Scout: Royal Devils Texas, page 1
Scout
Royal Devils MC Texas
Erin Trejo
Contents
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
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Epilogue
Chapter One
Scout
Murder.
Malice.
Mayhem.
They call it killing. I call it foreplay. As I stand over the body of the man I just finished carving into pieces, I smirk. I think I did a good job on this one. Tilting my head, I look at him, making sure there isn’t a recognizable spot on him. You see, when you fuck with one, you fuck with all. That’s the way the Royal Devils roll. I take my job seriously, and as the enforcer of our Chapter, this is my line of work. Some think I’m a psychopath. I don’t see myself that way. I’d like to think I’m more creative than anything else. I like finding new ways to torture and kill assholes like this one.
“You done lookin’ at it?” Plugg asks. I shake my head, lean down and grab what’s left of the guy's lip, pulling it out. Sliding my blade through it, I stand up and look at the piece of flesh in my hand.
“Now I’m done,” I grunt, tossing the lip at him.
“You’re a sick son of a bitch, Scout. Did your mommy not love you enough as a child?” He asks with a smirk on his face.
“Loved me just fine.” It’s the truth. My parents were good to me. It wasn’t their fault I couldn’t control some of the sickest urges I had. I still can’t. They took me to every doctor they could think of only to come up with nothing. ‘Your son is as normal as any other boy his age.’ That’s the line they got every time. I knew I was different. I could feel it and practically see it when I looked into the mirror every day. School was the worst. I was in more fights than anyone in the school system until they got sick of dealing with me and sent me packing. I didn’t care, though, because I knew I didn’t fit in there.
“You don’t feel bad for killin’ a mall Santa?” Plugg asks as he chuckles to himself. I pull out a cigarette and light it up before looking at the red suit I stripped him out of before I killed him and shrug.
“We live in fuckin’ Texas. It’s hot as fuck. We don’t need a goddamn mall Santa,” I tell him coolly.
“Poor kids,” he mumbles.
“And what about his poor old lady?” I snap. Plugg looks up at me from where he squats next to the dead Santa.
“You think Prez was tellin’ the truth?” Blowing smoke out my nose, I move toward him slowly and deliberately. He watches me, knowing when to push and when to walk away. “Fuck, Scout. Stop lookin’ at me like that. I was just playin’, man.” Yeah, I bet he was. He knows I wouldn’t hesitate to snap his goddamn neck. Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve taken out a member, and sure as hell won’t be the last.
“You gonna help clean up or bust my fuckin’ ass over a mall Santa?” I ask him before snuffing my cigarette out with the toe of my boot. I rub my hands together, ready to get this cleaned up and head out. I’ve got a bottle of Jack and a baggy of weed that’s calling my name.
“Yeah, let’s do this,” he replies, tugging on the plastic I’d laid down on the floor beforehand. We roll the pieces of the asshole up in the plastic and duct tape it before shoving it into the back of the van. I walk around and climb in the driver’s seat and start it up.
“How you feelin’ about that truce with the Dragons?” Plugg is just full of fuckin’ questions tonight. I pull out and roll down my window.
“Ain’t happy about it, but not much we can do right now. Shit’ll work out later,” I add. Plugg grunts, but he doesn’t know what plans I have in mind. Our Prez, Dix, is as crooked as they fucking come. He’s a liar and a cheater. He doesn’t follow his own damn rules, and frankly, I’m tired of it. He runs our club into the ground and fucks over so many other clubs I’m surprised we have any goddamn allies left. That will all come to an end soon enough. I don’t plan on letting him take this club further into debt than he already has. This place, these guys, they’re all I have, and I refuse to lose them over his coked-up bullshit.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Plugg looks over at me as I keep my eyes on the road.
“Don’t trust you enough to tell you.” It’s blunt and to the point, but it’s the truth. Plugg’s a good guy, and I know he is, but his loyalty to this club makes me wonder how deep his loyalty to the Prez runs. There’s a big difference between the two of them.
“What the fuck, Scout? I’m here, ain’t I? Why the hell would you say that shit to me?” He roars from the passenger seat, but I just shrug. I don’t owe him shit. Not an explanation. Not a word.
The ride out to Devil’s Bluff is silent, just how I wanted it to be. I don’t want to hear his whining and shit, nor hear another word about what I’d said. I just want to finish this shit and move on to the next. When we pull up to the spot, I jump out of the van, grabbing the shovel from the back before I start digging. Plugg joins me a few minutes later, silently digging. When the hole is deep enough, I nod once at him. We move to the van pulling the dead fucker out and dropping him into the hole.
“I feel like we should sing a goddamn Christmas song,” Plugg mutters. I chuckle.
“You like Christmas?” I ask, wiping sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand.
“Fuck no. Spendin’ more money on shit people don’t need or want. Stupid fuckin’ lights that you’ll take down after a day. Nope, not my thing, brother.” I laugh at his words. It’s all true, though. People don’t look at it the same way as we do. Shoveling the last of the dirt over the body, I pull out a cigarette and light it up. Plugg puts the shovels back in the van before leaning against it and watching me.
