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  Table of Contents

  Hollywood (Oath Keepers MC)

  HOLLYWOOD

  Warning

  Dedication:

  Blurb

  Club Tree:

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Epilogue

  Thank you!

  Other Books by Sapphire Knight

  Acknowledgments

  Connect With Me Online

  About the Author

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  HOLLYWOOD

  Oath Keepers MC

  Sapphire Knight

  Wall Street Journal & USA Today Bestselling Author

  Copyright 2022 Sapphire Knight

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  This book is a work of fiction. Any references to real events, real people, and real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, organizations, or places is entirely coincidental.

  All rights are reserved. This book is intended for the purchaser of this e-book ONLY. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping, or by any information storage retrieval system, without the express written permission of the author. All songs, song titles, and lyrics contained in this book are the property of the respective songwriters and copyright holders.

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  Warning

  Warning: This novel includes graphic language and adult situations. It may be offensive to some readers and includes situations that may be hotspots for certain individuals. This book is intended for ages 17 and older due to steamy, sexy, and hotness that will have you jumping your man. This work is fictional. The story is meant to entertain the reader and may not always be completely accurate. Any reproduction of these works without Author Sapphire Knight’s written consent is pirating and will be punished to the fullest extent of the law. Stealing this book makes you a thieving prick, and I hope your tits fall off.

  This book is fiction.

  The guys are over-the-top alphas.

  My men and women are nuts.

  This isn’t real.

  Don’t steal my shit, I have bills too.

  Read for enjoyment.

  This isn’t your momma’s cookbook.

  Easily offended people shouldn’t read this.

  Don’t be a dick.

  Dedication:

  To Highly Suspect. I know you’ll never see this, but I still have to acknowledge it.

  “16” inspired this entire book, and I can’t thank you enough for such a damn good song.

  Readers, I suggest you check this song out as well as all their songs and put them on repeat.

  Blurb

  My mind is a mess—chaos has always surrounded me in some way. Everything has been a battle, a relentless struggle to find the semblance of peace I desperately crave. I’ve tried to pull myself free from the self-inflicted turmoil, but it’s difficult. I lost a child—a son that should’ve been mine—and that deception cuts deep.

  When Hollywood blew through the bar that day, I should’ve expected nothing less. She came in like a hurricane, a bittersweet one I knew I had to have. She was different, but they always are, right? She’d have to be to catch someone like me.

  And now I find myself once again dreaming of a woman I can call my own and share my time with. Hollywood only intensifies my deepest desires, but with the betrayal from my ex, I don’t know if I can overcome my internal struggles and finally possess a life I’ve prayed for.

  Like any big storm, you never truly know what you’re in for, and I find myself fighting.

  For her.

  Club Tree:

  (Charter, Road Name, Position, Ol’ Lady, Nickname, Kids, Book title)

  Oath Keepers/Widow Makers hybrid charter:

  Viking – President (Prez),

  Heir to the Widow Makers MC, previous NOMAD,

  Princess aka Cinderella - ol’ lady (Princess)

  Odin – Vice President (VP), Viking’s younger blood brother,

  previous Widow Maker, Cherry - ol’ lady (Cherry)

  Torch – Death Dealer (Punisher/Enforcer), previous Widow Maker,

  grew up with Viking, Annabelle Teague - daughter

  Saint and Sinner – Hell Raisers, previous NOMADS,

  Jude aka Baby - ol’ lady (Baby)

  Nightmare – Good friend to Viking and Exterminator,

  club officer, previous NOMAD, Bethany aka Daydream - ol’ lady,

  Maverick – son (Daydream)

  Blaze – Viking’s cousin and Princess’ security,

  previous Widow Maker

  Amelia aka Teach – ol’ lady (Heathen)

  Chaos – Close with the NOMADS, Ex-NFL football player,

  Hollywood – ol’ lady,

  Kadence – daughter (Freight Train),

  Trixie - daughter (Hollywood)

  Smokey – Treasurer, previous Widow Maker

  Mercenary – Transfer from Chicago Charter, newest officer,

  Chevelle aka Chevy - ol’ lady,

  Hemi, Nova, Shelby – son and daughters (Chevelle)

  Frost – Prospect, Bronx’s blood brother

  Karma – Prospect, twin to Rage

  Rage – Prospect, twin to Karma

  Scot – Deceased

  Bronx – Deceased

  NOMADS:

  Exterminator

  Ruger

  Spider

  Knuckle Buster

  Magnum

  Original Oath Keepers MC:

  Ares – Prez, Avery - ol’ lady (Forsaken Control)

  Cain – VP, London - ol’ lady, Jamison Cade – son (Exposed)

  2 Piece – Gun Runner – SAA, Avery - ol’ lady (Relinquish)

  Twist – Unholy One, Sadie aka Sadie Baby - ol’ lady, Cyle – son (Friction)

  Spin – Treasurer

  Snake – Previous president’s son, Peppermint - ol’ lady (Sweet Surrender)

  Capone – Deceased

  Smiles – Deceased

  Shooter – Deceased

  Scratch – Deceased

  Rivals

  Iron Fists MC

  Twisted Snakes MC

  Mexican Cartel

  Clubs Mentioned

  Menace Mayhem MC – Alaska Charter – Grizzly

  RBMC – Texas Charter

  Kings of Carnage MC – Georgia Charter

  Guest Characters Mentioned

  Bash – Kings of Carnage MC VP

  Sterling – Kings of Carnage MC Prospect

  Ruin – Kings of Carnage MC Prospects by my good friend Hilary Storm

  Chapter 1

  A pretty little blonde comes sailing through the door. She winds her curvy body around the corner of the bar, setting her belongings down.

