Romeo (Dark Knights MC/Blood Fury MC: Crossover)

Prologue

Romeo tracked her as she walked across the Blood Fury MC’s courtyard.

The young strawberry blonde with the big brown eyes.

The same as her mother.

The same as her younger sister.

She wore no one’s colors, despite being old enough to be an ol’ lady. From what he could tell, she had to be only a few years younger than him.

His best fucking guess? She was at least twenty-one now since she was drinking. Not that her doing so was a perfect indicator. Romeo doubted the Fury gave a shit about underage drinking.

He could be wrong—that happened sometimes—since he heard Trip, the Fury president, was pretty damn strict. Totally fucking opposite of him, the president of the Dark Knights.

But then, he was younger than either president of the Fury or the Dirty Angels. Add in the fact he also liked to party fucking hard and often, he wasn’t enough of a dick to police anyone in his club—or even anyone connected to his club—unless he had no damn choice.

And anyway, he had his no-fucking-nonsense sergeant at arms to do that shit for him. No matter that Magnum no longer had youth on his side, he still fucking had it in him to pound someone into the ground or make someone shit their pants with one cocked eyebrow.

Romeo licked his lips as he thought about Magnum's hot-as-fuck, much younger wife.

That had him turning his wandering thoughts back to the woman heading toward the covered pavilion. Right now the popular gathering spot was too crowded for him to approach. He didn’t want anyone listening in on his “game.” He’d find a better time when she wasn’t surrounded by others who might fuck up his plans.

When he could speak to her in private. Turn on his charm.

Test the waters.

Because he planned on having her before this wedding weekend was over.

The fuck if he was leaving Manning Grove without finding a willing woman to warm his bed. It didn’t have to be the same woman each night. He wasn’t picky. His only requirement was soft thighs, big tits and an ass that wouldn’t quit.

A mouth that wouldn’t quit, either. And he didn’t mean when using it in conversation.

He was currently drawing a blank on her name because—between the three clubs, all their sweet butts, hang-arounds and others who had descended on the Blood Fury’s farm for the wedding between the Fury member named Easy and their president’s sister—there were way too many goddamn people to remember .

If he had to be honest, he really didn’t give a fuck what her name was. The second he kicked her out of his bed, he’d forget it anyway. What he wouldn’t forget was if her pussy was tight, how wet she got, or how skilled she was with those soft, plump lips.

A grin crossed his face as he closed his eyes and imagined her spread naked in the bed in his rented RV. The one parked in a field on the same farm where he stood.

Since the motels in town were booked solid due to the weekend-long wedding, he had no choice but to rent one. Unless he wanted to pitch a fucking tent.

And not one in his jeans.

Romeo did not sleep on the fucking ground. Ever.

Unless he was passed-out drunk.

Or someone happened to be lucky enough to knock his ass out.

If he was out cold—by either booze or a sucker punch—one of his brothers better move him somewhere more comfortable. One of the many perks of being voted in as prez.

Not even an hour later, when his eyes scanned the crowd and the courtyard, he spotted her again. Mostly because she was so damn hard to miss.

The problem was, he wasn’t the only one watching her.

He heard rumors about her stepfather—or whatever the fuck Shade was—watching over his ol’ lady’s hot daughters like a fucking hawk.

Magnum could be in-your-face deadly.

Shade went about it quietly.

He was the kind who’d slice your throat and disappear before you even knew what the fuck happened. Breathing one second, bleeding out the next.

With one last glance at the strawberry blonde and the group she was with, he wandered away to find himself a cold beer.

And while he was sipping that beer, he’d work on his plan of attack.

Her back was pressed to one of the pavilion’s wood posts. Above her head, so was his forearm. Romeo leaned into it and dipped his head until their eyes locked. Her big brown ones held a gleam, and her mouth curved up at the corners as she stared back up at him with those inviting lips slightly parted.

He remembered her name now after hearing another man mention it. So, at least he didn’t have to ask and risk her putting him off because of it.

Women liked to be remembered. They never wanted to be forgettable.

But again, names weren’t at the top of the list when it came to what was important to him.

“How old are you, Maddie?”

“Why?”

“Just wanna make sure you’re legal.”

“For what?”

For you and me to share a little skin-to-skin contact. “To make sure you’re supposed to be having that beer.”

