Papa Noel (Royal Bastards MC : Tonopah, NV #5) by Nikki Landis




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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.

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 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.





Devil – Shinedown

Raising Hell – Bullet for My Valentine

Limits – Bad Omens

Just Another Thing (feat. Crucifix) – The Lacs

I Am Above – In Flames

Bad At Love – Smith & Myers

All In – Adelitas Way

Trials – Starset

Low Life – Crobot

Loud (F**k It) – Motionless In White

Not Mad Enough – Smith & Myers

King of Misery – Saul

Time After Time – Ozzy Osbourne

Psycho – Breaking Benjamin

Scattering the Ashes – Trivium

Doubt – Through Fire

Dear Agony (Aurora Version) – Breaking Benjamin & Lacey Sturm

You’re Going Down – Sick Puppies

Be Kind – Halsey & Marshmellow

Lights Down Low – MAX

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus – Bobby Helms

All I Want for Christmas Is You – Mariah Carey

You can listen here: Papa Noel Playlist





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Royal Bastards MC

Tonopah, NV Chapter

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They call me Papa.

A tough and rugged old biker that's never been tamed by any woman.

I live by the code of my club and stand by it.

No matter what.

Hell, I'd die for my brothers and the MC we fought so hard to build.

In fact, I nearly did.

Loss has tarnished my soul and left me a bitter man.

I’ll never be anything else.

When a young kid goes missing and his single mother shows up on my doorstep,

I don't hesitate to go in guns blazing.

But this rescue mission isn't like any other.

Torn between duty, loyalty, and my selfish heart –

I'll have to make a decision that impacts more than just my own life.

This Christmas I'm bringing gifts . . .

And it’s a Noel full of hidden surprises.





Hands shaking, I bent down by the fireplace in the living room and found the familiar spot near the floorboards on the righthand side. The hearth was cold to the touch but that was only because I wasn’t allowed to keep it going more than a few pieces of wood at a time and when Chet was in a charitable mood. Didn’t happen often. Chilly air seemed to originate from deep inside the chimney and I sighed, glancing behind me to ensure I was still alone before I exposed my carefully hidden spot.

My heart was pounding as I carefully pried the loose brick away with my fingertips until I could pull it free. The heavy coarse texture felt strange in my palms and I paused, listening for any indication that Chet was awake. His thick, deep snores echoed throughout the small house and seemed to hover in the air, a reminder that my time was not only limited but precarious at best. If he woke up . . . I didn’t want to think what could happen.

Inside the hollow hole inside the wall was a burner phone. I scraped my fingers against the concrete depths but hardly cared as the device slipped free and I hastily shoved it into the pocket of my pajama pants. Reaching deeper inside, I felt around for the cotton pillowcase that held the cash I’d managed to scrape together over the last six months. I purposely never used plastic. Made way too much noise. The cotton was gripped in in my fist as I felt the familiar bundle that represented freedom and long months of preparation.

As I briefly clutched the bundle to my chest, I inhaled a shaky breath. Now that the moment had finally arrived, I was near to completely ruining everything by freaking out. Nervous, I picked up my handbag and shoved the cash inside, lifting the long leather strap over my head and draping the bag across my waist where it rested against my right hip.