“You really ain’t gonna tell me why you don’t trust me?” Blowing the smoke out my nose, I shake my head.
“Nothin’ personal, Plugg. Just some shit that’s gonna go down, and I’m not sure how some people are gonna feel about it. I can’t sit around and hold anyone’s hands, yeah?” Plugg seems to ponder that for a second before nodding his head.
“I get it, brother. Just don’t wanna be left in the dark, man. You know, if it’s club related.” I get what he’s saying, and sadly there isn’t shit I can do about it. He isn’t getting any fucking information from me, no matter how hard he tries.
“Just leave it, Plugg. Don’t want you pulled into it, brother. Just know that Christmas is gonna be fucking epic this year.”
Chapter Two
Bebe
“Get your goddamn hands off me, Snake!” I snap as my dad’s VP grabs at my arm. He has one more warning before I pull my switchblade out and slice his dick off.
“Shut the hell up, Bebe, and get in there,” he hisses as he shoves me toward the office door. I stumble through and catch myself before I hit the floor. Bastard.
“What the fuck is this shit?” My dad asks from his spot at his desk.
“This is Snake about to get his ass cut in half. You think you can ride without your arm?” I ask him over my shoulder, my voice laced with snark.
“Shut the fuck up, Bebe. Close the door, Snake.” Snake moves quickly, and luckily for him, he doesn’t seem to be invited to this chat. Not that I want to be here either.
“What the hell is this about, and why is he putting his nasty ass hands on me?” I ask when I turn to face my dad. We’ve never had a very good relationship. I don’t like my place as the club Princess. I don’t want to be respected just because he’s my dad. It’s that line of bullshit that makes me hate them all. I hate my dad and all that he stands for. The things he’s done to me in the past and forced me to see, make me hate him that much more.
“Sit your ass down and watch who you’re talkin’ to.” Rodger “Stix” Hanson says. He’s the Club President and my good old dad. I shake my head and plop in the chair in front of his desk with my arms crossed over my chest.
“What is this shit?”
“This shit is a long-overdue talk. There’s been an offer, and I’m inclined to take it.” Not like I give a shit. I don’t get involved with club business. I never have, so I’m confused and wonder why I’m being told any of this. I reach for the pack of cigarettes on his desk and light one up as I wait. When he doesn’t say anything, I look at him and raise an eyebrow.
“You look so much like your mom. Fuck.”
“Is that what I’m doing here? Here to talk about mom and our similarities?”
“No. You got plans for Christmas. Fact is, you got plans for the rest of your life, Bebe.” What the hell is he talking about now? I sit with my cigarette between my lips, waiting for him to say more. It makes absolutely no sense at all, and to be frank, I’m getting sick of sitting here waiting on him to speak. I shove out of my chair and stand, plucking my smoke from between my lips.
“This is annoying as hell, dad. Spit it the fuck out, or I’m out of here,” I tell him, moving toward the door. His eyes flicker with fire, a fire I know all too well. I’ve been on the recei ving end of it more than once over my twenty-two years of life. He slowly rises from his chair, and my heart leaps into my throat. Am I afraid of my dad? You’re goddamn right, I am. He’s lethal, but at the same time, I have a rough streak in me that I can’t seem to get under control.
“You have some kind of nerve talkin’ to me like that,” he says in a low stone-cold tone. I open my mouth to respond, but he shakes his head no. I keep my lips together, pressed into a thin line.
“Before Christmas, you’re gettin’ married. It’s something that’s been arranged for a while now.”
“What the fuck? No, I’m not!”
“Yeah, the fuck you are! This isn’t up for discussion, Bebe! You will marry him, and you will do what the fuck he says!” My stomach turns over inside of me. Who the hell is he talking about? I’m not even with anyone.
“Who?” I hiss the words.
“We need an alliance with the Royal Devils. You are going to seal that deal for us.” Shaking my head, I take a step back. Did he just say Royal Devils? Like hell, I will.
“No. No way in hell. You know they are fucking killers, dad! They don’t give two shits about women! What are you thinking?” The words fall from my lips as he rounds the desk and comes toward me. I should cringe, I should curl into myself and hide, but I can’t. He can’t send me to them.
“And you think we do? We need this alliance, Bebe! We need them on our side if we are ever going to get our asses out of debt. There’s no other trust between us.”
“So you use me? What the hell? What if I end up dead?” That isn’t a thought I want to have, but it’s there. I’ve heard the Royal Devils spoken about in the clubhouse by the members, and it’s never been good.
“That’s trust, Bebe. I have to show my good faith, and that good faith is you.” The way he hisses the words pisses me off. He’s going to throw me to the wolves to better his goddamn club?
“I won’t do it. I’m not marrying one of them. Kill me if you want, but I won’t.” The snarl that pulls at his lips causes me to shiver. I know better than to talk to him like this, and yet here I am doing it. His hand comes up, wrapping around my neck tightly as he walks me back and against the wall.