She lifted the red plastic cup. “You mean this one?”

“That one.”

She put it to her lips and swallowed a mouthful. When she was done, she smiled. “Why does what I do concern you? I get enough of that around here from Shade and the rest of the Fury. I don’t need it from you, too.”

“He keep you on a short leash?”

Her eyebrows knitted together. “Who? Shade? ”

He nodded and took a tiny step closer, closing the small gap between them. The visible pulse pounding in her neck drew his attention for a hot minute.

“No, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t pay attention. You, out of anyone, should know how a club works. Anyone with a vagina is property for them to protect.”

“You don’t wanna be protected?”

“I don’t want to be dictated to. I’m an adult, a college graduate and about to head to graduate school.”

Damn. Proof she was too damn far out of his league. But, fuck , he didn’t want to discuss Shakespeare with her. He only wanted to share some basic human urges.

Like procreating.

Without the “creating” part.

As far as he knew, he didn’t have any of his DNA waddling around on two short, chubby legs. He was good about making sure he collected it in a wrap and tossed that shit in the garbage.

Where it belonged.

Where it didn’t force him to make child support payments. A sentence of eighteen to twenty-one years.

Too many of his brothers paid out the ass every month for the mistake of not wrapping it tight.

He wanted to wrap it tight with Madison. He only needed to convince her that it was a good idea.

That might be the difficult part.

“A smart, independent woman,” he murmured, sliding his fingers down her arm. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that. It’s a turn-on for me.”

Goosebumps appeared on her previously smooth skin and her breathing quickened.

Oh yeah. She wasn’t immune to his charm.

“Let’s be real… I’m sure it doesn’t take much to turn you on , Romeo.”

He shrugged one shoulder. “Love a variety of women. All colors, shapes, and sizes.” He pressed the tip of his index finger against her chest. “Ain’t the outside that turns me on, it’s the inside.”

She rolled her lips inward for a second. “ Uh huh . Do you stick around long enough to discover what’s beneath the surface?”

“Doin’ that now, ain’t I?”

“I don’t know, are you? I figured this was your attempt at greasing my waistband to help my pants slide off a lot faster and easier.”

His attempt at what?

Damn. He needed to up his game if he wanted to win it.

Good thing he liked a challenge. And Maddie decided she was going to make herself one.

Challenge accepted.

“Nothin’ wrong with a brother wantin’ to be with someone so damn beautiful.”

“ Mmm hmm ,” she murmured.

“Ain’t lyin’.”

Using her finger, she drew a pattern on his chest. “Romeo…”

He snagged her hand and pressed it to his lips. “Yeah, baby?”

“I’m going to share something with you that I don’t share with many people.”

Hot fuckin’ damn. “Gonna make me feel special by sharin’ a secret with me.”

“It might make you look at me differently.”

“You only like chicks?” If so, that would fucking suck, and he was wasting his damn time .

She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and shook her head.

Why the hell was she teasing him like this?

“Then what? You can tell ol’ Romeo your deepest, darkest secrets.” He patted his own chest. “I’ll keep them locked in here and promise not to spill them.”

“I’m a virgin.”

His head jerked back, and he barked out a laugh. “Funny.” Now she was fucking with him.

Only, she didn’t laugh with him. One side of her mouth pulled up and she shrugged.

He blinked. Holy fuck. “Wait. You fuckin’ serious?”

“I figured that little tidbit would scare you off.”

“Then, it’s a lie.” Because if it was true, it was hardly a fucking little tidbit. This was huge.

And he wasn’t sure if he was happy about it.

When she didn’t answer and her eyes sliced from his face to over his shoulder, his stomach dropped.

He might have to find a new plan because he didn’t fuck with virgins. “It’s a lie, right? How old are you?” He never did get that answer. Because there was no fucking way…

“How old are you ?” she countered.

“Twenty-nine.”

“You look older.”

Was that supposed to be a compliment or a fucking insult? “What about you?”

She lifted her glass. “Old enough to drink, apparently.”

“So, twenty-one.”

“Add another year onto that.”

She was twenty-two and still a goddamn virgin? No fucking way. That had to be bullshit. What female graduated college still a virgin ?

Hell , would he even know? When the fuck did a college girl ever look at him twice?

Fucking never.

