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HAVOC
KER DUKEY
CONTENTS
Title
Also by
ROYAL BASTARDS MC SERIES
code
Authors note
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
Acknowledgment
About the author
TITLE
HAVOC
ROYAL BASTARDS MC #4
NOVELLA
BY KER DUKEY
Copyright © 2022 Ker Dukey
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Editor: Word Nerd Editing
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
ALSO BY
Standalone Novels:
Lost
I See You
The Beats in Rift
Devil
Lost Boy
Dark Queen
Kings Of Blood & Money
Exclusive to YONDER
Kings of Sin series.
Empathy Series:
Empathy
Desolate
Vacant – Novella
Deadly – Novella
The Broken Series:
The Broken
The Broken Parts of Us
The Broken Tethers That Bind Us – Novella
The Broken Forever – Novella
The Men by Numbers Series:
Ten
Six
Drawn to You Duet:
Drawn to You
Lines Drawn
Royal Bastard MC Series:
Grim (Newsletter exclusive)
Animal
Rage
Carnage
Co-Written with D. Sidebottom
The Deception Series:
FaCade
Cadence
Beneath Innocence – Novella
The Lilith’s Army MC Series:
Taking Avery
Finding Rhiannon
Coming Home TBA
Co-Written with K Webster
The Pretty Little Dolls Series:
Pretty Stolen Dolls
Pretty Lost Dolls
Pretty New Doll
Pretty Broken Dolls
The V Games Series:
Vlad
Ven
Vas
KKinky Reads Collection:
Share Me
Choke Me
Daddy Me
Watch Me
Hurt Me
Play Me
Joint Series
Four Fathers Series:
Blackstone by J.D. Hollyfield
Kingston by Dani René
Pearson by K Webster
Wheeler by Ker Dukey
Four Sons Series:
Nixon by Ker Dukey
Hayden by J.D Hollyfield
Brock by Dani René
Camden by K Webster
The Elite Seven Series:
Lust – Ker Dukey
Pride – J.D. Hollyfield
Wrath – Claire C. Riley
Envy – M.N. Forgy
Gluttony – K Webster
Sloth – Giana Darling
Greed – Ker Dukey & K Webster
ROYAL BASTARDS MC SERIES
FOURTH RUN
B.B. Blaque: Royally Malevolent
Morgan Jane Mitchell: Royal Road
Crimson Syn: Wrecked from Malice
Glenna Maynard: Claiming the Biker
Liberty Parker: Property of Wrecker
Amy Davies : Fighting for Una
Addison Jane: His Rival
Erin Trejo: Trek
Misty Walker: Petra’s Biker
Chelle C . Craze & Eli Abbott: Wiley AF
KL Ramsey: Dizzy’s Desire
Nikki Landis: Twisted Devil
M. Merin: Wolfman
Kristine Allen: Sabre
J.Lynn Lombard: Derange’s Destruction
Deja Voss: Forbidden Bruises
Darlene Tallman: Brick’s House
Nicole James: Keeping the Throne
Shannon Youngblood: Kingdom and Kourt
India R. Adams: parting for Thunder
Jessica Ames: Into the Dark
J.L. Leslie: Worth the Pain
Nicole James: Climbing the Ranks
Elle Boon: Royally Judged
J.L. Leslie: Worth the Trouble
Kristine Dugger: Familiar Taste of Poison
Kathleen Kelly: Creed
K.E. Osborn: Alluring Abyss
Murphy Wallace: Injustice and Absolution
Ker Dukey: Havoc
Dani Rene: A Beautiful Monster
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Website- https://www.royalbastardsmc.com/
CODE
CLUB 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.
AUTHORS NOTE
This is a Royal Bastards Novella
following Lily’s story
Read with caution.
Contains scenes that may cause triggers from the start.
CHAPTER
ONE
PAST.
LILY
Fifteen years old…
“Drink up, Lily.”
No.
“I don’t want to.” My hand tightens around the glass, my knuckles turning white. The snowy crushed tablets swirl in the water, settling at the bottom of the glass. The air condenses, suffocating me. Yellow flowers on the wallpaper wilt before my eyes. The old wooden chair digs into my thighs, my foot tapping manically beneath the table. The dull, outdated kitchen makes me want to vomit.
I hate it here.
