Page 21 of Ruthless Obsession (Royal Bastards MC Chicago, IL Chapter)

RUTHLESS

The blazing sun beat down on the back of my leather cut and helmet as we rode toward Detroit.

Legos our road captain kept us running on time with minimal food and bathroom breaks.

Flex and Flock ride behind him. I ride beside Squid, and Rogue has our six.

We follow behind Webbs driving the box truck loaded with a few crates we helped ourselves to last night.

We’ll hand off the goods to a few of the Royal Bastards MC Detroit chapter.

In the back of my mind, I believe Sophie won’t try to escape.

Sundays during the day is a lazy day for our chapter.

Sophie could walk out the front door and never look back.

If she left Tonya would’ve reached out to Legos or me.

I should’ve programmed my phone number into Sophie’s new phone so she could call if need be.

I spoke to Buck, Prez’s friend this morning. He said he’d meet me at the club tonight. Sharlenne confirmed there is a sex dungeon inside Cruellas. Buck and I plan to check it out.

Riding with my brothers is always a relaxing time. If we run into trouble we have each other’s back.

Later that evening we arrive at my house around seven. Fuse waits outside the gate for us.

“Hey brother you ready?” I ask as I approach the gate.

“Yeah, let’s do this.” He smirks.

Once we step inside the house, Flex’s eyes scan the space. He lets out a low whistle. “Now this is a mansion. Real nice, man.”

“Thanks,” I say, leading the way into my office.

“In our chapter, we believe in building wealth,” I explain.

“We take from the dirty and corrupt and give back to those less fortunate. Phantom and I have been giving away a chunk of our grandfather’s fortune for years. At church Thursday, we’ll break down the financials. Put in the work Flex. You’ll earn well too.”

He nods. “I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty.”

I grip his shoulder. “I know. I see you, brother.”

Then I shove a garment bag into Fuse’s chest. “Get dressed.”

Flock’s eyes flick to the surveillance monitors. He smirks.

“How does it feel to be domesticated?”

I notice Sophie’s bra hanging off the banister upstairs.

“Hey, chill,” I order. “Don’t look at her bra.”

Flock chuckles, throws his hands up. “All right, chill. I’m just sayin’. Never seen you this spun out over a woman before.”

“Well, she’s worth it,” I confirm.

Webbs stretches out on the sofa. “He likes her because she’s not afraid of the big burly biker.”

Laughter fills the room.

I run a hand over my hair. “Yeah, I love the fight in her.”

I try not to let my thoughts linger too long on her otherwise, I’ll walk around hard as steel. And I can’t get to her again until later tonight.

“I’m hitting the shower,” I say, backing out.

That’s when Legos walks in with a six-pack and a nod. “Everything’s good at the clubhouse.”

That’s his way of saying Sophie’s safe. The pressure in my chest lets up.

“Appreciate it,” I nod back.

“You guys go hangout in the living room. I’ll be down in a few.”

Upstairs, a crooked smile pulls at my lips as I grab Sophie’s bra off the banister. She said she was taking her clothes to the guest room. I told her don’t fucking think about it. I snatched the bra from her hand and flung it into the hallway, and it landed on the banister.

I can’t wait to bring down that dirty fuck, Toby, so I can focus on knocking up my OL’ Lady.

∞

Sharlenne meets me at the back door of Cruella’s. I step inside.

“You and Belle are doing a great job. I’ve taken care of you both. Check your account.” I shake her hand placing two grand in her palm.

“You two turn up the heat with my friend Jethro in VIP. Don’t worry, he’ll find you ladies.”

She discreetly slips the bills into her sparkly silver purse. “Got it, Mavis.”

Sharlenne’s friend Sharon had been a big help. She hates what’s going on in the dungeon. And would like to see it shut down.

There’s a knock at the back door. I pull it open and crack a grin. “Buck. Good to see you again.” I pull him into a firm bro hug.

Jackson met Buck’s older brother, Beckett, back in college—Beckett’s the president of Neto, a powerful secret society. Out of the five brothers, Jackson grew especially close with Buck and Brady. I met them during one of my visits to see my cousin on campus and we’ve stayed in touch since.

Neto’s reach is wide. They’re connected to Jacob Latters, the A-list actor, and his wife Samantha. Jacob’s cousin Brandon is married to a woman who was molested by her stepfather—who, along with his friend, was running a pedo ring. Brandon made it his mission to destroy them all.

Buck has his own story. He rescued a woman from a trafficking ring and later married her. That mission forged a deeper alliance. Buck, his brothers, Brandon, and Jacob pooled their wealth and power to take down trafficking networks.

That’s why Buck’s here tonight. His team is ready to dismantle the next operation with our help.

