When Royal Blood Meet Their Savage Fallen Season 1 Binge Book: When Royal Blood Meet Their Savage Fallen, #1

By Dawn Marifield

A New Adventure with more to come!

**Contains humor, family reunions, blindsiding action, and confusion!  Oh, and some healing for a few that really need it!

 

 

Dear Reader,

Thank you for joining us at the beginning of a very interesting journey for a former biker club kid who made good only to later return to a world far different than she remembered. 

There is still much to come from The Royal Blood clan and their rival, who Princess met, but her Pops isn't really sure what their President's issue is besides a long-held grudge.  Maybe the image will fill in quickly and they can find out what Pops means by 'a fight that never finished'.

Does Princess ever get released from the hospital for HER home?  Where will her son and herself find themselves at for 'home'?  How does that reunion with Chase actually go?  What exactly has she been doing over these years?

Stay tuned for the episodes of When Royal Blood Meets the Savage Fallen.  Many questions have yet to be asked or answered and when they are…the truth will either come at a fight to the death or a hilarious punch line, funny…especially to them.

Thanks!

Dawn

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dawn M Hyde
• Release date: Dec 21, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201042264

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When Royal Blood Meets Their Savage Fallen

Season 1

Intro thru Episode 11

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Contents

When Royal Blood Meets Their Savage Fallen

Season 1

The Introduction to

When Royal Blood Meets Their Savage Fallen

Royal Expansion Through Pops Eyes Before and After He Became Prez

Our Royal VP Known Only As Sledge

Dear Reader,

When Royal Blood Meets Their Savage Fallen

Episode 1

Princess

Princess

Princess

Pops

Pops

Pops

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Episode 2

Chase

Chase

Chase

Chase

Princess

Princess

Princess

Princess

Chase

Princess

Princess

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Episode 3

Chase

Chase

Pops

Pops

Princess

Princess

Princess

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Episode 4

Princess

Chase

Chase

Pops

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Episode 5

Pops

Pops

Pops

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Episode 6

Chase

Chase

Princess

Princess

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Episode 7

Princess

Chase

Pops

Princess

Princess

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Episode 8

Pops

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Chase

Chase

Princess

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Episode 9

Princess

Sledge

Princess

Princess

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Episode 10

Chase

Chase

Pops

Pops

Chase

Chase

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Episode 11

Princess

Pops

Sledge

Junior (AKA Hacker)

Chase

Princess

Junior (AKA Hacker)

Dear Reader,

Sneak Peek—Season 2

☺ ☺ ☺ About Author ☺ ☺ ☺

DAWN MARIFIELD  Publications

DAWN M HYDE  Previous Publications

The Introduction to

When Royal Blood Meets Their Savage Fallen

Royal Expansion Through Pops Eyes Before and After He Became Prez

You heard him.  I spoke up as the very few members argued with my father who is and has been President of the Royal Blood clan for longer than I been around.  The separation of Chapters will allow us growth and ability to cover larger regions.  Allow those who should be higher in ranks to shine in their own Chapter if they can’t here because seats are filled.

Sledge, my best friend, son of our VP, and my partner in crime since we were able to walk and then run.  As always, he even had my back in this discussion that had been growing increasingly heated.  Look, many of you travel from miles around to meet here, because this was always THE spot.  How much easier would it be to have your own church?  Clubhouse?  How about autonomy while remaining with the club you chose for life?  He posed to the group.

You two are only arguing shit because you’re next in line unless one of us takes it.  Mad Dog, one of our most boisterous and annoying of our members points a finger at me. 

I shrugged my hands near my shoulders not even wishing to argue with this idiot, but I had to point out.  Look at all these guys in this room.  Many of them have to leave their families not just for their duties with us almost weekly if they can, but they have jobs outside because we can’t employ everyone in one spot.  We need to be able to cover more.

I think it was bullshit you skipped Prospect and got patched solely because your ‘daddy’ runs this place.  He spat.

Sledge shook his head scoffing under his breath.  And that’s all he’s got for us?

That’ll do Mad Dog.  My father stood from behind his desk staring straight into Mad Dog’s eyes as he asks in a firm tone.  Why did you stay in this club if you had such a problem with how things are run?  And need I remind YOU that you were also Legacy patched in by YOUR family, so I think your comment to my boys here was a bit ignorant.  My father raised his gaze, now looking over the group as he spoke. 

"When I took over for my father, I wasn’t provided many choices.  I was young, undisciplined, and had to grow up literally overnight to fill that man’s shoes here AND at home.  My mother wasn’t able to help because women weren’t included in anything until we began loosening that grip.  They’re treated better, included in more, but still not allowed in our Church.  Our daughters neither.

The other guys, as you suggested like a primal beast Mad Dog...that wanted to take the ‘Alpha’ out...they fucked up as you are today.  I wasn’t an easy mark simply being young, nor am I that old to be considered weak.  I wasn’t taught to fail.  I was groomed for THIS no matter my self-doubt at that time.  Believe boy, my confidence now alone can kick your ass, and I don’t have to lift a finger.

