Mace

Mace Royal Bastards MC Sacramento, CA Chapter Book 8 Copyright © 2023 Winter Travers All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduction, stored in, or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) utilization of this work without written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks are not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners. Also by Winter Travers Devil’s Knights Series Loving Lo Finding Cyn Gravel’s Road Battling Troy Gambler’s Longshot Keeping Meg Fighting Demon Unraveling Fayth Forever Lo Devil’s Knights 2nd Gen Passing the Torch Riding the Line Royal Mess Changing Lanes Bucking Tradition Reining It In Fractured Brotherhood Ride the Wind Chase the Sunset Freedom Ride Skid Row Kings Series DownShift PowerShift BangShift Fallen Lords MC Series Nickel Pipe Maniac Wrecker Boink Clash Freak Slayer Brinks Fallen Lords Christmas Kings of Vengeance MC Drop a Gear and Disappear Lean Into It Knees in the Breeze Midnight Wreckage Thrill Seeker Livin’ on the Edge Blacktop Freedom Ride or Die Powerhouse MA Series Dropkick My Heart Love on the Mat Black Belt in Love Black Belt Knockout Nitro Crew Series Burndown Holeshot Redlight Shutdown Royal Bastards MC: Sacramento, CA Playboy Six-Gun Monk Rebel Barracuda Jet Jinx Mace VII Knights MC: Golden, CO Chapter Iced Sweet Love Novellas Sweet Burn Five Alarm Donuts Stand Alone Novellas Kissing the Bad Boy Trapped with the Bad Boy Daddin’ Ain’t Easy Silas: A Scrooged Christmas Wanting More Mama Didn’t Raise No Fool Tangle My Tinsel Mr. Motorcycle Oral Communications Coasting In Holly’s Biker Table of Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Epilogue About the Author Coming Soon Excerpt from Wilder Presley Says He Loves Me Excerpt from Drop a Gear and Disappear Chapter One Mace “So.” “So?” Barracuda sank into the chair next to me and kicked his feet out in front of him. “So what the fuck are you going to do?” That was the million-dollar question. Four hours ago, I was bonded out of jail, and now I had to figure out how to get out of being charged with murder. “You do it?” Barracuda asked. I shook my head. “Kill him? No.” Barracuda tipped his head to the side. “Have anything else to do with it?” I shrugged and stuck a cigarette in the corner of my mouth. Barracuda frowned and ran his fingers through his hair. “Why don’t you start at the beginning and tell me what the hell you did do.” Going back fifteen years was something I never did. I didn’t want to. “I did what any other person would have done if they had been in my shoes.” “And what the fuck was that?” Barracuda was losing his patience, but I didn’t care. None of the guys knew about my past; that was how I wanted it to stay. That was until Darrin Bing became mayor of Sutter Creek and forced the police department to open the cold case of his dead brother, Kent. I always said fuck Kent Bing, but now I could add Darrin to the list of Bings who should rot in hell. “You ever heard of Sutter Creek?” I asked. Barracuda nodded. “About an hour from here, right?” “Yup, that’s it. Right on down eighty-eight until you run right into it.” “Small town. Never hear much about it.” “Yeah, well, you’re right, though about fifteen years ago, Kent Bing wound up murdered, and they couldn’t figure out what happened to him and who did it. Made the news for a few days, but nothing ever came of it.” “But you know what happened.” I lit my cigarette and inhaled deeply. “Sure the fuck do,” I breathed out. “Imogen Parker knocked him upside the head with a two-by-four after he raped her, and I helped her with the body.” “Fucking hell, Mace,” Barracuda sighed. “I would have killed him, but Imogen beat me to it.” I never liked Kent Bing, but I didn’t have a reason to want the guy dead. At least not until he laid his hands on Imogen. “So, now she is trying to pin it on you?” I shook my head. “Not even close, brother.” I laughed flatly. “Kent Bing’s brother is now the mayor of Sutter Creek, and he’s coming for me with pitchforks up. Got one fucking fingerprint from me on the douchebag's shoe, and they are saying that makes me his killer.” “After fifteen years, they found your fingerprint?” Barracuda questioned. “So they say. I also think the new mayor, Darrin Bing, wants to make himself look good by solving this cold case while in office.” “You tell them you weren’t the one to kill the guy?” I nodded. “Yeah.” “You tell them who did?” I shook my head. “Nope.” “You gonna?” That was a big fat no. “No.” “Brother,” Barracuda drawled. “Then what the hell are you going to do? You just said this asshole is gunning for you.” “All they have is one fingerprint, Barracuda. They can’t pin the guy’s murder on me just on that.” They didn’t have a murder weapon, motive, or any other evidence. “They fucking arrested you for that,” Barracuda pointed out. “And now I’m out,” I explained. “If they really had some concrete evidence that I did it or was even there when