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

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

Romeo snagged the Jim Beam off the top shelf behind the bar and cracked it open. He kept his eyes glued to the entrance of Dirty Dick’s as he poured the bourbon into a short glass.

He downed it in one shot, then dragged the back of his hand over his lips.

Maddie had five minutes left to show. If she didn’t, he was heading back to his place, locking the damn door, and forgetting the woman existed.

He refused to get played again.

Unfortunately, forgetting her might be impossible.

He thought he had until the night he spotted her at Bangin’ Burgers. Since then, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her. Especially now that her hips were a little rounder, her ass extra pound-worthy and those tits a bit heavier.

She’d matured a fuck of a lot more since he last saw her naked .

No lie, the past five years had been good to her. And that wasn’t always the case when it came to women getting older.

Not that Maddie was old. Hell , she hadn’t even hit thirty yet. Unlike him. He passed that point a few years ago.

“What’s goin’ on, prez?”

Romeo took his eyes off the door for the second needed to see BamBam approaching. “Nothin’. Whataya doin’?”

“Just checkin’ to see who’s on the menu tonight.”

“Tink, Coral and Keisha’s ‘round here somewhere if nobody’s snagged ‘em yet.” He hadn’t paid much attention since his mind was on another female.

One not a sweet butt shared with his brothers.

“Was hopin’ for Nia. You see her?”

“I mention her name?”

BamBam chuckled as he poured himself a draft. “Could be keepin’ her for yourself tonight. Woman’s got a fuckin’ mouth on her, but it’s easy enough to keep her quiet when she’s on her fuckin’ knees.”

“Just don’t piss her the fuck off. She’s got some sharp teeth.”

BamBam snorted and slapped Romeo on the back. “Sounds like you know from experience.”

Romeo shook his head. He did, but he wasn’t going to admit it. They both learned a lesson that day. Romeo discovered he shouldn’t piss off Nia when she was in the middle of giving him head and Nia learned to never bite his dick again.

For the most part, the Knights were generous, as well as lenient, with their club girls. They were treated well and had the run of Dick’s, meaning they could eat and drink as much as they wanted whenever they wanted. If they needed a roof over their head or a cage to get around, one was found for them. They were also under the club’s protection. However, Romeo drew the line when it came to almost being neutered .

When he turned to place the bottle back on the shelf, he heard BamBam release a low whistle. “Damn, look what just wandered in lookin’ like she’s lost. Guess it’s up to me to go help her find her way.”

As BamBam turned to head over to the newcomer, Romeo stopped him by grabbing his arm. “You ain’t doin’ shit. She ain’t lost. She also ain’t here for you.”

His fellow Knights’ eyebrows rose. “Know her?”

“Yeah.”

“She here for you?”

Romeo sucked loudly on his teeth before answering, “Yeah.”

BamBam elbowed him. “Willin’ to share her?”

“Fuck off, brother. Go find Nia.”

Romeo agreed with his brother’s observation, though. Maddie did look slightly lost since she had never stepped into Dick’s before. Hell , he wasn’t even sure if she ever stepped into Knights’ territory before.

With her being Blood Fury property, she would normally need permission to be in another club’s territory. But that rule wasn’t enforced due to the BFMC and the DKMC being allies. All three clubs had the freedom to come and go through each other’s area without making a request first.

While she scanned the bar looking for him, all his brothers were scanning her in return. So were some of the customers.

“Nia can wait. Now I gotta stick around to fuckin’ watch this.”

“Nothin’ to watch.” He needed to go claim Maddie before anyone else approached her trying to do the same.

When Romeo rounded the bar, she spotted him and headed in his direction. He stopped long enough to watch the roll of her hips and the bounce of her tits .

Yeah , she’d definitely filled out in the last five years.

He fucking liked it.

More than he probably should.

Tonight, she was dressed like the girl-next-door. Worn denim hugged those rounded hips and her jeans were short enough to show her ankles. Some sort of slip-on sneakers or shoes covered her feet, a T-shirt advertising Mansfield University snuggly fit across the tits he wanted to bury his face between and a black baseball cap with a big red M embroidered on it covered her head. Her hair—whatever the fucking color was now—was pulled into a ponytail and stuck out of the back of the hat.

If she wore any makeup, it wasn’t much.

She wasn’t dressed to impress but for comfort. Despite that, she was still hot as fuck to him.

Short shorts and miniskirts where a woman’s ass cheeks were hanging out had its place… On a sweet butt. Not Maddie. He would’ve lost his fucking mind if she walked into Dick’s dressed like a club whore.

He pinched his nose, closed his eyes, and shook his head at his reaction to that thought. Why did it make his fucking blood pressure rise? Why should he care how she dressed? She didn’t belong to him. She wasn’t his ol’ lady or even one of his regulars. She was only a woman wanting some dick tonight.

Dick he was more than willing to provide.

When he opened his eyes, Maddie had disappeared. Someone had blocked both her path and his view.

That someone wore a Knights’ cut.

Fuckin’ Slick.

Just like Romeo, Slick got his name for good reason.

Sucking on his teeth again, he went to run interference. And make it clear Maddie was here for him .

Nobody else.

Not BamBam. Not Slick. Not any of his brothers.

When he got to them, he “accidentally” bumped into Slick hard enough to dislodge the hand holding her chin and tipping up her face.

From Maddie’s expression, it seemed as if she wasn’t buying any of the bullshit spewing from his lips.

Good. Because Slick was skilled at sweet-talking women into his bed.