You happen to see any of those previous contenders I mentioned here today?  HA!  Another change I managed to make...we don’t have to duel to the death as we would have been tasked with under previous rule.  I do miss that, but always hated digging my own holes.

Although, I could punch you in the face until I’ve had my fill.  Rules now state you then have to buy me a beer and pat my back on what a good ass whooping that was.  You have no clue the lucky bastard you are.  If my father was here, he’d have slit your throat while the rest of us continued on, business as usual stepping over you until you began to smell. 

As a matter of fact, your Prospect trial, was me appeasing your family by keeping old rule.  I made that point clear throughout.  You stayed whether you felt obligated to us or them I can’t say.  THEY wanted to prove they raised you with the dedication they had for only this. 

They didn’t care what you were exposed to in life or what you ever wanted from it.  I did...and in order to change a damn thing later I had to figure out how to swim and not sink this entire damn ship first.

I had to play along to gain the trust of my clan, earn their respect, and learn my job.  For and because this is my only family.  Mom checked out, and my sisters went elsewhere to have lives.  However, I was here to prove I could lead without waiver as my father did. 

I followed example of those he led and those he led with.  Later, I had to leap to show them I WAS a good leader and deserved my father’s chair.  I made damn sure they knew I appreciated being taught by them too.  Not like this unappreciative sack of manure who couldn’t see nor care about the big picture then or now.  I cared from day one and saw every detail of this family portrait.

Once I got a little foothold on my own...I ran with it and most of you saw what I will not say I did all on my own.  Together, we found loopholes to improve things for everyone in this club.  Changed the program for Legacy club kids so your children Mad Dog wouldn’t have to go through the hazing you did to prove yourself when your life had already been devoted here in my eyes.

I have a perfectly sound justification for that because as I said, your life was already devoted to learning and living the same code as now.  Being a father myself, I have reflected back on my own upbringing, a lot in fact.  I’ve made several of these previous changes with ALL of these details already in mind before I was in charge of taking bags of diapers to the curb. 

What club kids get drug through all their lives is not their choice, but they are involved anyway.  Ostracized by the community because of who WE are...not themselves.  Going to bed hungry some nights and your wife can’t answer when they ask, ‘when is daddy coming home’. 

They aren’t even viewed as people...their ‘Property of...’ kids.  Like our women.  Until OUR sons grow up, change that, and I pray mine does with all of yours.

We have roots going back to some pretty big illegal acts against our own government, historical and disastrous stuff, yet we’ve found ways to eventually work alongside it.  Skirt our way around causing less mayhem and harm. 

We’re still outlaws by some standards of course, but we have found ways to get so called authority to listen.  And get them to turn the other way if we’re handling business in a manner they can’t because they are authority and have to be humane.

Prohibition...dumb idea.  Biggest example I got folks so enough with the groans.  Where was I...right? 

Once proved lucrative it’s amazing who wanted the biggest bite.  The very people who waged war against us...and we proved them all wrong.  However, that body count...still their fault.

I can’t necessarily say ‘we’ as if it had been only us in that war; although, we had a significant stake in history.  Ran what we could on bikes we made in barns unless someone earned enough to buy one at that time.  Bikes were still very rare even if simpler to manufacture than cars.  Better on gas, oil, none of that mattered.

Anyway, between running shipments ourselves initially, and later providing security for other larger organizations, with dealings in our region or just passing through.  That is how we became Royal Blood.  We were the largest group available that was always ready no matter where or time of night. 

We honestly should have split into Chapters then and could have made a killing.  That was also back in a time when no one dared question their leaders and those leaders no matter the size, region, or organization...we were gentleman and smarter with our greed.  Because that could cost lives and we didn’t want that.  Bad for business.

We made tons more money helping people get from the South to the North than we ever did fighting for and stealing another groups supply.  We got money and a supply all our own if we needed.  All of that completed with a handshake and you proved your word was good or there were consequences.

And that right there I believe is my point.  This world hasn’t changed.  Our ideals and what drives us has.  Financial issues and opportunities are always changing.  But these were good and necessary changes even if operating in a very black and white world. 

These changes enhanced what it means to be one of us, and to continue as a Legacy...you are forever an icon in this club that will go forward for generations.  To be significant participants is the history of our clan."

So, what’s the plan Boss?  Pyro, one of our newer guys called out for the majority of the group that had no issue with any changes our Prez thought to make.  A lot of that earlier was Mad Dog and his couple pals spouting off because they believe they can about everything.

My father took a seat evidently done after his long-winded speech, hand waving me on to speak to the club.  We’ve got guys ready to be in power positions and it keeps everyone from being spread thin when things happen.  Many more decision makers that can step in as needed anywhere.  These clubs would work independently but be ultimately accountable to these Headquarters here.  This positioning in specific regions also offers everyone access to something specific for that region that generates significant cash flows.  Club takes a flat rate for dues while the rest is all yours.

AND THAT is what got gears and brains churning.  Power and money.  Independence was nice in theory but ultimately each Prez would be accountable to still...my father or next in line.  Which would be Sledge’s father or me someday.

