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  Cyclone of Chaos

  Royal Bastards MC Elizabeth City Charter Book 1

  E.C. Land

  Contents

  Acknowledgments

  Royal Bastards Code

  Through the Storm

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Epilogue

  Translations

  Coming Soon

  Available Now

  Author’s Note

  Social Media

  Cyclone of Chaos

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are all products of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblances to persons, organizations, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.

  Cyclone of Chaos. Copyright © 2020 by E.C. Land. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used in articles or reviews. For information, contact E.C. Land.

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  Publisher: Knox Publishing

  Publishing Link: www.knoxpub.com

  Cover Design by Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art

  Developmental Editing by Kim Lubbers, Knox Publishing

  Formatting by E.C. Land, Knox Publishing

  Proofreading by Jackie Ziegler, Knox Publishing

  Created with Vellum

  For those who have struggled with the storm. Whether it be from force of nature or one within yourself. All storms can be ridden out. We all bleed red and can survive all the same.

  Acknowledgments

  My Family – I’ll always be thankful toward my husband as he continues to show his support in my writing. No matter how annoying I become he lets me ramble on and on with the different things I come up with. Even sends me music when I need encouragement. My kids now are a huge part of this as I show them you can follow your dreams and shoot for the moon if you put your mind to it.

  My Betas – Thank you for being the first to read. And in doing so pushing me to keep going with all the different plots that form in my head. I’m grateful to you all for what you have done with helping and giving me input.

  My Knox Publishing People – You’re all so wonderful in your own right and I wouldn’t want to work alongside anyone else. From encouraging me to keep going when I feel like giving up to kicking my ass when it needs it. The best thing I’m grateful for is when you listen to the different plots and scenarios I come up with.

  Liz and Courtney – I honestly don’t know what I would do without either of you. Both of you are two of my best friends. Working with you not only as Publisher/Boss/Editor but as a friend means more than you know. You allow me to be me and don’t try to change the way I am. Instead, you put up with my dorkiness.

  Diane – I couldn’t be more grateful to you. You have quickly come into my life and wormed your way in. I do not know what I would do without you as you make sure my head stays on straight.

  RBMC Peeps – Thank you for this chance to work with you all. This has been an amazing experience and I cannot wait to work with you all more.

  Playlist

  Hey Boy, Hey Girl – Upchurch

  Money, Sex, Drugs – Jelly Roll & Struggle Jennings

  Creature – Jelly Roll

  Broken Wings – Crucifix

  What About Me – Overtime

  The Spiral – Charlie Farley

  Someone, Somewhere – Asking Alexandria

  New Divide – Linkin Park

  Forsaken – Crucifix

  Love Is A War – Struggle Jennings & Jelly Roll

  Roots Run Deep – Upchurch

  The Devil in I – Slipknot

  Strong and Brave – Adelaide

  Man That Hung The Moon – Brantley Gilbert

  Trigger Warning

  This content is intended for mature audiences only. It contains material that may be viewed as offensive to some readers, including graphic language, dangerous and sexual situations, murder, rape, and extreme violence.

  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.

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

  CHURCH is MANDATORY.

  LOYALTY: Takes precedence over all, 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.

  Through the Storm

  Feel the wind blow

  The splash of the rain drops

  Nothing compares to what will come

  Nothing will stop what’s beyond

  Strong winds whirl around

  Damage is done not just to you

  But to me as well

  Feel the tears fall from the sky

  Hear the thunder rumbling

  The lightning drawing near

  Can we survive a storm

  Or will we become part of the damage

  Only through the storm will we know

  If we can survive the chaos that will follow

  The tides will rise

  The rain will fall

  A cyclone will whirl through the air

  Hold on tight

  For the storm is never ending

  And the only way to survive

  Is with each other

  ~ E.C. Land

  Prologue

  Scorch

  10 years ago

  Chaos comes in different forms, but right now I’m standing in the midst of one of the most dangerous forms of it. Hurricane Earl has hit North Carolina and while most people were smart enough to evacuate, I stayed. For the sole purpose of being alone as I end the suffering and pain.

  Sitting on top of a sand dune I watch the waves grow closer to me as I twirl my gun through my fingers. Death, it’s what I deserve for not doing what I should have. “It should have been my life that was taken rather than hers,” I mutter to myself.

  If I close my eyes, I can still see her. The woman I was supposed to protect. The one I swore would never be hurt. Yet here I am alive and breathing while she was buried in the ground.