  I’m left a bit off-kilter by her presence. The blondie blew in here like a hurricane without
paying a brother any mind. I take in her French braids. She’s got two of them, one running down each side of her head, giving off a touch of innocence. I bet it took her no time at all to quickly intertwine them perfectly. I struggled with them for years learning to braid my daughter’s hair, but I’m well versed in it now.

  I watch as she removes her shiny aviator sunglasses. I couldn’t imagine her in any other shades, she’s got just enough sass to rock them. I can’t help but finger the pair hooked in the neck of my shirt.

  “Hey, Hollywood,” I call, wanting to break the ice, craving her attention.

  With an eye roll I’m sure I wasn’t meant to notice, she replies, “Yeah, stud?” Her tone drips with unimpressed sarcasm, and a chuckle escapes me at her cool response. She’s got spunk, but I guess in a rough clubhouse like the Royal Bastards you’d have to, in order not to get chewed up.

  “How about a cold one?”

  “Yours too warm for you? Can’t handle the heat?”

  “Got warm the moment you arrived.”

  She snorts and, fuck, if the sound isn’t cute. “Yeah, okay.” She grabs a fresh beer, twists the top off, and sets it before me with a wink.

  I doubt anyone around here has a sack big enough to give her any shit, and I admire that. Nothing sexier than a strong woman. “What’s your name, spitfire?”

  “Doesn’t matter,” she retorts, the response leaving her automatically. Everyone must ask for her to be dishing it so effortlessly.

  “It does to me.”

  “Well, aren’t you a sweet one.” Somehow, I don’t think it’s intended as a compliment.

  “I could be,” I offer, a cocky grin tugging at my lips.

  “I don’t have much of a sweet tooth.” She shrugs my comment off. She’s a tough one, used to getting hit on night and day, I suppose. I’ll flirt with chicks, sure, but I never come off disrespectful. I’ve never been hard up for pussy to act like some of the creepy motherfuckers I’ve come across.

  “How about hot and spicy... that more your flavor?” My brow perks, not ready for her to be done with me quite yet. Lord knows I don’t want whatever this sexual tension we already have to end prematurely.

  I catch a flash of teeth as her lips twist into a surprised smile.

  She turns, giving me her back and robbing me of that beautiful feature. I take a pull of the fresh beer, not that I really needed another. My first was fine, but I just wanted a reason to speak to her.

  Ripper slides into the stool next to me, smirking.

  “What?” I grumble, aware that everyone in here knows I was just shot down by the stunning woman.

  “Don’t take it personally.” He gestures to the bartender with her back still directed at us. “She brushes everybody off... not looking to have a good time with a biker.”

  She spins around, dutifully placing a whiskey in front of Ripper. “Who says it’d be a good time? You bikers have heartbreak written all over you. I’m not trying to catch a case of feelings and deal with that mess.”

  I grin. Widely. Already a fool for this woman, and I don’t even know her name. “Heartbreaker, hmm... thought you called me stud? So many compliments already.”

  “Oh, you’re that too,” she mutters, and Ripper snickers alongside me.

  One thing’s for certain—this little lady knows how to keep you on your toes. Her wit only intrigues me further, and I quickly conclude this could be a good or a bad thing. With a raspy chuckle, my eyes flit across her face, pausing on her decadent lips, then trailing lower. Her neck’s slender and long, not disproportionate or anything, but rather alluring, beckoning my mouth to taste. Saliva pools on my tongue as my vision grows fuzzy, taking in the rest of her curves. The bar hides a lot of her, the sexy sprite only hitting five-foot if I’d had to guess.

  “You should let me take you out. I’ll prove to you I won’t break your heart.”

  She flashes her stare between Ripper and me before shuffling a step back and pointing. “Oh, you’re a slick one. I’ll be watching out for you, all right.” With that, she twists toward the storage room, Ripper’s laugh echoing in her wake.

  “Fuck me,” I grunt out, not missing a single sway of her curvy hips. Her ass is juicy and round, the type of ass men write songs about. It’s been a while since a woman hooked my attention like that too.

  “Not gonna happen,” he mutters, and my curious gaze meets his.

  “No?” I repeat, not quite ready to throw in the towel just yet. I’ve always worked hard for what I want, so a bit of a challenge isn’t going to turn me off her scent. If anything, it intrigues me more.

  He shakes his head. “Not a brother in the place that can touch her. She’s got a ten-foot wall up around her that no one can bust through. She’s grown on us, though, and no one gives her any shit. She put them in their place right off the bat and garnered a lot of respect in return.”