They’d be representing and babysitting entire groups all their own creation from here on out.  Franchises if you will, required to uphold the same constitution and bylaws we live by, but you get one loose cannon in your herd...he who will be in charge faces the wraith.  That involves how you deal with power and how well you earn or manage the money in the best interest of the CLUB not singularly the Chapter. 

Another huge piece of this is the people you recruit if Chapters aren’t already considered full as they want them.  Prospects for each Chapter will have to adhere to the same screening and then indoctrination if you will. 

Each Prospect will, at some point, have to be checked out by the others in the club too.  Because, just as any one of us, we can be called to do jobs for other Chapters if they need extra hands or hands with specific skills others may be a bit more renown for.  Such as Pyro.  But he’s a special case.

Actually, he didn’t originally Prospect for us willingly.  We sought him out.  Well, my father did.  Some Einstein smart chemist that later became an explosives expert for the military and still is commissioned for classified work even we can’t and don’t ask about.  EVER!

Still not one hundred percent clear WHY we need an explosives expert, but my father always has a plan.  Sometimes you have to just see it to understand and trust in father to pull us all through.  He’s done great so far.

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My father dismissed everyone that day with assigned tasks.  Design their Chapters.  Pick their regions and boundaries.  Report back for church in two-weeks.  Simple enough with so many on board. 

Sledge and I were remaining here because we’d planted our roots long ago.  It’s not our turn for that yet.  Leadership is years ahead of us.  Plus, Sledge has been chasing some ‘skirt’ that lived near the college close to us and I had quite the eye for her free-spirited friend, Rose. 

Petite little thing that Rose.  Like a little doll but such a wise spirit inside of her.  Raven colored hair that shimmered almost blue in the sunlight that went all the way down her tanned back.  Emerald green eyes I’d never seen even captured by a jeweler in brilliance.  Lips so luscious and red they reminded me of sweet apples. 

I had to know if that’s how they tasted too and prayed one day I might find out.

She may have been tiny, but she was a spitfire when she felt necessary, and I liked it.  I also admired how she had the best curves in ALL the right places.  But my parents raised a gentleman, so I never laid a hand on her, until she let me. 

That was a night I will never forget!

We began on a double date with Sledge and his girl, but later ended up Rose and I dancing under the stars as the music played on dad’s old car stereo.  When the battery drained, she got in and steered, while I pushed us back to town.  We sat at that service station watching the sun come up talking as I held her bundled up in my jacket while we watched the sun crest the mountains lighting up our valley. 

It was almost as beautiful a sight as the smile she gave me over her shoulder and whispered ‘good morning’ when we saw the first employee of the filling station show up.  I was devastated our night had come to an end but knew I had something entirely different waiting for me at home.  Out all night with my father’s car, with a girl, I was done!

Even with receipt in hand, because I had to wait for the business to open to get a new battery, my father was all set to whoop on me just after dropping Rose at her place.  I didn’t care, I had an idea what was coming, and all night to think about while my father pounded on me.   Completely worth it.

Although, something was different this time.  The way my father looked at me...like an adult and not some wise-ass street punk.  He waited till mom left in tears thinking dad was gonna kill me for sure this time, then he sat me down and asked me about my night instead.

I was taken back when he thanked me for the new battery and gave a wink when he simply stated.  Forgot to mention that had already been an issue son.  He chuckled glancing down the hall to make sure mother wasn’t listening and turns back whispering his joke.  Better than having to syphon all the gas out without the girl’s seeing or smelling it uh?

My fist covered my mouth as I laughed and before I knew it, I felt myself needing to confide in my father.  I think I really like her.  I blurt out then gasp to myself at what I had confessed.

The look on my dad’s face when his eyes narrowed on me, and he spoke so thoughtfully.  Son, I had a feeling.  I like her perfume.  You smell nice by the way. 

He shook his head, so I knew not to laugh, and he continued.  There are many women out their son.  However, your heart always picks the one for you.  Right or wrong sometimes you can’t fight who you love.  I still can’t evade that wicked spell casting gravitational pull of your mother’s.  Spiteful angry woman but GOD, I love her.  Son, I would die for that bundle of insanity and love in that other room.

That’s when his mood seemed to get a little heavier, but I kept my mouth shut and listened.  That’s when your brain will override your heart at times.  You’ll have to answer questions like that if she turns out to be the one.  Would you die for her?  That’s something every man asks himself before taking the love plunge.  But my best advice would be to get to know her.  Give her the opportunity to know you, without all of this. 

His hand motioned wildly about the room as if to point around the clubhouse.  If she is your one...she will love you with or without it.  However, if you plan on sticking around which I would appreciate as will your mother, I think you need the one that will endure WITH you.  That chooses you no matter what package comes with it.  And we are a messy package deal I cannot apologize enough for my son.

It felt good laughing with my father like this.  A real man-to-man conversation.  It was absolutely wonderful, and I hope we have more.

The knock at the door startled the crap out of us both, and worse when mom’s door opened before she charged down the hall demanding to know who is at the door.

This wasn’t the front door to the business either.  This was our private door to our home and club house, which is in the back of all these businesses, and up a set of spooky stairs.  Who would know to come here and at this hour?