  Two weeks ago, I lost the only woman who has ever held my heart when she took a bullet to the chest. The hospital wasn’t able to save her, and her father blamed me for not stepping in front of her. And he’s right I should have been fast enough to keep her safe.

  Shaking my head, I glance up at the sky, “Why did you do this to me? You took the only person in this world who ever gave a damn about me.” I roar over the crashing waves. I used to think there was a God up there but after she died, I lost all faith in everything.

  “I can’t live without her,” I scream raising my hands in the air.

  “Son, I suggest you put that gun down,” a man's voice yells over the roaring wind and crashing waves.

  Whipping my head around, I find some dude standing far enough away for him to hear me from where I’m sitting on top of the dune. Scanning over the man who decided to join me I notice the leather cut he’s wearing. On either side I notice the two patches. On one side it has President and the other his name, Ghoul. Who the fuck goes by a name like that?

  “Get the fuck away from me, this isn’t any of your business,” I snarl, wanting him to leave me the hell alone.

  “Not goin’ to happen kid. You don’t want the nature of the beast to cut you down, not when there’s more for you to do,” he says, sternly, his arms crossed over his chest.

  “There’s nothing else for me to do,” I protest. There’s nothing more for me to do. Not when she’s gone.

  “You saying you don’t wanna go after the fucker responsible for the death of your woman?” he asks, inquisitively.

  What the fuck?

  “Who the hell are you and how do you know about my wife?” I demand, narrowing my gaze on him.

  “Name’s Ghoul and I don’t know who your wife is,” he says shrugging his shoulders. “I’d only come up here to get your crazy ass down before you got your ass killed. Heard what you were saying and figured I’d offer you the chance of a lifetime.”

  Chance of a lifetime, yeah right. This dude’s gotta be joking. Turning my head back toward the waves, I can’t help but question if there is a chance to catch the man responsible for my wife’s death.

  “What’s this chance of a lifetime?” I ask, glancing in his direction.

  “To start a new life, become someone who you need to be,” he says, nonchalantly.

  “A
nd if I don’t want a new life, and want to die right here,” I inquire.

  “Then you or I can put a bullet in your head,” he shrugs. “But I’m telling you this, if you wanna new life, one where you get what you want most, shut down your emotions. Lock your heart up and become someone else, become that person.”

  A wave crashes against the dune right underneath where I’m sitting. The worst of the storm is only beginning and soon these waves will be crashing over. Right now, I have a choice, eat a bullet and let the waves take my body or shut it all off and start a new life.

  “What’s it gonna be?” Ghoul asks.

  Glancing at the ocean once more, I stand up, put the gun in the back of my pants and brush the wet sand off my ass. I’ll take his offer. One day I will face down the man responsible for murdering my wife in cold blood. I will show no mercy to the Alcazar Cartel not when they protect the one who pulled the trigger.

  “Guess it’s time to start that new life,” I say, closing my eyes I take a deep breath and force all the hurt and pain away as I shut all my emotions down.

  Nodding, Ghoul simply turns around and heads back down the dune. It’s then I saw the patch on the back of his cut, Royal Bastards MC. “Then come on, let's get out of here,” he calls out over his shoulder.

  Two weeks ago, I lost my Emery and my soul. The only thing that will now course through my body is hate.

  Today my life as Samuel is over as I become Scorch.

  Chapter One

  Scorch

  Present

  “Yo Prez, there’s someone on the phone for you,” my brother, Ram yells through the door as he pounds his fist against the damn thing, interrupting what I’m doing.

  “Go the fuck away,” I growl as I plow more forcefully into Bubbles’ ass. I’d just gotten back from a three-day run and all I wanted to do was fuck, shower and sleep. In that order. The hell if I want to go to sleep with some bitch’s scent on me. So, the moment I stepped foot in the clubhouse I grabbed the first CW I came to. Meaning Bubbles was it.

  I didn’t mind since she has a big ass and loved being fucked this side to Sunday. However, the downside to fuckin the bitches that act as the CW’s, short for clubwhores, they can’t seem to learn when to shut the fuck up. Bubbles knows the deal. I don’t wanna hear her screaming my name. Hell, I don’t even give a damn if she gets off long as I get mine. It’s the way of my world. If you can’t handle it get the fuck out that’s what I’d learned a long time ago.

  Ram pounds on the door again, “Prez, serious shit here,” he yells through the door.

  “Then tell the fucker to hold the fuck on,” I snap, gripping the CW’s hips as her ass tightens around me as she screams into the pillow.

