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  Dragon (RBMC: Tulsa, OK, #3)

  Copyright © 2021 K Webster

  Editor: Emily A. Lawrence

  Formatting: Champagne Book Design

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by an information and retrieval system without express written permission from the Author/Publisher.

  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.

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Author’s Note

  Books by K Webster

  About This Book

  Dedication

  Royal Bastards Code

  Warning

  Note to the Reader

  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

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Epilogue

  Playlist

  Royal Bastards MC Series

  Acknowledgements

  About Author K Webster

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

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  Psychological Romance Standalones:

  My Torin

  Whispers and the Roars

  Cold Cole Heart

  Blue Hill Blood

  Wicked Lies Boys Tell

  Romantic Suspense Standalones:

  Dirty Ugly Toy

  El Malo

  Notice

  Sweet Jayne

  The Road Back to Us

  Surviving Harley

  Love and Law

  Moth to a Flame

  Erased

  Extremely Forbidden Romance Standalones:

  The Wild

  Hale

  Like Dragonflies

  Taboo Treats:

  Bad Bad Bad

  Coach Long

  Ex-Rated Attraction

  Mr. Blakely

  Easton

  Crybaby

  Lawn Boys

  Malfeasance

  Renner’s Rules

  The Glue

  Dane

  Enzo

  Red Hot Winter

  Dr. Dan

  MM Romance Standalones:

  Dane

  Wicked Lies Boys Tell

  Hood River Rat

  He Made Me Stay

  No Tears with Him

  Hurt Me

  Sheriff’s Secret

  Callan’s Atlas

  Shift of Morals

  Feuds and Reckless Fury

  KKinky Reads Collection:

  Share Me

  Choke Me

  Daddy Me

  Watch Me

  Hurt Me

  Play Me

  Contemporary Romance Standalones:

  Wicked Lies Boys Tell

  The Day She Cried

  Untimely You

  Heath

  Sundays are for Hangovers

  A Merry Christmas with Judy

  Zeke’s Eden

  Schooled by a Senior

  Give Me Yesterday

  Sunshine and the Stalker

  Bidding for Keeps

  B-Sides and Rarities

  Conheartists

  Cocksure Ace

  No Tears with Him

  Stroke of Midnight

  He Made Me Stay

  Paranormal Romance Standalones:

  Apartment 2B

  Running Free

  Mad Sea

  Cold Queen

  Delinquent Demons

  Bond Deeper Than Blood

  Shift of Morals

  Brigs Ferry Bay Series:

  Sheriff’s Secret

  Callan’s Atlas

  Hood River Hoodlums:

  Hood River Rat (Book 1)

  Little Hoodlum (Book 2)

  Campfire Chaos (Book 3)

  Hood River Zero (Book 4)

  War & Peace Series:

  This is War, Baby (Book 1)

  This is Love, Baby (Book 2)

  This Isn’t Over, Baby (Book 3)

  This Isn’t You, Baby (Book 4)

  This is Me, Baby (Book 5)

  This Isn’t Fair, Baby (Book 6)

  This is the End, Baby (Book 7—a novella)

  Lost Planet Series:

  The Forgotten Commander (Book 1)

  The Vanished Specialist (Book 2)

  The Mad Lieutenant (Book 3)

  The Uncertain Scientist (Book 4)

  The Lonely Orphan (Book 5)

  The Rogue Captain (Book 6)

  The Determined Hero (Book 7)

  2 Lovers Series:

  Text 2 Lovers (Book 1)

  Hate 2 Lovers (Book 2)

  Thieves 2 Lovers (Book 3)

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  Pretty Stolen Dolls (Book 1)

  Pretty Lost Dolls (Book 2)

  Pretty New Doll (Book 3)

  Pretty Broken Dolls (Book 4)

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  Vlad (Book 1)

  Ven (Book 2)

  Vas (Book 3)

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  Pearson

  Four Sons Books:

  Camden

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  Greed

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  Copper

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  Hidden Truths

  Stolen Lies

  Torn and Bound Duet:

  Torn Apart

  Bound Together

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  The Wild

  The Free

  Hale

  Bad Bad Bad

  This is War, Baby

  Like Dragonflies

  The Breaking the Rules Series:

  Broken (Book 1)

  Wrong (Book 2)

  Scarred (Book 3)

  Mistake (Book 4)

  Crushed (Book 5 – a novella)

  The Vegas Aces Series:

  Rock Country (Book 1)

  Rock Heart (Book 2)

  Rock Bottom (Book 3)

  The Becoming Her Series:

  Becoming Lady Thomas (Book 1)

  Becoming Countess Dumont (Book 2)

  Becoming Mrs. Benedict (Book 3)

  Alpha & Omega Duet:

  Alpha & Omega (Book 1)

  Omega & Love (Book 2)

  Elizabeth Gray Books:

  Blue Hill Blood

  Cognati

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  They created this monster when they took me as a teen.

  Abused me, tortured me, psychologically ruined me.

  I was once innocent, fragile, and good.

  Now I’m older and everything wicked.

  The worst of the worst.

  I’m filled with fiery rage and burn with the need to avenge the death of the boy I used to be.

  Vicious and violent and vindictive.

  A metaphorical dragon among men, thirsty to set fire to them all.

  Only my mission of depraved justice will have to wait because Prez needs me for something else. If he wasn’t single-handedly responsible for dragging me from the sick nightmare my life had become, I’d tell him exactly where to shove his stupid idea of putting me on babysitting duty.

  My charge is a prospect.