Dad on his feet in a shot, finger wagging near my face.  And that will be the end of our discussion young man.  No more sass or you’ll get it again.  He gave a wink my mother didn’t catch before he turned on his heels.  I am getting the door dear.  I cannot see through it.  Mom folded her arms tight against her chest raising a stern brow as dad grumbled all the way to the door.

And there she was.  Sunlight at her back giving her an ethereal glow on our porch.  My Rose.

I understood him now.  I’d take a bullet to the skull if this will be my eternal heaven!

I am so sorry to have kept your son out so late sir.  Rose’s voice was soft and apologetic, but she looked my father right in the eyes and there were many men that didn’t dare do that. 

Offering her hand towards my father I hadn’t noticed she was carrying something.  My roommate drove me over because I seem to have made off with your son’s coat and assume he will need it within these next months.  Burr.  Her melodic giggle was infectious. 

In fact, my mother had to cover her mouth and slip into the shadows of the hall watching this little, tiny young woman explain her early morning visit to this massive hardened old man like she’d done this before and knew no reason to be afraid. 

I hurriedly rushed to the door greeting Rose and asking dad to pass me the jacket.  He did, with the most wicked smirk on his face I had ever seen.  I think he likes her too.  The eye contact proved her honesty and earned his respect.

He glances down at Rose then back to me near his shoulder and jokes.  So, this was the evil temptress who kept you out all night.  You made it sound like it was a fight son.

Oh, we heard mom in the hall when Rose replied without missing a beat.

Her little hand waved in the air as she chortled.  Guilty sir.  I do apologize for the arm twisting, but I promise he is as chaste as when he picked us up in the evening.  His friend, uh...still waiting for my roommate to return.  I also apologize for ratting him out if you know his parents.  Can we please keep that between us if possible?  I need my home and she’s on the lease.

Well, I think I can respect that darlin’.  Your secret’s safe with me.  Dad smiled broadly at me but asks Rose.  I was just about to make my dear wife some coffee would you like a cup?  Your roommate can get back to...uh...Sledge.

Psshhhhh.

Rose gave me an odd look hearing that from the hallway when she accepted dad’s invitation and waved her roommate on home stepping inside.  I chuckle and call out.  Your cover is blown mom and you can’t let that man anywhere near your machine if you want her to come around again.

Mom pounces from the hall and Rose never startled when mom landed awfully close to her as she was taking off her coat.  And that was the noise in the hall dear.  This man isn’t going to make shit in my kitchen.  Her eyes roll.

Rose’s little tongue stuck out between her teeth as she giggled smiling up at me.  Mom took her by the hand, and I swear they were skipping like sisters towards the kitchen.  My heart swelled it was so adorable and too perfect matching what I’m feeling in this moment.

One look up at my father and he just made a tsk sound and slapped his broad palm across my back.  Yup.  And that’s how it all started for me.  She does smell nice and very well put together.

My brow furrowed towards my dad not understanding, and he waved a hand chuckling.  Just saying son.  I’m around grown ass women all day that act as teenagers.  I miss having my girls around, that’s all.  A dad thing.

I ran my hand over his shoulder and gave a squeeze.  Well, let’s grab us coffee and seats before mom steals her from our side then. 

Dad nodded quickly and we bolted towards that percolator on dark brew but Rose’s smirking behind was blocking us.  He just laughed before moving to sit with mom and notes not even close to whispering.  I like her.  Can we keep her hon’? 

Mom laughed shaking her head at my father sneaking her kisses at the table.  Rose and I staring at each other leaning on the counter.  We already had our own language.  I’m not sure if we even said a word while that coffee perked.  But it was like we’d already exchanged volumes about our lives.  I needed to get lost in those eyes and it was suddenly only the pair of us in the greenest lush kingdom all our own.

And so, it began!

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Church came and I was nice and distracted with my whirlwind romance behind the scenes, but my father kept us all on task as any good Prez would.  Plus, he’ll be the Prez of Prez’s so...he’s got to really have reigns on things for this to work.  And honestly, he didn’t need to exercise any of his authority with the others.  Except Mad Dog.

The maps were perfect.  Very few overlapping areas, and these guys already had plans for sharing duties.  Regions we added with brand new Chapters because we had the space and people literally flocked to us from hundreds of miles away.  That’s all directions so we had a significant coverage of this time zone and chunks of those to either side. 

This had come together so brilliantly, with minimal conversations between groups, no disputes, and no tie-breaking by my father.  Not only was my father impressed but the governing bodies had aligned themselves and he didn’t have to add a thing.  Except with Mad Dog.

There was a specific overlap that occurred right on his turf that covered a decent area in the North actually.  His suggestion was to scoot back those Chapter’s boundaries so Mad Dog could have his own in the middle. 

My father...shot him down with one sentence.  You’re not ready for that responsibility.

And so that began!

There was a definitely loud exchange of words.  The other fellas stepping in between my father and Mad Dog, more so to defend my father because he was right, and they were all happy.  One of the guys even slapped Mad Dog to illustrate the equal show of disrespect he is displaying to a boss he’s also requesting something of. 

