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Royally Targeted
A Royal MC Novel
Elle Boon
elleboon@yahoo.com
© Copyright 2021 Elle Boon
All cover art and logos © Copyright Lou Grey
All rights reserved.
Royally Targeted
A Royal MC Novel
Copyright © 2021 Elle Boon
First E-book Publication: 2021
Cover design by Lou Grey
Edited by Tracy Roelle
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.
All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.
PUBLISHER:
Elle Boon
Table of Contents
Royal Bastards Code
Dedication
Character List
Royal MC Playlist
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Epilogue
Royally Secured
Thank You
Other Books by Elle Boon
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.
OLE’ LADIES: Never disrespect a member’s or brother’s Ole’Lady. PERIOD.
CHURCH is MANDATORY.
LOYALTY: Takes precedence overall, 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.
Dedication
First and foremost, I’d like to thank all you amazing readers for loving my Royal MC series enough to want more. I hope you’ve enjoyed all the stories you’ve read, and I can’t wait for you to fall in love with Archer and Tiana. You’ll see that this story has my guys moving forward a few years so that T is no longer a teenager, so buckle up, ya’ll, and be ready for one heck of a ride.
To my amazing team of Betas, y’all rock sooo effing hard. Debbie Ramos, Maureen Ames, Mary Hull, and Marsha McDaniel, along with the entire Bombshells, thank you ladies for helping with this story. Thank you all, for all you do to make my books so amazing. Thank you to my editor Tracy Roelle for always putting in those long hours for “that client” LOL. And a huge thanks to you readers...you are simply the best ever. FLOVE y’all soo hard. And last but definitely not least, a huge shoutout to Lou Gray for this amazing cover and Happy reading, y’all.
Y’all have no clue how much I appreciate all who have read my stories, and this dedication, so thank you from the bottom of my heart and soul. Love y’all soo hard.
XOXO,
Elle Boon
Character List
TO AVOID SPOILERS THIS LIST ONLY INCLUDES THE CHARACTERS MENTIONED
IN THE PREVIOUS BOOKS
ROYAL MC MEMBERS:
King Royal – President – King Royal Jr (Son of King Sr), brother to Duke VP (Royally Tempted book 3)
Duke Royal – Vice President – Son of King Royal Sr, brother to King (Royally Treasured book 4)
Traeger – Sgt at Arms (Royally Taken book 2)
Keys – Enforcer (Royally Broken book 5)
Hollywood aka Scott Haven – Enforcer (Royally Chosen Christmas book 7)
Digger – Road Captain – Owns Royal Towing
Cosmo – Enforcer and money man (Royally F**ked changed to Royally Saved book 6)
Tymber – Tattoo Artist (Royally Twisted book 1)
Ayesha – King’s ole’ lady
Ivy – Tymber’s ole’ lady, former best friend of Luke Royal
Luke Royal – Twin to Duke Royal / Luke committed suicide in Royally Twisted.
Kailani – Traeger’s ole’ lady – Mob boss’s daughter (Father and Brother both killed in previous books)
Lennox – Duke’s ole’ lady – Doc’s daughter – Doctor and old timer
Palmer – Keys’ ole’ lady (Royally Broken book 5)
DaiTai – Cosmo’s ole’ lady (Royally Saved book 6)
Talena – Hollywood’s ole’ lady (Royally Chosen Christmas book 7)
Archer – Formerly known as prospect Frog – Real name is Mick Richardson (Royally Targeted book 9)
Tiana – Sister to Ayesha, King’s ole’ lady (Royally Targeted book 9)
Groot – Pete former prospect, killed in Royally Tempted by Ayesha/King
Former Originals: None have books or have been mentioned except King Sr...yet “wink”
King Royal Sr – President – Deceased
Ryno Marx – VP - Deceased
Argo Peters – Sgt at Arms – Deceased
Crazy Jax – Treasurer – Deceased
Torpedo (Tinny) – Deceased
Royal MC Playlist
LONELY - JUSTINE BIEBER
Lasting Lover Sigala & James Author
It Will Come Back - Hozier
Monsters - Demi Lovato feat. Blackbear
Blinding Lights - Teddy Swims
Welcome to My House Nu Breed & Jesse Howard
Villain - Lily Rose
Goodbyes - Post Malone
Finally//beautiful stranger - Halsey
Memories - Maroon 5
You Broke Me First - Tate McRae
Falling - Harry Styles
Without Me - Halsey & Juice World
I Fall Apart - Post Malone
Tell Me You Love Me - Demi Lovato
Starting Over - Christ Stapleton
Someone You loved - Lewis Capaldi
I hope - Gabby Barrett & Charlie Puth
Hold On - Cord Overstreet
Love Lies - Khalid & Normani
Bad Intentions - Niykee Heaton
Sex On Fire - Kings Of Leon
Apologize - Timbaland & OneRepublic
Bring Me To Life - Evanescence
You Don't Own Me - SayGrace Ft G-Eazy
If You Want Love - NF
Hero - Enrique Iglesias
Let's Hurt Tonight - OneRepublic
If the World Was Ending - JP Saxe & Julia Michaels
Die From A Broken Heart - Maddie & Tae
Prologue
Tiana froze, her body aching in places she’d never hurt before. She heard several male voices, too close to where she lay as bits of memory came back to her. The sheet beneath her felt scratchy, or maybe it was her body that was more sensitive. Oh god, what had she done?