  I dip my head in acknowledgment. I can see it, her holding her own. She’s got ball-buster written all over, and I say as much. “She’d bust their balls, or teeth, whatever was closest, I suppose.”

  “Damn straight... in a heartbeat.” He grins smugly. The fucker knows that’s one hell of an enticing incentive for a man like me, one who’s had demanding thrown at him most of his life, thanks to being an athlete.

  I’ll penetrate those walls of hers. I’ve never been one to toss in the towel easily. As long as she’s dishing it right back at me, I’ll keep pushing for her to eventually offer me a chance. If she’s not into it, then I’ll back off.

  Hell, at this rate, I won’t only want to fuck her, and that detail alone should be enough to send me for the hills. I’ve had my heart broken before, been cheated on in the past, and that’s something I’ve steered clear of since. A woman is a good time—a need to fulfill—then I move on.

  The only woman hanging onto my heart is my daughter. Granted, she’s married with a baby of her own, but still. She is the only female I need to be worrying about. So why does this little hellion of a bartender call to my soul so fiercely? She’s sunk her kitten claws in, and I can’t seem to break myself free. It’s one scary fucking feeling, considering I just met her. I can only imagine the damage she’ll do if I don’t find my wheels and get the hell out of here.

  “You look like you’re ready to run,” Ripper comments after taking a hefty swig of whiskey.

  I set a ten-dollar bill on the bar next to my beer. “Probably smart for all of us.”

  With a quick nod, he reaches his hand out.

  I shake it. “Appreciate the hospitality, man.”

  “Oath Keepers are always welcome here. Stop by anytime.”

  I release his hand and chin lift to the few RB brothers milling around. “Be seeing you fuckers,” I call out and receive several waves in return. They’re not my club, nor my brothers, but I’ve forged friendships here. I’m grateful to have more allies than enemies in this world we live in.

  “Ride easy,” a few holler in return, and I’m out the door before I allow myself another glimpse at Hollywood and her enticing mouth.

  “Leaving already?” A feminine purr interrupts my trek, making the hair on the back of my neck prickle. Her voice makes my skin feel alive, but peppered with awareness.

  I find her propped up against the building, off to the side. “Shouldn’t you be working? You just got here.”

  She shrugs, the movement bouncing her perfectly perky tits, garnering more of my attention. Not that she needs it, nor do I. I’ve already noticed far too much of her than what’s good for me. “I do what I want when we’re not busy. Not that it’s any of your business.”

  My face warms with her touch of attitude. I’m not used to it from the Oath Keeper women... they’re sweet as pie to me, as is anyone else who recognizes me. “You’ve got a sassy-ass mouth,” I point out with a growl. I leave out the fact that I enjoy it so much, it turns me on.

  I stop about a foot away, aching to crowd her space but not wanting to frighten her. I’m well over six feet, probably a foot
and a half taller than her and built like a tank due to my previous career and the years of conditioning it took. Any woman would fear a man with my bulk not knowing my character. It’s an unfair stereotype, but I get it and try to be compassionate over it.

  However, it appears Hollywood’s unshakable, and my respect for her grows. She stands before me, leisurely glancing between her clean, blunt nails and me. They’re clear with a shiny topcoat. She wants people to think she doesn’t give a fuck, but I see through her façade. She cares a little too much what others think, but she’s learned to hide it well. In my career, I had to learn to let that facet go. It was a struggle, but eventually, the people-pleaser in me diminished. In its wake, Chaos was left. I thrive on the shit now.

  “I like my sassy mouth,” she remarks.

  A wolfish grin takes over as I admit, “So do I.”

  She’s expecting me to be overbearing like any other cocky biker she comes across. Leaning forward, I place one hand beside her head, boxing her in a bit but not too much that she can’t escape if she desires. My free hand moves to her chin, my fingers tilting her face up until she meets my direct gaze, then I rasp, “Don’t you worry, Hollywood. I’ll be back, that much I can promise.” I trail the pad of my thumb across her plump, glossy lower lip, then pull away.

  As swiftly as I got to her, I’m gone.

  Straddling my bike, I crank the engine, the thundering from my pipes drowning out the loud thumping beat of my heart. Without a backward glance, I ride toward home. I have to leave Hollywood hungry for me because I damn sure want her thinking of me while I’m gone. Lord knows the cheeky pixie will be on my mind until we meet again.

  Chapter 2

  “I need you to take care of something,” my prez, Viking, mentions as soon as he notices me striding through the clubhouse. He gestures me off to the side out of the prospects’ earshot. We were Nomads together before he settled down and made this place another chapter of the Oath Keepers MC. We’re not far from the original’s clubhouse, and Viking has grown close to the other prez, Ares. It all works well in our favor, always having someone nearby to have our backs. When we were straight Nomads, we had to handle our shit as well as back up the charters whenever they’d call for help. The freedom was great being a Nomad, but as I’ve grown older, I enjoy having a clubhouse to come home to when I want.