken, Coming November 2019

  Royally Tempted, Coming November 2019

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