And the disrespect for wasting everyone’s time when things thankfully had fallen into place as the right people received the proper title my father would have suggested had he needed to but didn’t.  All the stars had aligned, and it was better than we’d dreamed.

Mad Dog would not shut up.  My father didn’t dignify this tantrum with threats or even raising his voice.  He waved the rest of us on, as if he planned to handle Mad Dog in private, or this was not worth our time at all.  But we weren’t leaving.  We still had things to cover before new clubhouses were built and life for us changes in possibly a drastic way.

Good or bad none of us can predict yet, but I’m going to miss seeing a lot of these guys so often.  We grew up with many of these men as crazy Uncles and later brothers as the rest of us joined in.  Sledge and I were the only full club kids that stayed and made a life out of this. 

Times are so different than they could be.  We’ve always been on the fringe and that’s brought terrible things our way.  But in the big scheme of things...that begins with this transition guiding how one day we can change that.  Even a little.  We won’t evolve as a club or in the eyes of civilians with people like Mad Dog.

We have to figure out financials and startups since everyone is prepared to move now...already scoping out money making opportunities for us, and people have set up A LOT in just two-weeks, but these guys are willing to make it work.  Except Mad Dog.

He was removed to say the least before we continued anything.  Banned from our club forever when my father had heard enough.  Mad Dog’s pretty far off from other options unless he actually strikes it out on his own.  Not one of us believed he’d actually try. 

When he wanted to show off his first bite of success, he made a flashy appearance.  That was a good ole brawl with the use of some weapons and then the guns broke up the rest of the fight.  We were trying to settle a score not attract cops. 

We made sure most of the guys made it out so we could at least account for the scuffle with the cops.  His guys were crappy shots but excellent runners, so we didn’t have any bodies to explain. 

My father and I were just building the bar downstairs, after he’d bought the entire block to add some businesses to keep us afloat, and of course where this attack took place.  We were in the process of beautifying the neighborhood and raising property values including ours, while creating a great cover for our family business and disguising our clubhouse.  This was the main club income.  The more we made the less we had to ask from the others and our club’s ‘office’ won’t be obvious.

Mad dog was really hard pressed to come dismantle all of our work.  Which never made much sense why he bothered because he got nothing from us.  This was a personal score and power play on his part. 

Of course, all was considered a draw and the police sent us our separate ways.  We had some time during the clean-up and getting back to what we’d started to plot to get Mad Dog to remain in his own damn yard.  Unfortunately, when we thought it was time for that dog to nap on the porch...we were sorely mistaken he had the stealth to remain off our radar...and his misfit employees were worse.

He took that territory he wanted, we just let it go, and they became the ‘Savage Fallen’.  Wasn’t worth the fight for one lowly man that was gonna run this into the ground soon enough.  The rest of us were growing up, on, and some apart.  But with all those wonderful things to come...we had our dark times too.

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I would have had zero strength to have made it through my father’s funeral had it not been for my Gypsy Rose.  Mom surrounded by my sisters and the other club, and the grandbabies at her feet kept her together, I think. 

Sledge’s father took care of everything and sent my father off like a King.  He’d pulled me aside early on, outside of earshot of all the fellas, and told me that he and my father had planned this a long time ago.  That was everyone’s individual contributions to the club.  Insurance so they’re family don’t have to ever worry about the future.  Everything had been prepaid and there wasn’t a thing for us to worry about other than hosting the party at the bar. 

That wasn’t going to be a problem because it seemed Sledge and his woman Liza, or Elizabeth when we first met her, had that covered.

Liza had our fuzzy butted first-born Bear, while being pregnant herself, but let my mom run all over her anyway.  Mom had moved to doting as soon as we’d made it home and she wasn’t allowed to lift a finger in the kitchen even if it was the perfect distraction. 

Rose was pregnant with our second at the same time as Liza, who’s about ready to deliver their first.  Sledge’s mom we lost suddenly a couple years ago, so my mom took to hugging bellies and holding feet up in her lap. 

She was grandma to them all anyway.  The gift and promise between club wives.  My father and Sledge’s were best friends and brother like us, and our mothers were like sisters.

Eventually things began to calm over time.  My sisters and their kids got busy with schedules again.  I couldn’t keep my hands off Rose, so she was knocked up constantly and surprisingly didn’t hate me for it at all.  Her brother came to live with us for a bit and I ended up asking if he’d mind staying. 

He was an awesome guy.  Sledge loved him and he was the favorite crazy Uncle to all our kids.  With him, Sledge and I didn’t mind sharing that title one bit.  He made us the three Amigos and it was great.  He wasn’t an official club member and didn’t wish to be, but he was under the family umbrella of protection anyway.

Unfortunately, all that had changed and moved us forward wasn’t enough to fight back the heartbreak which is what I know took my mother.  Then we lost Sledge’s wife Liza and he was a single dad all of the sudden.  My Rose stepped up BIG and took care of EVERYTHING and everyone.

