Welcome Visitor: Login to the siteJoin the site

Bloody Royals

Novel By: lightthecandle
Romance



My breath hitched in my throat as he gazed at me. "You know, it sucks that you're such a bitch, yet you're so fucking beautiful." Travis murmured in my ear huskily.

"What are you going to do with me?" I asked, letting my nails scrape down his tattoo covered chest.

"What I've been wanting to do since I laid eyes on you."

************************

Katie Holland's dad is the leader of the Bloody Royals and she's just been kidnapped by her father's enemy. However, her father doesn't seem to be coming to get her, and Travis, her kidnapper, doesn't seem to want to return her.

The hatred between Travis and Katie causes a lot of sexual tension. Can they ignore it? Will their hatred for one another ever grow into something more?

After all, there is a very thin line between love and hate. View table of contents...


Chapters:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26

Submitted:Jun 1, 2014    Reads: 334    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


I woke up in a dark and strange place. I was gagged and tied to a chair. My face felt funny because of the crying I had done. My stomach grumbled in hunger. My body was stiff from being in this position so long.

The light flickered on and I squinted my eyes at the sudden brightness. I heard voices coming down the stairs and my body began to shake. What's going to happen to me?

Three guys came around the wall from where the stairs were located. One of them had blonde hair and blue eyes. He had a lanky build, but he was definitely muscular. He was tall, a little over six foot. The one beside him had messy dirty blonde hair. His eyes were hazel and he had a bit more muscle than the blonde guy. He was about the same height as the blonde guy, however. They both looked terrifying.

A guy stopped in front of me and I did my hardest to contain my fear. "Look at me." He commanded in a deep husky voice that sent pleasurable chills down my spine.

I looked up at him and my breath caught in my throat. He had dark hair and dark eyes that held you captivated. He had a muscular build and he was well over six feet. His face held no emotion. The smell of cigarettes stuck to him like a second skin.

He cursed and spun on the two guys. "Who the hell is this?!" He hollered.

I cringed, cowering in my seat as much as I could. "This is the girl you asked for." The blonde guy said.

"You two are fucking idiots." He said. "This isn't the fucking girl I asked for. I gave you two idiots a fucking picture and you still can't do your damn job right. Get the fuck out of my sight before I kick your asses."

They scrambled out of the room. He glared down at me and I looked away from him in fear. "You'll just stay down here until I figure out what the fuck to do with you." He spat.

He stormed up the stairs and the light shut off and the door slammed closed. Tears fell down my cheeks. I was kidnapped because of idiots and now my future lies in the hands of a man that makes guys cower. Fuck. My. Life.

*****************************

I woke up to the light being turned on. I blinked and looked up as a guy came downstairs. He had dark hair and his eyes were bloodshot. He smelt like weed and alcohol. I cringed away from him. "You're a pretty little thing." He said. "I think I'll have some fun with you since apparently you're not good for anything else."

Tears filled my eyes and he ripped my shirt off of me. I tried to scream but it was blocked by the gag. Tears poured down my face. I was going to get raped and I couldn't do anything about it. He ripped my bra off of me and pinched my nipples. I started crying harder. He sucked on my nipples, biting them hard. I cried out in pain even though it was muffled against the rag.

He smirked at me. "Like that don't you?" He asked.

I shook my head no. He grinned. "Good. You're not supposed to enjoy it."

He cut my leg restraints with a knife and I knocked the chair backwards, kicking him in the face. He yanked me off of the chair and slung me on the hard concrete floor. I cried out a muffled cry of pain. He sat on top of my legs and took my shoes off of me. I twisted under him, but it was no use. He pulled my shorts off of me and yanked my underwear off. I tried to move my legs, but I couldn't. He was too heavy.

Right as he was about to push himself into me, he was yanked off of me and punched in the face. I heard a bone crunch. I managed to get myself into a sitting position and pulled my knees up to my chest to try to hide myself. The dark haired guy from earlier walked over to me while another guy dragged the man who almost raped me somewhere else.

He walked over to me slowly, obviously sensing my fear. He knelt in front of me. "I'm not going to hurt you." He murmured. "You're safe with me." He reached towards me slowly and untied the gag. I watched him warily. "My name's Travis. What's yours?"

"Katie." I rasped out.

He nodded. "I'm going to untie your wrists and take you upstairs, okay? You can get a shower and then get something to eat."

I nodded. He untied my wrists and took his shirt off. He was damn sexy. His chest was toned and hard and he had a six pack. Would it be bad if I said I wanted to run my tongue down those abs? He had a V that turned me on to the max.

He handed me the shirt, smirking, obviously knowing I was checking him out. "Here."

I slid it on and he lifted me up bridal style. His arms felt so good carrying me like this. We walked out of the basement and came into a hallway. He walked over to a set of stairs and carried me up them. He set me down in a bedroom. "I should have some clothes for you in the bottom drawer of the dresser. I had the guys go get some. I hope they fit. Lock the bathroom door and the bedroom door so no one can bother you. I can get in, but no one else can."

I nodded. He walked out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him. I looked around the room. The bed sheets were black and the cover was also black. It was a huge bed and it looked really comfortable. The bed was a dark brown as was the rest of his furniture. He sure knew how to color code.

I locked the bedroom door and walked over to the bathroom. I closed the door and locked it. I got undressed and got into the luxurious shower. Water hit me from all angles. I used the shampoo, conditioner, and body wash that was in the shower. It was guy's stuff, but I didn't care. I needed to be clean.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around me. I shrieked when the bathroom door opened. Travis stepped into the bathroom and set a toothbrush on the counter along with a hairbrush and a hair dryer. "Thought you might need them." He said.