The words don’t make it past my lips, fear holding them hostage. The last time I spoke those words, I couldn’t walk for a week. Grandma’s paddle hangs on the wall like a medal, mocking me from across the room.
“It’s better for you if you drink it,” Grandma tells me. I know she’s right. It will silence the voices. Block out the pain inflicted in the dark. Drown out the betrayal.
No.
“Drink it.” She glowers, pushing my head toward the glass, her jagged nails scraping against my scalp. Tears burn the corners of my eyes. My stomach growls, wanting to eat the small portion of food before me. Ever since I hit fourteen and my boobs became noticeable, Grandma began limiting my meals, like that was the reason I was changing into a woman. Now, my bones protrude from the skin. I can’t stand to look at myself in the mirror.
“Drink, Lily.” Her voice is sharp, stabbing into me. Wounding.
Please don’t make me.
To drink this poison makes me complicit in some way.
“Drink or you won’t see your brother this weekend.”
A pit opens in my chest. I don’t want to see Jameson. What if he sees the dirt on my skin, the sin, the disgusting stains that litter my soul?
“No!” I shout, throwing the glass across the kitchen. It slams against the fridge and shatters, making a loud sound that shocks us both. My heart pounds behind my ribcage. Panic ravages my thoughts. My bladder threatens to empty on the kitchen chair.
“You ungrateful little devil child. Get to your room now,” she scorns snatching my plate away.
I need that food.
My hands shoot out to stop her, but it’s too late. My fingers thud against the tablecloth, the plate out of reach.
“Room. Now.” She jabs a finger, and my breath hitches. I look at the door but don’t move. Gentle tremors shake my hands.
Kill her, Lily.
The thought creeps in from the shadows o f my mind, rolling in like a tide to wash all the fear away, all the pain she’s caused me.
“What’s going on?” Grandpa’s raspy voice calls from the basement. My stomach twists. Nerves chew beneath the skin, trying to get out.
“Do you want me to tell him to come up here?” she asks, narrowing her small, crinkly blue eyes at me.
My voice catches in my throat. I want to scream, Why! Instead, I say, “No,” shaking my head vehemently.
Pushing the chair back from the table, I stand and hurry down the hall, closing the door to my room as soon as I enter. Slumping back against it, tears fall down my cheeks as the lock clicks into place.
This room is full of furniture, dolls, soft toys, but I’m hollow. Candy cotton pink walls and embroidery drapes left untouched from when my mother slept inside these four walls. They do nothing to offer comfort. Mama’s six feet under, rotting in a casket.
The world was too much for her.
I was too much.
How could she leave me to this fate?
I don’t know how much time passes, but I know something bad is coming. The wait is almost too much to bear.
Sitting in the corner of my room, I grip a soft teddy bear until pain aches my fingertips. The chime of the doorbell signals the visitor who haunts my nightmares.
Please go away.
Please go away.
Mumbled voices followed by footfalls stopping outside my room blast like a siren in my head.
The latch clicks. The handle drops, and so does my stomach.
No. Go away.
Panic seizes my joints. I can’t move.
The door creaks open, the imposing figure filling the space. “Hello, little love.”
Sickness roils my stomach.
“I want the drink,” I plead, the words clawing up my throat.
The man steps into the room, licking his lips. “Remember, no visible bruises,” Grandpa tells him, he and Grandma standing behind the man looking in at me.
What about the internal ones? The mental ones? Why don’t you love me?
“Grandma, I want the drink,” I plead.
“You should have thought about that.” Her evil face twists.
The man reaches for his belt as the door slams and the lock engages. “Be a good girl. I’m not going to hurt you,” he spills his lies, taking off his jacket and hanging it on a hook on the door.
I want to die too.
Mama went to heaven and left me in hell.
The man pulls off his collar and places it on my doll house. The devil disguised as a man of god.
“On the bed, Lily. Be a good girl.”
One day, I’m going to kill them all.
Heaven be damned.
CHAPTER
TWO
Present
LILY
Twenty years old…
“She’s fucking crazy,” the little wimp cries out, nursing his hand against his chest, red liquid dripping to the floor at his feet.