She was the rock for our entire club even if it was her friend we lost.  Our parents!  It’s because of her interventions then that got a foothold, as dad would have said, for the other wives in our club and getting to take more active roles within the club.  Going to school, opening businesses that contributed to the club, and giving us men a run for our money.  Even some decision making, like spending that money and cleaning us guys up for the world to see that side of us too.  Not just our covers being judged.

It was Rose’s and Liza’s plan, that had been sitting in a drawer, and Rose revived it when I told her we had money to spend, or the IRS would be coming for it.  Still cracks me up hearing her voice.  Better sign that check Boss Man because challenge accepted. 

Then her insatiable ‘making out’ almost made it impossible to get that done.  She actually had a spot on her chest everyone thought was a freckle, but it was honestly where I had accidently stabbed her with the pen moving the decimal in the box.  Her only tattoo.

With Sledge’s help on behalf of his wife, my Rose created a resource center for widowed or suddenly single parents for all of Royal Blood Chapters named after my mother, and soon, word got out and the so called ‘charity’ work expanded from there.  Like the President and his First Lady do splitting duties in the White House. 

We never called it charity except what we claimed on our tax forms.  Rose set up several groups gaining them non-profit status investing the money into annuities or something. 

I don’t know she went to school for it and finished!

Anyway, these accounts kept rolling over and churning interest so there was money shooting out in all directions for people that desperately needed it.  And the best part was it was all tax exempt, so we felt as if we were ‘sticking it to the man’ and we got to pick who got what, not having to operate with government forms because this was privately funded.

I can honestly say I know firsthand what it’s like to sit next to a father in a hospital chapel, as he prays for his child when it feels like God just allowed me to watch my own come into this world. 

To be a stranger that never gave his name appearing to simply pray with him because he had nowhere else to be that night and a roll of cash in his pocket someone will need far more than he.  They chat and pray once more, before that stranger sneaks out in the nick of time, leaving a gift behind that probably takes a big burden from a father’s shoulders.  At least financial so they can keep their thoughts for their baby.

Rose gave me that gift.  Then told me she was pregnant with child number five for us, and we’d be back at that hospital soon enough.

It was bizarre being on the receiving end of that support network when that baby never came but we were back at that hospital soon enough.  It was me in that chapel shaking my fists at the heavens feeling betrayed by the only one I could pray to save my wife and mother of our sons.  I was devastated too, but angry...she lost part of her...a devastation I will never know because she carried that too.

Rose’s brother...we lost in an accident, on a bike I helped him rebuild from scrap, and I almost lost my wife the same second.  They weren’t both on the bike, but Rose saw it happen and the shock did it.  She was still so early they didn’t even consider it preterm labor.  We never asked about gender if they could even tell naming them ‘Angel’ anyway.

I don’t blame God anymore, because it wasn’t time for her soul yet and I understand that now.  Because Princess was meant to be our baby girl, our final child, and came when she was ready.  Or the world was ready for her.  That’s more like it!

I joke but that child was a gift as they all are but...she’s a treasure as my Gypsy Rose like no other could ever be.  You say I’m biased, and I say...hell yeah!

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Years pass in a blink, and I hadn’t even heard Mad Dog’s name mentioned once or of his ‘Savage Fallen’. 

However, thanks to a very nosy, yet impressively thorough investigator, we found out a few of the tragedies that befell our clan were not accidents at all.  Or natural.  How he’d become interested in us at all we didn’t understand at first but gladly took his help.

Finding a name to put on who caused all the pain so we could repay the favor was something we were all willing to hear.

He was writing a story for a book way later about these cases, he believed there was some conspiracy with the police, and did us a solid bringing his info our way before it ever hit print.  Details had to be omitted just as with the police and media to protect the case.  We had a hand in editing as well as protecting his sources if this got to the cops before they discovered these trails on their own. 

I don’t know if that ever got completed and out on the market, but I heard he’s passed since.

We got investigation time even after he had to move on and teams all over the map to help us now...come to think of it...a few awful things happened even when my Princess was grown and gone.  But nothing that ever came back that could be explained any other way than Mad Dog was involved somehow.  That’s what got this guy hooked.  He was trying to put a name to a common thread he’d clung to that brought him to us and why.

Honestly, many of us either thought Mad Dog had died or dropped off the map because he was dormant for extended periods of time.   I know he had something to do with several things but lack concrete proof that’d seal his fate for good.  The accident I have been convinced the entire time he was responsible.  That was NOT operator error on Rose’s brother’s part, as insurance argued, and it WAS a flawless bike no matter what some analyst reconstructed.  He was family and civilian not a full member involved in our business AT ALL. 

However, he’d have been easy to find and messed with to get to us simply having a record of forwarding his mail.  Especially if anyone knew he was so close to Sledge and me both.  Thanks to those same...familial associations...the case had hundreds of suspects in the beginning, all who had been cleared over time, and it easily fell through the cracks as undetermined.  Due to his ‘known associates’, meaning his family or our club, no one looked real hard either.

There’s more I blame on Mad Dog resulting from that accident although, I have a few more questionable incidents I’d like noted first.  Liza for one.  Sledge was so twisted in grief and trying to hold his shit for his baby boy, for US, he never got a full report what caused his wife’s death.  Man, that was horrendous.  I admire the hell out of Sledge and think he is a tremendous man because of it all. 