  Not just any prospect, but the young, innocent Cove Gale who shouldn’t be within a hundred-mile radius of this vile club I call home.

  I’m supposed to be keeping him safe.

  But Cove’s a reckless brat with a mouth that begs for trouble.

  Prez should know better than to give me a toy to play with.

  I break things and I’ll break him too.

  The prospect is just a boy.

  And he’s just unleashed the dragon…

  ***This is a gay romance and the third book in the RBMC: Tulsa, OK series. It can be read as a standalone but may be better enjoyed after reading the first two, Koyn and Copper. Koyn and Copper are both MF stories while this one is MM.***

  To Holly—

  You complete me, sis.

  No, seriously, you do.

  Thanks for always being by my side literally your entire life.

  Love ya always.

  PROTECT: The club and your brothers come before anything else, and must be protected at all costs. CLUB is FAMILY.
br />   RESPECT: Earn it and 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 brothers’ 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.

  WARNING

  Violent sexual situations that could be triggering.

  Detailed accounts of past sexual trauma, abuse, and kidnapping.

  Graphic violence, some gore, and other horrific topics.

  Please read with caution.

  While this story can be read as a standalone,

  you’ll get more of a full picture of these characters and their pasts by reading Copper,

  the book that precedes Dragon in the RBMC: Tulsa, OK series.

  Royal Bastards MC: Tulsa, OK Series:

  Koyn (M/F)

  Copper (M/F)

  Dragon (M/M)

  **M/F means male/female romance and M/M means male/male romance.**

  Chase

  The Past

  Oh, fuck.

  Mom is going to kill me.

  My head throbs and the alcohol I’d practically drowned in at the party last night churns in my stomach. If she finds out I got wasted again, I’ll be in deep shit. Like lose my car for the rest of the school year kind of deep shit. Not even Dad will be able to save me from a punishment once Mom makes up her mind.

  I squint against the light shining in my face. Maybe Donte and I can grab Denny’s before I drag my worthless ass home. Just thinking about Mom’s bitch-out has me wanting to puke my guts out.

  “Donte,” I mumble, blindly reaching out for him on the bed but meeting nothing but empty space.

  My best friend is nowhere to be found. I’m mildly annoyed that he left me naked in his bed. Usually when we mess around, he does me the courtesy of not finding anyone else to hook up with for the rest of the night. If I find him with my ex, Kiara, I’ll knock his ass out.

  I go to roll out of bed, but something is caught around my wrist. Squinting against the harsh light, I try to make out what it is.

  Handcuffs?

  That motherfucker.

  Irritation burns through my veins. It’s not like Donte and I haven’t ever gotten a little weird in the bedroom, but he’s never restrained me before.

  “Donte!” I bark out. “Get your ass back in here.”

  My words echo as though I’m in a cavern rather than his messy-ass bedroom. I blink against the sunshine and use my free hand to shield the light so I can make sense of my surroundings.

  Where the fuck am I?

  The metal walls go up probably fifty feet high to windows at the top that allow sunlight in. After a quick sweep of my gaze, I realize I’m on a mattress on a concrete floor in a warehouse situated between two shipping containers. Panic chases away my anger. I sit up, disturbed that I’m completely naked. My clothes are nowhere to be found.

  With a grunt, I yank against the cuffs, but they’re secured to a pipe coming out of the concrete floor. They’re squeezed too tightly against my flesh to wriggle out of either.

  “Donte!” This time, his name is more of a mewled plea.

  Nothing but echoes.

  Bile crawls up my throat and I barely roll toward the edge of the mattress in time to puke up all the alcohol I ingested last night. Used condoms litter the floor, making me gag.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  I try to remember what happened last night. The party at Donte’s was huge. Lots of people we didn’t know. College guys and a few hot businessmen. I vaguely remember one guy telling me I had what it took to be a model. That I could be a star if I wanted to. Donte laughed his ass off because he’s a dick, but it felt good to be seen. Basketball was only going to get me so far.

  Then what?

  The guy gave me another drink. We took a walk to discuss my future.

  And then nothing.

  Did that guy drug me?

  “Donte,” I croak out. “Please stop fucking around.”

  It’s a desperate attempt not to freak the hell out. I know what this is. I walked right into it. A fucking trap.

  Breathe, man.

  I desperately suck in air in an attempt to fill my lungs and calm down. Nothing can chase away the uneasy feeling rattling through me.

  The guy and his friend from last night…I can take them. If I can figure out a way to get out of these handcuffs, I can take them both out. I’m not huge for my age, but I’m cut with lean muscle and aggressive as hell on the court. In a fight or die situation, I’m certain I’d fight before I’d roll over and die.

  And Mom will find me.

  My overbearing, nosy-ass mother will hunt me down. It’s her strength. I’ve always hated her knack for tracking us down and embarrassing the shit out of me and my brothers, but today I’m grateful. She’ll get to the bottom of who was at the party, who took me, and find my location. I’ll get my ass chewed out for drinking and trusting some pervs, but she’ll protect me. She’ll press charges on those assholes and they’ll go to jail. Mom is a shark when she needs to be.

  Fuck, I need her to be one now.

  But, as time ticks by at a maddening pace that matches the drumming of my heart, I realize no one’s coming.

  Clank.

  I freeze at the sound of metal on metal. A door creaks open and then footsteps echo toward me. Craning my neck toward the opening of the area I’m in, I try to hunt down the source of the sound. Someone whistles in a jovial tune that sounds like pure evil. The hairs on my body stand on end as fear engulfs me.