He was almost as good as Romeo.

Almost.

But Romeo was about to cock-block him.

When he immediately grabbed her hand and tugged her to his side to claim her, Maddie looked relieved to see him.

“She’s with me,” he growled at Slick. Without waiting for a response from his brother, he next ordered Maddie to, “Let’s go.”

“Damn, brother…” he heard behind him.

Luckily, she followed without resisting or complaining in front of Slick. Once they were far enough away, she asked, “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere private.” After releasing her hand, he curled his around the back of her neck to steer her toward Dick’s kitchen. He escorted her through the swinging door, ignoring the stares from the two kitchen employees, and kept her moving.

Once they were outside, she repeated her question. “Where are we going, Rome?”

“My place.”

Halfway between the bar and his crib, she slammed to a stop. “You live there ?”

“Where the fuck d’you think I live? In a fuckin’ tent? ”

“ Umm . I figured a cardboard box on the sidewalk. I’m not sure that’s much better.”

“Funny,” he muttered.

“ I thought so.”

“You don’t hear me fuckin’ laughin’.” He squeezed her neck slightly. “Let’s go.”

He admitted his place wasn’t much to look at from the outside, but it was kept that way on purpose. At first glance to an outsider, the building looked similar to an oversized storage shed.

Despite how the exterior appeared, it was far from a shed on the inside. It might be simple but simple was all he needed. Once Magnum married his ol’ lady and began making more hump dumplings, the club’s enforcer needed to find a bigger place, so Romeo jumped on the chance to take it for himself. He was president, after all, and outranked anyone else interested.

Better yet, club funds paid for it all since it sat on the same property as Dick’s. For only the cost of his monthly dues, he got a cool place to live, all the utilities paid, and access to a full bar and commercial kitchen only a few yards away.

Plus, sweet butts were always close at hand.

It was a sweet fucking deal.

He only needed to remain president to keep it. He had no doubt that if he ever gave up the gavel—willingly or unwillingly—someone else on the Knights’ executive committee would be fucking in his bed, lounging on his couch, and watching his massive TV while drinking free whiskey.

When they reached the windowless, metal side door, Maddie asked, “Is this really your place?”

“Yeah. ”

“Is it a barn or a shed?”

“It’s where I’m gonna fuck you.”

A ragged exhale was heard behind him as he unlocked the door.

“Maybe I only wanted to spend some time with a friend.”

Romeo snorted and pulled open the door. “You wanted a friend you woulda called LZ.”

“He was busy.”

“Then Gabi. She’s former Fury, bet you’re friends with her.”

“I am, but…”

“But you wanted dick, and she don’t got one,” he finished for her.

“I’m only looking to take my mind off work.”

“Dick will do it.” Especially his.

“You have a lot of confidence that your dick will solve my problems.”

“Didn’t say solve them but will make you forget them for a while.”

“Since when is thirty seconds considered ‘a while?’”

“Once again, your attempt at bein’ funny ain’t it.” He stepped back, placed his hand on her lower back and shoved her inside.

He had to chest bump her to get her to move farther into his place so he could step inside behind her, close the door, and lock it.

All three locks. The one on the handle, the slide latch, and the deadbolt. He also set the security bar in place.

He did not want what they were about to do to be interrupted.

He turned to see her brown eyes wide.

“Do you really need all of that?”

“Yeah,” he answered simply .

“Is this a bad area?”

“Nothin’ to do with the area since we rule it. Has to do with me bein’ prez of the Knights.”

“Are you paranoid?” she asked.

“Realistic.”

“Have you had threats against you?”

“Not lately, no. That don’t mean there won’t be in the future. The Knights and the Angels had an issue with those fuckin’ Shadow Warriors before they were dealt with. Then we had to deal with those motherfuckin’ Deadly Demons more recently.”

“Who are the Deadly Demons?”

“One-percenters that got too damn big for their fuckin’ britches. They got decimated.”

Her eyebrows rose. “By your club?”

He pulled in a breath. They had a hand in it but only because the outlaw club took Aaliyah, Magnum’s oldest daughter, against her will. They swiftly dealt with the two MC members that snagged her after La Cosa Nostra dealt with the remainder.

The rest of the cleanup was done by a fucking federal task force. One that Ali-Cat’s hubby had been a part of.

Romeo’s upper lip pulled up into a sneer as it always did when he thought about Magnum’s pig son-in-law and baby daddy of his latest granddaughter Destiny.

“By your club?” she prodded.

He answered, “No,” because they did not talk about what happened the day they found the two Demons, T-Bone and Saint, at a motel with Magnum’s oldest daughter. The Knights only assisted karma when those two motherfuckers disappeared that day and were never seen again.

“So, if that club was decimated, why worry?”

“Ain’t worried. Bein’ smart. Never know what evil lurks outside that locked door.” He pushed past her, headed to his right and into his open kitchen. He opened the refrigerator. “Beer?”

She nodded.

He grabbed her a cold bottle, twisting off the cap and handing it to her before grabbing one for himself.

When he turned with his beer in hand, she said, “Not much food in there.”

“Don’t need much. Got a whole damn kitchen with a walk-in fridge only yards away.”

Surprise colored her tone when she asked, “You cook?”

He huffed out a breath.

“You have your kitchen staff make it for you?”

“Them or the sweet butts.” Another perk of being president of a strong, growing MC.

With her expression closed, she stared at him for a whole damn minute before asking, “I should’ve asked this before, but you’re single, right?” then taking a swig of her beer.