And a better father to these kids because we eventually had to co-parent just us two and ...well we still do that from time to time. 

How did we just accept those as an accident and go on?  Why are these questions coming up now when nothing can be done to change a damn thing?  Could we and at what cost?  What would change?  What would be the purpose of all of that evil when we eventually overcame?  What the hell could that little weasel think he’s coming for poking at us when he does? 

As a matter of fact, I believe I owe him a ‘few’ Prez to Prez and man to man because I’ve held my tongue for far too long with this gnat and his bumbling fools need to ‘Fall’ too.  Mad Dog caused all that pain for everyone and look at the toll my Rose paid.  Our kids.  This club.  This freakin world!

We lost our rock.  Our glue.  Our stability.  That’s right...doctors may have said it was other things, but I know it was that soul sucking demon that tried to whittle away at us until he finally stole my Gypsy Rose.  But we found our way because that is what she would have wanted.  So many people lost their champion because no one can fill that woman’s shoes. 

Maybe our daughter of course but a few things are going to have to happen before that could be possible.  I may have prevented that from ever working.  Stupidly I abandoned our daughter... in an uncertain world so she could take a chance as her mother once did.  Her mother was on her own when we met.  In school part time and worked. 

I always wondered what would have been different for her had she not picked me.  Like my father said, Rose chose me and all that came with me but gave up what she’d built herself.  Or was beginning to when I swept her off from her own destiny and coveted her until God took her back.  Me and the Big Guy’s relationship is still strained because I will never be whole again and look what was taken from so many.  Our babies dammit! 

Rose was such a tremendous spirit I accepted things too.  Like having to share her heart with others.  I still got HER and that’s all I ever wanted.  The rest was blessings I never deserved but grateful I had because of my fair Rose.

I will never regret a day as she told me before she left.  The gifts that came from our love and time together will forever be the good that came with the pain.  I couldn’t argue with her.  Our life together was amazing.  The family we created beyond blood...Rose was the matriarch of it all.  That was a lot of pain that came for many people.   A lot of people gunning for this to fall on The Dog!

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Well, I guess divine intervention does have its way with one ‘eh.  My phone rang in my pocket interrupting my reminiscing and it was my grandson’s voice on the other end.  I was happy to hear from him although, I detected he was about to deliver me some bad news. 

The kid wasn’t in a panic or anything, just seemed mildly frazzled.  Apparently, his mother micro-manages him, as her father corrals this crazy crowd.  I got a sick feeling even though I was trying to console him and immediately I offered to head his way. 

He was appreciative because he was concerned.  My grandson can be a little hard to read already as a rather even toned well rounded civilian kid.  Although, more difficult to read because I don’t know what HE knows about our world or what he’s put together on his own.   The conversations never come up and Princess preferred that.

I’ve told my daughter to be honest because the imagination can be led by crap pulp culture and old prejudices.  Those stereotypes are just it...bull shit categories someone else stuffed us.  But we’re a group of individuals he deserves to know more than other people perceptions or misconceptions.

On the other hand, I can agree to her point the less he knows the less likely he’ll become a target.  At least that’s what I have always wished to believe but I am a realistic man and that’s what parted our paths in life.  Distance for protection. 

However, I am well aware that we live in an age even distance doesn’t matter much anymore.   All it takes is one person to believe he’s got information.  Won’t matter how he got it or if...simply the belief it got to him.

Father’s intuition is gnawing at me, but I have to have faith.  Princess will turn up.  She always does.  Good to have an excuse to invade their space and check on them because I wanted too anyway.

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Ole Prez and I got to talking as he packed to head Princess’s way.  Our grandson had little to offer for information, so we agreed to tread cautiously and see what jumped out at us.  Then he started jabbering on about Mad Dog of all people. 

What the hell you worried about him for?  I huff surprised waving my hands out at my sides.

My dear friend only shook his head.  He got that distance in his eyes, leaning over his bag.  You ever just come up with random thoughts and then odd things happen?  Unexpected and you can’t tell if it’s good or bad but feel it’s bad.

My brow furrowed and head tipped to the side as I eyed him.  You mean déjà vu or coincidence?

His head swiveled my way slowly and then his eyes locked on mine.  Not everything can be chalked up to coincidence.  You know that as well as I do.

Pursing my lips, I nod understanding.  So that’s where your head’s been all day and now this?

I found it odd Prez straightened to full height as he defended.  I understand you have your feelings, ideas, and theories from your own personal experiences I can only slightly identify.  The situations may have been different but...

Cutting in I finish for him.  But they were equally as painful and shitty for many.  Be nice to have a face to pummel behind all that.  Unfortunately, I don’t think that’s our luck and maybe, that’s what’s best.  Let dead dogs lie.

Prez nods noticeably gulping at a lump in his throat.  I know.  But there’s always trying when presented the chance for payback.

I pat his shoulder as he tossed his pack over the other.  Amen to that brother.  However, I will pray all is well.