“You will do whatever the fuck I tell you to, Bebe. It isn’t up for debate. I made the goddamn deal, and you will follow through with it. I’ll keep your ass locked in the motherfuckin’ basement if I have to until then.” My heart beats rapidly in my chest, his hand tightening until I can barely breathe. Tears fill my eyes, but he doesn’t care. I can’t believe he’s doing this to me. He’s going to force me to marry someone. How could he?
“You got somethin’ to say?” He asks, leaning his face in closer. I shake my head slowly as a smirk crosses his face. “I didn’t think so.” Releasing the hold he has on me, he walks back to his desk as if nothing happened. My stomach churns as I hurry out the door and down the hallway. I head out the first door I can find before I let the tears flow.
“What’s wrong?” Sammy, another one of my dad’s guys and my only friend here, asks me.
“Did you know?” I ask as I look up into his eyes. He looks confused, so my guess is this has been a well-kept secret.
“Know what? Why you cryin’?” he pushes again, moving closer this time. I finally drop the cigarette to the ground and throw myself into his arms. He holds me against him as I sob into his shirt.
“He’s getting rid of me, Sammy,” I cry.
“What do you mean?”
“He made a deal with the Royal Devils. I have to marry one of them.” As the tears continue to pour down my cheeks, I feel Sammy stiffen.
“Which one?” His voice is nearly a growl.
“I don’t know.” In seconds Sammy pushes me back and storms back inside. Shit, this can’t be good.
Chapter Three
Scout
“Hey, Wiz, come here, brother.” I watch as he stalks toward me, a beer in his hand. He tips his chin when he’s closer.
“What?”
“You got everything set up for tomorrow?”
“Yeah. We’re good. Only informed a few of the guys so they’ll be there. You sure you want this shit to go down like this?” I nod my head with a half-smirk on my face. Goddamn right, I want it just like this. I’m sick of the bullshit. I’m tired of being fucked over by a bullshit President who doesn’t know how to step up and be a man. I went above his head. Goddamn right I did. I went to the top and got my shit approved.
“Hell yeah. I wanna see the look in their fuckin’ eyes when it all goes down. Can’t tell me you’re not just as tired of all this shit as I am.” He nods and takes a pull from his beer.
“It is getting old, brother. Just ready for the change.”
“Think it’ll go smoothly?” I ask him. I know not all the guys will be on board, but they will have their chance to step down. I’ll be man enough to offer that shit up on a silver platter.
“For the most part. Doubt many will challenge it and those that do, well,” he shrugs.
“Good. The girl will be comin’ in tonight. I’ll keep her down at my place till the mornin’. First thing tomorrow the other package will be arrivin’. That should get a rise out of Dix.” I can’t help but think about the things I have planned. Deep inside, the darkness dances, and the devil claws to be free. I want to set him free, but not just yet. First, I need to make sure all the hard work I’ve put into this goes smoothly. After that, it’s fair game.
“Heard that. You talk to Plugg?” Shaking my head, I grab my beer off the counter and take a long pull.
“No. Don’t trust him that far yet. He was hell-bent on knowin’, but I didn’t say shit. I want to see how he acts tomorrow. If he wants that spot like I think he does, he will pass with flyin’ colors,” I admit. I’ve watched Plugg. Hell, I’ve even taken him out on some secretive shit just to see what gets back to the Prez and when nothing did, I was shocked. I still don’t trust him completely, but that’s probably more my problem than his. I don’t trust many, and to earn my trust, you have to prove yourself. That takes balls considering who we are.
“I think this shit’s gonna be good for us, brother. We need change. Draggin’ the Dragons into shit was not a smart move on Dix’s part,” Wiz says, his eyes going wild. I know that feeling all too well.
“No, it wasn’t, but pulling Fury in is,” I chuckle.
“Goddamn right it is. Those stupid fucks will take the fall for a lot,” he reminds me. That’s part of why I made the offer. I know they’re not that smart. I know they dabble in shit they shouldn’t. I’ve researched the assholes. Stix is dumb as fuck when it comes to running anything that doesn’t have a pussy attached to it. More of his men have gone down in drug busts over the years than I care to count. So why am I bringing them in? Oh, you’ll see.
“I’m gonna go meet the girl at the house. Make sure shit stays quiet around here for the night, yeah?”
“Yeah, I got it.” I turn on my heel and walk out of the clubhouse. Our place is set up somewhat like the So Cal Bastards, except we don’t have a giant ass wall around our property. We are out in the middle of nowhere, though, and that’s downright helpful. Most of the guys have houses close by, but some opted to stay further out. Either way, I don’t give a shit. I like being close to the clubhouse. I spend a lot of my time there and this way it’s just easier to come and go. Climbing on my bike, I start it up and ride down the third road to the right. I pull into my driveway when I see the car sitting idle next to the curb. A smile curls my lips. I park and climb off my bike, sauntering over to the car as the back door opens.
“Got your package,” the kid says, nodding toward the door. I nod my head once and watch as he grabs the girl and pulls her out. Her eyes are bloodshot like she’s been crying, which she probably has. She didn’t ask for this shit, but it was the only way to ensure the rest of my plan fell into place. I’m not all that happy about it either.
