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

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Had it really been five fucking years since he’d seen her?

The couple of times the clubs got together he had asked about her, but not in an obvious way that would draw suspicion.

He had been told she was away at school.

When they hooked up during Easy’s wedding weekend celebration, she was already a college graduate. That meant she had gone back to further her education.

She might have mentioned it back then, but her schooling hadn’t been the focus of his interest.

Even so, that hammered home the fact that she’d been out of his league before… But now? She probably had some impressive degree. Unlike his wrinkled and stained high school diploma he received by the skin of his teeth. Did he need that damn piece of paper? Hell no. He made something out of his life without it.

He might not be considered “successful” in a lot of circles, but he didn’t give a fucking shit what others thought about him .

Romeo might not have book smarts, but he had street smarts. To run his MC. To make scratch. Even to stay alive.

And to him, that was more important.

He only needed to be respected as the president of an ever-expanding MC that had grown to thirty-two members. Their brotherhood was now larger than either the Dirty Angels or the Blood Fury, even though the Fury was now running a close second.

While the three MCs in the west formed a formidable army, he was more interested in growing one of his own. That way, in a pinch, the Knights didn’t have to rely on anyone else. It would also guarantee they’d be a force to be reckoned with if another president was voted in for the Fury or the Angels and decided to turn on the Knights in an attempt to take their territory.

Having numbers on their side would make sure that wouldn’t happen easily, if at all.

Romeo wasn’t a fucking fool. He knew the next in line to hold the Angels’ gavel was Z’s son, Zeke. While Zak had a laid-back personality and a good head for biker business, his son was young and cocky. Then there was the fact that Little Z was already doing stupid shit. The kid needed to get some of that out of his system before taking the reins of a long-established, well-respected MC.

The wrong president could destroy a club. The right one could make it invincible. He considered himself the second type. He figured his brothers did, too, since he kept getting voted back in as prez year after year after the former prez stepped down.

He was slowly replacing his executive committee with younger blood but there were still some old timers hanging on.

Like Magnum. However, his sergeant at arms had created a stronger bond with the DAMC by making Cait, the daughter of one of the Angels, his ol’ lady, wife, and the mother of his two youngest offspring.

It wouldn’t hurt to create that same bond with the BFMC.

Only he wasn’t looking to “settle down” with an ol’ lady. He certainly wasn’t looking for a fucking wife or to have crotch droppings. At only thirty-four, he was still living life to the fullest and had a long way to go before tying himself to one woman screwed that up.

Could he have an ol’ lady and still fuck around with other females? No fucking doubt, but that would cause a lot of damn headaches he didn’t want to deal with.

Unfortunately, most women didn’t like to share.

Life was hell of a lot simpler when he stuck to sweet butts, hang-arounds and strange he could easily scrape off.

As he steered his sled into the parking lot of Dirty Dick’s and continued along the side of the building to the rear, the memory of Maddie spread naked on the bed in his rented RV flashed before him.

He couldn’t fucking believe he ran into her tonight.

He pulled up next to the side of his crib and shut down his sled.

No, he couldn’t fucking believe she’d been living in the area for a year and a half—according to her before they parted ways—and no one ever mentioned it.

If Dark Knights property moved up north, he’d be on the fucking phone letting Trip know so they could watch out for her.

That was what allies did for each other. They had each other’s back.

That covered family and property, too.

Once he no longer straddled his ride and his feet were planted on the ground, he pulled his cell phone from the inner pocket of his cut and glanced at the time.

It was after eight. The old man could already be in bed.

He texted Magnum anyway. U no the Fury’s Maddie is livn down here?

He headed inside and set his phone on the counter while he grabbed a cold beer from the fridge.

By the time he twisted off the cap, successfully lobbed it into the trash like an NBA All-Star and guzzled about a third of the beer down into his gut, he finally got a response.

As expected, it was short and to the point. No.

Romeo quickly texted back. I wake u, old man?

No.

He snorted. Magnum hated texting, so that alone probably chapped his Black ass. Think Z knows?

Y dont u fuckn ask him steada me?

Romeo shook his head and grinned. Someone’s prostate swollen or what? Should have that looked at.

Gonna drop my fuckn pants n u can check it 4 me next time I c u.

Romeo warned, Don’t threatn me with a good fuckn time.

Next, he found Z’s number in his contacts and shot the Angels’ prez a text. U no Maddie from the Fury’s livn in the area?

By the time Z answered, Romeo was already on his second beer and was stripped down to only his boxer briefs while lounging on the couch. He flipped through endless fucking television channels looking for something to get his mind off the woman he ran into tonight.

Porn would be the answer. It might be the only thing that would distract him. Especially since the curvy, formerly strawberry blonde was wedged firmly in his noggin.

It was hard to tell with the outdoor lighting at Bangin’ Burgers, but he could swear her hair was now darker than it had been previously.

Truthfully, he didn’t give a shit about the color of her hair. It could be bright pink, and she’d still be as sexy as shit. He considered her even hotter now that she had filled out more than the last time he saw her.

She had been a touch too thin for him last time.

Now?

He blew out a breath.

Goddamn perfection.

Zak’s text drew him from his perverted thoughts. Yeah. Knew it. What about it? There a problem?

Romeo asked, Trip give you the heads up?

Shade did, came Z’s answer.

Y didn’t he tell us?

Y u askn me? Ask him.

He was tempted to shoot back the same reply he sent to Magnum, but Romeo needed to keep things cool between the clubs. It was one thing to bust on one of his own. It was another to bust on the prez of another club, despite him and Z being solid.

There a problem I need to know about?

The problem was that the Fury didn’t feel the need to let him know one of their own had flown the coop and landed in the area.

But, apparently, the only one thinking it was a problem was Romeo.

No problem. Ran into her. That’s all.

When the next text was only a thumbs up emoji, he tossed his cell phone on the couch next to him and tucked his hand into the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs.

Pursing his lips, he considered the TV show on the screen .

Whatever it was wouldn’t get his mind off Maddie and that spot of blood he found on the sheet after she booked from his RV in the early morning hours like her ass was on fire.

Of course, she had told him she was a virgin, so seeing the proof hadn’t surprised him. But still, it was a stark reminder of what he had taken from her.

Something she’d never get back.

He shouldn’t feel guilty about accepting what was freely offered. But for some fucking reason, in this case, he had.

To this day, it still bothered him.

He gave her what she wanted.

He hadn’t taken any more than what she’d been willing to give him.

He even took his fucking time and kept the fact she was inexperienced at the forefront in his mind so he wouldn’t forget and get too rough or demanding.

Normally, he didn’t give much thought to the women he had under or on top of him, but with her…

It had been different.

And look where it got him.

Nowhere.

She most likely went on to fuck a bunch of other men and probably never gave Romeo a second thought.

He clenched his teeth.

What the fuck? Was he getting soft?

When the fuck did he grow a pussy?

Why was he letting any of what happened bug the shit out of him?

After powering off the TV, he threw the remote across the room—not giving a shit where it landed—before picking up his phone to find what he really needed.

Something that wouldn’t cost him a damn thing.

Unlike the formerly strawberry blonde with the big brown eyes and tight as fuck pussy.

With the plump lips he wanted wrapped around his cock as he pumped in and out of her mouth.

With the one spot he guaranteed no one else had ever touched after he popped her cherry.

He scrolled through the site until he found the clip he was searching for. One with a brown-eyed woman and head of strawberry blonde hair.

Then he settled in for the next hour.

Only, it turned out he needed less than five minutes.

But no one had to know that.