He smiled and smacked his huge palm against my back.  Thank you, brother.  If the animals get too crazy you know where the cookies and sedatives are.

I laughed as he walked out the door and then...it was something in that conversation that needled at me.  Had my mind traveling to ‘back in the day’.  It was still quiet enough around here for me to sit and ponder.  I don’t think anyone else realizes Prez had gone or anything may be off with Princess.

I have it on good authority that is when all chaos will reign.  I’m not even sure if I should say a word because now my mind wants to run.  And I think I need to let it without interference.

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Ok, so I am a grown man, hiding in my Boss’s office while he’s out.  Not sure what I’m avoiding the most.  I stop moving and the memories flood me.  Yet, I don’t want the distractions others can offer because I think I may need to sort something out I didn’t realize was bothering me.  Then this will be the first place anyone looks because something always comes up so I can’t finish shit!

Of course, my brain had to dissect every bit of our conversation before Prez left.  Read between his words like they were cryptic riddles.  There was a lot he didn’t have to say and was cautious when he did.  Some things we’ve covered enough, and the outcome never changes.  You can only punish yourself and others around you so long for that.  Eventually we have to accept the ‘what if’s that just didn’t happen and if they had you can’t guarantee what is out of our hands in the end.

Prez knows I have had thoughts...questions about my Liza but I didn’t pose them all to him.  Bottom-line, as this grown ass man hiding, I cannot bear to imagine...to hear what my bride endured when even I know this was no accidental slip and fall at home.  ‘Oh, the impact caused an aneurysm in her brain to burst.’  That’s what I was told but I saw...The mother of my son...God WHY?! 

I get why Prez is still so angry.  Believe me.  This was a tough life for all of us, but our women seemed to suffer the worst.  They outworked us all, with babies hanging from every limb, always smiling as if it was the greatest day in their lives, and still had attention for us later when the lights went out.  They were also unwitting targets in some circumstances because of the games we boy’s play.

Then...other clubs began to pop up and spread their wings as well.  We didn’t have a monopoly; however, we did handle deals as we always had, a handshake and a man’s word.  Well, needless to say this world has seen a drastic change. 

Excuse the pun, but that’s an issue with those of ‘royal blood’...our world remained rather black and white while the rest of society...so many shades of gray.  Our scope of operation remained rather narrow while the rest of the world became vast and brought in toxic business none of us wanted to touch. 

The stories of Prohibition and our club’s founding is one thing, but there’s things in our world that kill, and people do for fun.  Business that infects our own clubs and spreads like a virus until it became normal.  It eventually became difficult to keep a few of our own Chapters in line with our bylaws as far as dope and women. 

This wasn’t just a club constitution that we lived by this was our bible, and amongst issues we discuss as men in our church.  These are issues from club finances to ensuring our members maintain a certain level of decorum.  I mean our kids are watching along with the world. 

Also, that new stuff cropping up and being shipped in mass...that’s just asking to be arrested or worse because I’m not going to be responsible for killing someone’s kid or my own, so we don’t make that available.  Liquor sure.  Pot...not a problem...and we have guys that use that instead of pills because we’re so old everything aches.  I’d rather smoke a joint then have one replaced or be tied to a pill bottle.

And the only ‘club girls’ we have work for us.  They aren’t mistresses or shared amongst members looking to be a patched woman...claimed.  If they have a relationship with one of the guys that is their deal, but we still look out for our girls just as we had Princess.

My mother was my father’s Queen and Liza was my Goddess.  It’s been difficult to see that value lost over time.  I mean once someone gets hitched here that’s one thing but...over the years we’ve attracted a specific crowd of ‘groupies’ looking for a place to fit in life...and our guys can’t refuse them wicked apples.  Well, easy for these young guys anyway.  Knowing what goes on elsewhere.  We club elders still stick by the laws set in stone for us. 

I’m no judgmental saint and have had my moments after the loss of my wife but...one woman at a time for me is still how I roll.  I just haven’t loved any of them enough to hang on to them.  And these were good women too.  Understanding from the word go I never stopped loving my wife, and Chase and I were a package deal period.  But he was always a good kid and just wanted everyone to be happy...it was me that was the problem.

Speaking of Chase.  The apple of my eye.  I was his only parent, well biologically, for years, but I still feel I missed so much because of the club life.  Taking all the above into consideration is one reason it was so easy to decide our Princess should have the world.  She deserved better than our present would be for her. 

Even if she had Chase to hover over her all of her life that doesn’t change what impacts us.  And things would have changed for him as well and I don’t think they could have survived love twisting up like this.  I nearly didn’t.  Thank God for Rose and Prez because I was barely able to hang on for my own son.  Sometimes our own individual experiences shape our parenting, and we reflect that in our protectiveness.

There were a couple reasons we started watching the kids so close when they hit the right age.  Chase was a little older than Princess.  He was born between Bear and Salt, Prez’s oldest boys, who were also friends/brothers to Chase.  It wasn’t such a big deal when she learned to run just to see if he’d chase and he did.  That age it’s cute...but when she’s sixteen and chasing HIM around bars...it’s a problem.

I had minimal issues with them when I knew