Royally Malevolent (Royal Bastards MC: NYC Book 4) by B.B. Blaque

Author:B.B. Blaque [Blaque, B.B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-05-02T16:00:00+00:00

The Rosewater Spa at Cruz Tower

After I put my things into a locker I took a deep breath and pulled the robe around me. I slid into a pair of slippers and listened to my feet shuffle along the stone floor on the way to the jacuzzi. My brain was shuffling and scratching through all the memories of him and us. Soaking might help give me a better perspective, but I had little hope that it’d actually hold me back. Sage is my husband, and I love him dearly, but the woman I am is only possible because of The Bishop. He made me as sure as if he’d molded me from clay, fired me in a kiln, and painted me with his favorite colors. It wasn’t all Biblical, but I’d been made into the Eve for his Adam. Or like humans are supposed to be made in God’s image. Yes. That’s the one. I couldn’t just let God forsake me and if he had, there was nothing wrong with getting in his face and telling him how bad he was fucking up!

I started my music and slid into the tub. The room smelled like chlorine and eucalyptus and I tried to let the scents clear my head. Nothing will work. Roses keep getting by everything. There hadn’t even been time to wake up completely so I leaned my head back and tried to relax. Starting at my toes I imagined every spot of my body letting go of the tension and kept trying to breathe it all away. Then I heard the door and footsteps were coming toward me. I jumped forward—thinking, hoping, praying it was him.

“Well, lookie here. If it ain’t Miss Calico taking a soak without us.” Tough Cookie was standing there with the one The Bishop never calls by name. They call her SNAFU or It and I’ve always spoken to her without using anything specific.

“Did Sage send you?” They were walking the steps into the large jacuzzi. “I’m not changing my mind. If that’s why you’re here, please don’t try.”

The chances of finding myself there with the only other slaves who were important to The Bishop wasn’t an accident. Tough Cookie was almost like an angel—a wild, hedonistic angel—she brought him to the lifestyle and without that, I probably would’ve been dead at eighteen years old. The other one—SNAFU—he’s known longer than any of us. She was before he was a Master, back when he was a predator. I don’t think he realizes how much I know, but even though we aren’t supposed to, we talk about things. Cookie has her own Master but still submits to Jordan. SNAFU has come a long way from what I’ve been told, but she’s broken. He broke her. She’ll never leave and I’ve never felt the need to make her. Not that the choice is mine.

“We knew you were in town, and Sage might’ve said a lil somethin’.” Cookie’s Texas accent is one of my favorite things about her.

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