  Three strokes later I cum in the condom and pull out of Bubbles. Slapping her on the ass as she crumples to the bed, I get up and make my way to the bathroom. Removing the condom from my dick, I throw it in the trash. Starting the shower, I step inside pulling the curtain closed while it’s still cold as shit. But I’m not wasting time, if Ram says shit’s serious, then he’s not playing around. I grab my soap and wash the dirt from the long ride and the stench of Bubbles off my body. I can fuck the hell out of those bitches but I fuckin’ hate having their smell on me.

  Once I finish up in the shower, I turn the water off and step out. Grabbing my towel, I wrap it around my waist and walk out of my en-suite bathroom. Thank fuck each of us patch members have our own bathrooms and don’t share like we make the prospects and CW’s do. Some people are just fuckin’ nasty and I guess you can say I’m OCD about keeping shit clean.

  It’s why there’s a schedule set in stone for the CW’s to follow and if they don’t, their ass gets locked down from getting fucked for a certain amount of time my brothers and I deem fit. They continue to not listen, they’re out on their ass. I give them two shots, that’s it. No third chances. In all honesty I don’t have to give them any chances.

  Glancing at my bed, I’m glad to see Bubbles remembered the rules of not being in my bed when I got out of the shower. She did it once and didn’t like the repercussions of it since she had to go an entire month without being fucked. Didn’t mean my brothers didn’t let her suck them off.

  As I get dressed, I try to figure out who the hell would need to talk to me so bad they can’t wait for me to call them back. Soon as I put my boots on my feet, I grab my holstered gun’s strap and cut. I don’t ever leave this room without either.

  “You can never be too careful, son. It’s why I always carry not one but two, one in the inside pocket of my cut the other stays at my back,” Lennox used to say. After Ghoul brought me around the club, I’d met Lennox. He’d been my brother ever since. Sucked when he got locked up. But when he gets out, he’ll have his place here amongst our club.

  Thinking of how I met Lennox I always end up thinking about the day Ghoul found me on the top of that dune. He’d also been the man who gave me a fresh start when all I’d wanted to do is end it all.

  Stepping out of my room, I make sure to lock the door. All my brothers and I lock the doors to our rooms. None of us want to deal with anyone coming into our space uninvited.

  “What the fuck is so important I can’t get a decent fuck before I deal with shit around here?” I growl as I step into the main room and find Ram who’s holding a burner phone to his ear, his narrowed eyes directed to me. I don’t miss the fury rolling off him.

  “Yeah, yeah, okay here he is,” Ram grumbles, thrusting the phone at me. “You can speak to the asshole, I’m tired of covering for you when it comes to him.”

  Fuck, what the hell does he want? There’s only one asshole I fuckin’ hate talking to and prefer to have Ram or Bane deal with, Rodric Kesson. My once upon a lifetime ago, father-in-law. He’s also the arms dealer our club works with out of Scotland. Normally when it comes to business, we deal with his right-hand man, Evander, who is also Rodric’s brother.

  Taking a deep breath, I put the phone to my ear. “What can I do for you Rodric?” I ask, unable to keep the harshness out of my voice. Neither of us have been able to stand each other since that fateful day. The day his daughter, my wife, died in the hospital after being shot in the chest.

  “Well, you can start with toning down the attitude and show some respect son,” he snaps.

  “Like you show me? How about I’ll show you respect the day you show me and don’t fuckin’ call me son.” I retort, pissed he has the nerve to call me his son.

  “Always the smartass,” he says with a sigh. In the background a child’s laughter can be heard. “Stone, go find your mum.” The affection in Rodric’s voice sends a pang through my chest that I quickly bury down. This is what he would have sounded like with the child my wife and I would have had if she were still here.

  Don’t go there, motherfucker. Don’t bring up the past. It’s long gone and over with.

  “I don’t have all day, now tell me what’s so fuckin’ important you need to speak to me yourself rather than me dealing with Evander,” I demand.

  “I need to send some precious cargo your way and have them stay with you. You’re the only one I can trust to protect them,” he says.

  “And what is this cargo you’re speaking of?” I ask as I step over to the bar and grab the beer Toxin places in front of me.

  “Your wife and son,” he says as I put the bottle to my mouth to swallow some of the beer only instead of swallowing it, I choke as his words hit me.

  “Your delusional old man, my wife is dead, and she sure as hell wasn’t pregnant with my kid the day she was killed,” I sneer. Emery would have told me if she’d been pregnant and that’s something I’d have never forgotten.