“I think our plaything is awake, Rico.”
Another man laughed as the bed jostled her.
“Are you playing possum, mi juguete?” Rico asked, brushing her hair back from her face as he ripped the sheet from her body.
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Ah, you did please us. If we weren’t out of time, we’d let you do so again. Don’t fret though. I’ve decided you were so good I’m going to keep you.”
She blinked, the horrors of what he’d done to her, what they’d done came to her as she looked around the room, noticing several men were lounging around naked. They all wore expressions of satisfaction, as if what they’d done was no big deal.
“I want to go home,” she whispered. Tiana needed to climb into the shower and wash away the feeling of being used. God, she couldn’t remember what had happened after she walked into the suite except feeling something sharp stabbing into the side of her neck. Her feet had moved toward Rico, and then...nothing.
Rico’s hot breath brought her back into the moment, and then she was crying out as his fingers clamped down on her jaw, forcing her to look up at him. “Open your eyes.”
Tiana was too scared to do anything except obey.
“You will go home and say nothing about what happened this weekend. Are we clear?” he growled close to her face.
Fear had her nodding. He said weekend, but she’d only just arrived. She’d told her sister she was spending the night with her friend, not the weekend. Surely Ayesha would’ve called the police and was searching for her even now.
“Do not worry, mi juguete. Your sister thinks you are off at cheer camp. Now get up and shower. We leave in thirty minutes and can’t have you returning home looking as though you’ve been fucked six ways to Sunday, although that’s close to the truth.” Rico got up from the bed.
The motion jarred her, making her wince in pain.
“Ah, I like that sound. Maybe we should have one more bit of fun before sending you back, hmm?”
“Leave her be, Gregor, we don’t have time, and if you hurt her anymore
She moved to the side of the bed, holding the towel in front of her, every step she took toward the bathroom was filled with fear and pain and shame. She’d been stupid.
Chapter One
Mick rolled over, cracking his neck, and wished it was that easy to relieve the memories that plagued him.
“Where are you going, baby? It’s still early, come back to bed.”
He looked over his shoulder at the woman lying in the bed. He should probably remember her name, but the truth is he couldn’t recall shit from the night before. He scraped a hand down his face, feeling more than a few days’ worth of beard abrading his palm.
“Sweets, I’d love nothing more than to do that, but I got shit to do, and that ain’t you. You’re welcome to kick it here until checkout at eleven.” He got up, uncaring of the fact he was totally naked. Hell, he was comfortable in his own skin. He’d grown up where it wasn’t uncommon, since the bastard who was lord of all, or so he pretended to be, used clothes or lack thereof, as a form of punishment. He slammed the memories of his past away, hating everything about where he’d come from. He’d run far and hard to get away from the bastard and his beliefs.
“Are you sure I can’t coax you back to bed?”
Mick knew what he’d see if he turned around. What the woman behind him didn’t understand was that he had already seen more sex being had by monsters by the time he’d been sixteen than she’d probably had in all of her twenty plus years. Shit, he’d been accused of fucking women who were pseudo mothers by his own bastard father, before he’d truly understood what it was to have sex. He’d mastered his body’s reactions, even when the fucking had been done right in front of him, he’d refrained from giving in to his baser urges. He’d been accused of screwing women he hadn’t, and then he’d been made to do so.
Tugging his jeans up his legs, he didn’t answer or look at the woman again. The disgusted huff let him know she wasn’t happy with him, which was good. He’d rather her be pissed off than try to seduce him, or whatever the fuck she was trying to do. An image of a girl who was too young, too innocent, and too off limits for him popped into his head. King would have his head on a pike and his dick removed from his body if he knew the thoughts that he’d harbored for his wife’s baby sister. For years, dammit, he’d wanted a girl he couldn’t, shouldn’t want.
After he had his T-shirt shrugged on, and his leather cut with the word PROSPECT in the bottom rocker, he shoved his feet into his black shitkickers. “You need anything before I leave, sweets?”
“Do you even know my name, Frog?” she asked.
He stared over at the woman, thinking back to the previous evening. She was sitting up with her back against the cheap headboard, the sheet lying across her lap, while the tits he’d done some dirty deeds to were easy to see from the light streaming in from the bathroom. She didn’t know his real name he was sure, but he wasn’t hurt by that fact. He didn’t like causing pain to women and made sure he chose ones who knew the way shit was before taking them to bed.
Mick made it a point to never lie since he’d been lied to his entire motherfucking life. His eyes met hers, and for a moment, he saw a hint of vulnerability, quickly wiped away with the hardness he recognized. “I could lie and say something that you and I both know ain’t the truth. You didn’t come up here with me thinking we were gonna be anything other than a good time, did you? Hell, you know me as Frog. What’s my real name, sweets?”
He crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for her to answer. Sure, she knew him as Frog, but did she know him? Fuck no. Silence stretched for another long second. Mick crossed the room, the chain connected to his belt loop and his wallet the only sound other than the air conditioner that kicked on.
Her breathing hitched, her shoulders tensed. He didn’t know if she thought he was gonna smack her or what. Fuck, he wasn’t a damn monster. “I had a good time, and I know you did if the scratches on my back and the number of condoms we went through were anything to go by. That’s what this was about. What your name and mine is, has no bearing on what went down between us. That’s all that’s gonna happen. Feel me?” He gripped the back of her hair in a loose grip and kissed her forehead.
“You’re not mad?”
Up close, he could see the smudged makeup under her eyes, and the reality that she was a lot younger than she probably acted. He hoped like hell she was at least old enough to drink, because he knew for a fact, they’d drank a hell of a lot of tequila the night before. “Nah, sweets, I ain’t mad in the least. Go ahead and sleep a few more hours. I’ll tell the front desk we want a late checkout if you’d like?”
“Sounds good. You definitely wore me out. Hey, what’s your real name?” she asked.
“You can call me Frog. All my friends do.” He winked and stood back up before she could get any ideas. He wasn’t one to go back for another round with the same woman. Not because she wasn’t good, but they tended to get ideas, and he was so far from ideal he made sure he steered clear of it.
“I’ll see you around, Frog. Maybe one day I’ll learn your real name, and you’ll learn mine.” She yawned, then scooted down, pulling the covers up to her shoulders.
“Sweets, you need to take better care of yourself. If you’re looking for something more stop looking where you are. You want more, you demand more from the gate, don’t ever settle for less.”
“You’re a nice guy, Frog,” she said around a yawn.
“Nah, I’m an asshole so don’t go thinking I’m your prince charming or some shit. I don’t come back for seconds, sweets.”
Mick walked out the door, not bothering to look backward as he left. He wouldn’t be learning her name or offering her his. If by chance she and he crossed paths again, he hoped she had found herself a man who knew her worth.
“Let’s roll, boys. My ole’ lady wants a tattoo to commemorate the birth of our child, so we’re rolling out in thirty minutes,” King said. His commanding voice reverberated around the clubhouse.
Frog lifted the steaming cup of coffee to his lips, taking a healthy swallow as he listened to the others groan. Being a Royal MC Prospect, he’d gotten a text over two hours ago telling him he was needed at the clubhouse for important business. Seemed the important business was riding as part of the Prez’s woman’s protection. Not that he minded, except it appeared as though the bane of his existence was also going, and fuck him runnin’, Tiana Royal was going to drive him insane.
“What’s that, Frog?” Traeger asked beside him.
“Didn’t say a word.” He took another drink. The hot brew burned his tongue and throat, but he didn’t even grimace.
“I swear to all that is holy, Tiana, you are buying from Hookers R Us or some shit. Go put some damn clothes on,” Ayesha said, pointing her finger toward the door as she tapped her toe.
“Ayesha, I’ll have you know I’m wearing more attire than half the women who were here last night,” Tiana muttered.
Mick kept his eyes down, wondering if he could slip out the door without anyone noticing.
“Be that as it may, you’re my little sister not one of the bitches who hangs out here, hoping to fuck one of the brothers. You are not going out in public like that. Tell her, King.” Ayesha slapped the end of the bar making the empty glasses rattle.
“Now, baby, don’t get upset. She looks fine. Besides, none of my guys look at her like they do the women who come here. Hell, she doesn’t even hang out up here when it’s dark and they’re partying,” King reassured his woman.
Mick nearly choked on the coffee in his mouth. Traeger slapped him on the back like he was trying to help him spit up a bowling ball or something, which hurt worse than helped. Fuck, he needed to get the hell out of there, or he was liable to bite his tongue off, or get his spine broken by the sergeant at arms.
“You alright, brother?” Digger asked, wiping up the coffee he’d spilt.
Mick got to his feet, keeping his focus away from the scene at the other end of the bar. “Yeah, I gotta take a piss. Let King know I’ll be out by the bikes when he’s ready to roll.”
He took the long way around, going through the kitchen in his bid to avoid getting too close to Tiana and her too sexy little ass. He hit the back door like a man starving for air. Once outside, he inhaled deeply, raising his face up to the sun even though his poor eyes were bloodshot from the night before and his tequila drinking. Ayesha wasn’t far off in her estimation about Tiana’s outfits of choice. Sure, the women who came to the clubhouse dressed similarly, but they were usually looking to hookup or were already with one of the brothers. Tiana on the other hand wasn’t, and he couldn’t help but stare at her and saw many of the others did as well. Her wearing a shirt that barely covered her ample tits, and shorts that he could see the bottom of her asscheeks if she bent over, wasn’t what he considered appropriate dress for...her. His dick jumped beneath the fly of his denim, telling him he was a liar. Her outfit was appropriate for her, just not what he’d choose for her to wear and allow others to see her in when she was claimed, by him. Fuck.