“Why the fuck did you stab him?” Rage exhales, sick of my shit. He’s sitting at a table in the main room of the clubhouse with our prez and two guys I don’t recognize. My gaze is drawn to the one fidgeting with a lighter, twirling it in his hand, glacier blue eyes focused on the action.
“He grabbed my ass,” I snap, justified.
“She was bending down, waving it in my face,” Milk whines. Only in our chapter a month and he’s already outstayed his welcome.
“I was tying my fucking boot, you grubby little shmuck.” I should have stabbed his tongue, then I wouldn’t be standing here getting tattled on like some pre-school bullshit.
“So, if you stabbed him, why the hell is your ass cheek bleeding?” Rage points to my ass. Frowning, I look to see the small gash in my jean shorts oozing blood down the pocket. Fuck. I love these shorts.
“His hand was on my ass when I stabbed it.” I shrug.
“Wait—” Animal shakes his head, “—you stabbed your own ass to punish, Milk?”
“I don’t like being groped by an inbred freak. I reacted, my ass be damned.” In reality, I’d reacted without thinking at all. The anger took over, and the next thing I knew, Milk was wailing like a bitch and my ass stung.
“I ain’t inbred, you crazy fucking bitch.” I shift my foot in his direction, and he flinches. Pussy.
“Enough.” Animal slams his palm down on the table, making it rattle. “Milk, have Doc stitch you up. Lily, for fuck’s sake, stop stabbing brothers.” It’s only been three. They all deserved it.
“Is that it? She tried to kill me!” Milk belts out.
“If I wanted to kill you, you’d have a hole in your head, not your hand, dumbass.” How this waste of leather ever earned his patch, I’ll never know. I roll my eyes and cross my arms, my gaze landing on the new guys again. The lighter twirler is stone-faced, his eyes flitting between Milk and me and my ass, his fist tightening around the lighter. The other one grins like we know each other and share a joke.
Leaning into my space, Milk hisses, “You better watch your back.” I fist my hands, itching under my skin to maim him.
“You had to go and do it, didn’t you?” Rage groans, rubbing his hands down his face.
A shadow bleeds over Milk’s body, heavy-footed boots stopping behind him. “Tell me I didn’t hear you threaten my baby sister?” Jameson towers over Milk, dwarfing him.
The color drains from Milk’s face. If I weren’t royally pissed off, it would be funny. Jameson places a bottle of whiskey on the table, juggling five glasses between his fingers.
Turning, Milk holds up his hand. “She stabbed me.”
“You’re lucky to still have the hand,” Jameson warns him.
“Why do they call you Milk?” the grinner asks, cutting through the atmosphere.
“Because he sucked on his mama’s tits until he was a teen.” I scrunch my nose.
“I was nine,” he defends pathetically, and I almost gag.
“Still fucking gross,” Rage points out. A smile curls my lips.
“Can you go and get yourselves cleaned up? You’re making a fucking mess.” Animal gestures to the small puddle at Milk’s feet. My blood has dripped down my leg and filled the back of my boot.
“Monroe is out back with Drew. Have her stitch you up.” Jameson jerks his head at me.
“Thanks. I will,” Milk grumbles and goes to leave.
“Not you, pervert,” Jameson sneers, grabbing his shoulder, halting his steps. “I was talking to Lily.”
“Well, who’s going to fix me?” Milk looks between Jameson and Animal.
“A therapist?” the grinner pipes up, making himself and Rage chuckle.
“Who the fuck are you again?” Milk asks him. Animal straightens his back and leans forward, steepling his fingers.
“They’re my guests. Now, fuck off before I give you a real wound to cry about.”
Mumbling under his breath, Milk shuffles away, disappearing out the back exit.
My gaze shifts to the lighter player, his eyes burning into the side of my face. Bold of him to stay blatantly focused on me.
What the hell are you staring at?
The retort is on the tip of my tongue, but it gets clogged in my throat. He seems familiar to me, gravity tugging me toward him. Do I know you? It’s stupid, that’s a face you wouldn’t forget. The hairs raise on my arms, energy cackling through my veins, those eyes as clear as the Mediterranean ocean. I want to get shipwrecked in them.
“Hey,” the grinner says, drawing my attention to him. “I agree. Milk deserved it.”
“No arguments here.” Jameson fills the glasses with liquor.
“Don’t encourage her,” Animal groans, knocking back his drink in one gulp.