"Thanks." I murmured.

He nodded and walked out of the bathroom. I walked into the bedroom and found a pair of shorts and a tank top in the bottom drawer of the dresser along with a bra and underwear. I slipped them on and went to the bathroom. I blow dried my hair and put it up and brushed my teeth. When I was done, I walked downstairs cautiously. I didn't know what I was and wasn't allowed to do. I stopped when I heard talking.

"We can't just fucking let her go. You two made a fuck up and as usual, I have to clean up after you." I heard Travis say. "Keep the girl away from Ray."

Travis walked out and saw me. "Hungry?" He asked.

I was about to answer him when my stomach let out a loud growl. I nodded slowly. He smirked. "Come on. Im sure there's something that you can eat."

I followed him to a kitchen. The house wasn't what you would expect from kidnappers. It was huge, obviously a mansion, and everything was clean and immaculate, not to mention, it smelled really good.

There was a woman at the stove. She had greying hair and she looked to be in her sixties. She hugged Travis when she saw him. "I didn't know you were back home, boy. Did they get the right girl?"

Travis clenched his jaw, obviously still pissed about the two guys' mistake. "No, instead they brought this fucking girl. They can't do anything right, even if you give them a fucking picture."

This woman was okay with what they were doing? What the fuck?

My stomach growled again and Travis chuckled. "She's hungry. Can you make her something to eat while I try to get some shit straightened out?"

She smiled and patted his shoulder. "Go do what you need to do, honey. She's fine with me."

He turned to walk out, but turned back around. "Keep her away from Ray. He's already tried raping her once. I'm sure he won't hesitate to try again."

He walked out of the room and Grace smiled at me. "You can have anything you want sweety. What would you like to eat?"

"Anything is fine." I said, taking a seat at the bar. I looked around. Everything was spotless. How in the hell do you keep a kitchen spotless?

"So, are you the only woman here?" I asked her.

She shook her head. "No. There are other women here. They're only hear to keep the boys happy, if you know what I mean."

I don't know why she couldn't just come out and say they were the whores. "So, were they kidnapped too?" I asked.

She looked at me over her shoulder. "No. You're actually the only person they've kidnapped, and it wasn't supposed to be you. They were supposed to be getting a girl that was in a very bad abusive situation, but Ryan and Luke messed it up and now you're going to be all over the news as the missing girl."

I smirked. "Maybe you should have Travis do a background check on me, because trust me, my people aren't going to go to the cops to get help, they'll find me themselves, and when they do, it's not going to be pretty. No one that was involved with my kidnapping will come out alive."

My dad, James Holland runs a biker gang. They had murdered more people than I could count. When anyone in the club went missing, hell broke loose until that person was found. With me being the presiden't daughter, shit wasn't going to be pretty.

She set a plate in front of me with two grilled ham and cheese sandwiches. "Your people?" She asked, sitting across from me. "What do you mean your people?"

I took a bite out of the sandwich. "My dad's the president of the Bloody Royals." I said, taking another bite.

The blood drained out of her face. "You're kidding, right?" She asked.

I shook my head. "I don't joke about my family."

Travis came into the room. "Is everything alright, Grace?" He asked.

Her eyes met his. "Travis, I think Ryan and Luke may have made the biggest mistake of their lives, of all of our lives." She said.

His eyebrows scrunched together. "It's nothing that can't be solved." He said. "What's wrong Grace?"

She sighed. "Travis, meet Katie Holland, the daughter of the president of the Bloody Royals."

Travis stormed out of the room and I heard hollering a moment later. I finished eating my food. I wasn't scared now. I had everyone here wrapped around my little finger. No one wanted to fuck with the Bloody Royals and definately not with the president's daughter. I loved being able to use my family to my advantage.

I walked into the living room and saw Travis slamming his fist into a guy's face. "Damn you, Ryan!" Travis hollered.

"Bashing his face in won't solve anything." I said, leaning against the door jamb.

Travis got up and stormed over to me. He grabbed my arm and yanked me against him. I immediately recoiled at the dangerous gleam in his eyes. "I'd advise you to watch where you're fucking stepping." Travis sneered. "I'm not below shooting you. Unlike everyone else, I'm not afraid of your fucking daddy, so back down off of the pedestal you think you've got. I run shit around here and it'll do you good to fucking remember that."

He shoved me against the wall and stormed out of the room. Ryan got off of the floor and his eyes met mine. "Trust me, I'd listen to him." He muttered. "Travis is a lot more dangerous than your dad. There's some bad blood between those two, but I don't think your dad is going to be willing to cross, Travis. Not even for his own daughter. It'd be in your best interest to resume back to the way you were before you decided to announce who you were, or you'll find that your dad is a mere princess compared to Travis."

"Don't tell me what the fuck to do." I spat at him.

He smirked. "I'm just giving you a warning, princess. You don't want to cross Travis. You just made your life ten times worse by announcing that you're Katie Holland. We may be afraid, but Travis hates your dad and that entire biker club, which includes you. He won't hesitate in killing you if you cross him."

He walked out of the room and I sighed. What in the hell had I just gotten myself into?





1

| Email this story Email this Novel | Add to reading list



Reviews

About | News | Contact | Your Account | TheNextBigWriter | Self Publishing | Advertise

© 2013 TheNextBigWriter, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Policy.