“Good to see you too, Mavis.” Buck flashes a grin. He’s built like a linebacker—same height as me. The tailored dark suit he’s wearing tonight screams wealth, just like mine. Which is what we need to draw attention in this environment.

That smug look he’s always worn is still there, but married life might’ve knocked a little edge off him.

Sharlenne hands us each a red mask and a matching ticket, about the size of a small envelope with a tiny barcode stamped on it.

“Wave both tickets in front of the pad at the twin elevators. That’s how you access the lower level,” she explains. “There’ll be a bouncer waiting when you get off. He’ll point you toward the rooms.”

We nod and thank her, then head toward the elevators.

“En route,” Buck says, clearly talking into an earpiece.

He asks over the music, glancing at me. “You got your people in place?”

I tug on my earlobe. “Sure the fuck do.”

He smirks behind his mask. “Have to have a team in place when you’re entering the lion’s den.”

We move through the club, passing a lounge area where people sip drinks and make small talk.

“Jackson said your captive got a status upgrade,” Buck says.

I burst into laughter. “Yeah, she’s my OL’ Lady now.”

“Must be one hell of a lady to get your attention. As memory serves me correctly you don’t like too much physical contact.”

We wave our tickets in front of the keypad and the elevator doors open. I don’t bother checking the corner of the ceiling for security cameras. There’s no doubt we’re being watched from this point on.

“Well, the feisty woman hit me in the nose when we first met.”

Buck chuckles under his breath. “You always loved a challenge.”

“Yeah, this woman definitely keeps me on my toes.”

The elevator descends and opens into a dim hallway just like Sharlenne described. A bouncer stands at attention, arms crossed, stone-faced.

He scans our tickets, nods once, and jerks his head toward the hall. “Middle door on the left.”

Buck and I nod and walk down the hallway. The red lights overhead shimmers off the gold glitter covering the black walls and doors.

I open the door and step inside the dimly lit room. Buck falls in beside me. Two women drift over, brushing their hands along our arms like they’ve already claimed us.

“Ready for a good time?” the redhead purrs at me.

“Soon.” I flash a fake smile, keeping up the act.

Buck grins at the blonde. “Checking out the scene, darlin’,” he says with a Texas drawl.

We move deeper into the space where crimson light bleeds from wall fixtures and ceiling panels, casting everything in a muted glow.

Women stand on small individual stages, naked, leaning against stripper poles. Masked men hands roam their bodies or finger them like toys on display.

My jaw tightens.

But it’s the center stage that punches the breath from my lungs. Under a stark white spotlight, a girl’s strapped into a bondage chair—wrists and ankles bound, legs spread, gag in her mouth. A man is fisting her like it’s a show. And maybe it is.

I glance at Buck. He swallows hard.

His wife was pulled out of this hell. I can only imagine what this does to him. Neto and his brothers might make it look easy, but I know this shit eats at their souls.

Around us, men in expensive suits flash red tickets and shout numbers.

“Eighty-five grand,” one yells.

I don’t know if they’re bidding to fuck her or own her.

A tall bodyguard with a wide muscled frame places a hand on the man’s chest, pushing him back. It looks like he’s telling him they’re not accepting bids.

“Demonstration,” Buck mutters, reading my mind. “Gets them horny. Drives traffic to the other women.”

In the back, the room shifts from red to black—darker in every sense.

We head that way.

Some men lean against the wall getting head. Others fuck girls right beside them. A few doms lead men on leashes. The women wear black fishnets, blood-red heels, and lingerie meant to tempt. The men look high as fuck and sexually aroused.

I nod at Buck. “You scan the right. I’ll take the left. Meet me back here in an hour.”

He dips his chin. “Yup.”

I veer toward the stage. A man stares like he’s hypnotized by the bound girl.

“Ninety-five thousand,” I call, flashing my red ticket.

The bouncer steps in again. “Auction’s not tonight. You’ll get a new ticket with the time and date on your way out.”

“Thanks,” I reply smoothly.

The guy next to me doesn’t blink.

“You’ll bid when the time comes?” I ask.

“I will,” he says, eyes glued to her. “Just want a taste now.”

“Don’t get tossed out,” I warn.

He laughs. “They won’t toss me. I’ve funded enough of this shit.”

Did he buy women and sell them off? Or is he keeping them?

He’s either a buyer or supplier. Either way, he’s fucked.

I hope Psycho’s getting this through the button cam on my crisp white dress shirt. We’re taking this sick bastard down too.

I reach into my slacks pocket, grab a tiny piece of fabric and grip his neck, planting the bug beneath his collar.

“Come on,” I say. “Let’s find some pussy.”

His gray eyes darken. “Fuck, fine.”

I clap him on the back. “That’s the spirit.”