He barely got his high school diploma. He wasn’t good enough for any of them.

Not even for a night.

Or an hour.

Unless they used him as a revenge fuck.

“Your man piss you off? Wanna get back at him? I’m available. If you’re hot, no charge. If you’re not? We can negotiate the terms.”

He didn’t have a problem with that. For the right woman, he’d even volunteer.

But a fucking virgin?

She was definitely fucking with him. He decided to go along with it and see where it led him. “Can help you with that.”

“With what?”

This girl had to be playing him. “That pesky hymen.”

“I haven’t found it to be bothersome. Maybe I want to save my virginity until I find the love of my life.”

“Yeah? You can pretend.”

“Pretend what?”

“That I’m the love of your life.”

“You mean if I close my eyes while you’re splitting me in two and pretend you’re someone else while you’re doing so?”

He turned his choking into a chuckle. “Fuck, baby, I like you.”

“Why’s that?”

“What’s not to like? You’re hot as fuck. You got an ass I wanna smash. And since you’re good at school, I bet your easily teachable. Even if you are a virgin. ”

Her eyebrows, the same color as her hair, stitched together. “Do lines like that get you laid?”

“Usually don’t gotta work so fuckin’ hard to get laid.”

“I bet not with sweet butts at your beck and call. They can’t say no, right?”

“They can say no.”

“Not if they want to remain a sweet butt.”

She was right. But this was not the path he wanted to head down tonight. He wanted them to take the path to his waiting RV, instead.

Her eyes flicked from his face back to over his shoulder. Her spine snapped straight at the same time she whispered, “Shit.”

Of course that made his spine tighten, too, but before he could turn around to figure out the issue, the issue was standing next to them.

“Let’s go,” Shade ordered Maddie in a low tone that screamed he didn’t want an argument.

“I’m fine here,” she told him.

“No you ain’t. Let’s go, Maddie. He ain’t for you.”

Romeo turned to face Shade but remained standing between the Fury member and Maddie. “Why? ‘Cause I’m Black?”

Shade’s dark eyes narrowed on him. “‘Cause you’re a fuckin’ dog sniffin’ around someone you shouldn’t be.”

“She’s an adult and I thought you ain’t her pop, so not sure why you get to tell her what to fuckin’ do,” Romeo told him.

Everything went completely still on Shade, except his lips. “My job to protect her.”

“From me?”

“From anyone lookin’ to take advantage of her. You need to fuckin’ respect that. ”

This exchange was the most words he ever heard the Fury member say, not that Romeo had been around him much. But the man was known to speak few words and when he did, he spoke softly and slowly like he chose his words carefully.

Unlike Romeo. He tended to let shit fly. “We’re only havin’ a bit of fuckin’ conversation, that’s it.”

Shade’s tight jaw shifted. A second later he focused on his stepdaughter, if that was what she was to him. He still didn’t know that answer. If truth be known, he also didn’t fucking care.

“Let’s go, Maddie.”

Romeo took offense when Shade curled his hand around her forearm and tugged. “Maybe she don’t wanna fuckin’ go.”

Romeo felt the other presence before he saw it. “It” being a him.

Judge. The Fury’s sergeant at arms.

“Brother,” was all the tall, bearded man rumbled.

Romeo wasn’t sure if the warning was directed at him, at Shade, or the both of them.

“Let’s not ruin this fuckin’ day. Or our alliance. When you’re in our territory, gotta respect our rules.”

Romeo frowned and asked Judge, “What rule ain’t I respectin’?”

“When the man don’t want you fuckin’ with his daughter, you gotta respect that.”

“Is she his daughter?”

“Close enough. Family don’t gotta be blood around here, just like I’m sure it is in your club. If the man got a problem with you hittin’ on his girl, then you move the fuck on. Plenty of other women here for the weekend who might be willin’. Would be in your best interest to find one of them instead.”

Clearly, Judge was running interference. Because while the tall man talked, Shade had convinced Maddie to go with him. But Romeo did note, that while she trailed behind the long-haired Fury member, she did not look happy about it.

He waited until Judge turned to follow them before he let himself smile.

He didn’t give a fuck about these so-called rules or what anyone thought about him. He planned on getting some of that.

And the fuck if he was leaving this damn farm until he did.

Game fuckin’ on.