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O' He Have Slain, page 1
O’ He Have Slain
The Savage Kings Series, Book 6
Jade Royal
Copyright © 2022 by Jade Royal
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Contents
Playlist for O’ He Have Slain
From Jade Royal
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
Deer’s Blood
Corrupted Nights
Savage Kings Empire
Acknowledgments
About the Author
New Releases
Also by Jade Royal
I always use music to fuel my stories. Because the list keeps growing, I’m going to give you the link to my Spotify playlist to listen to. Usually, I list the titles of the songs in a playlist but thought that giving you the direct link would be better. Don’t worry about whether you have Spotify or not. They’ll still let you listen to the tunes at no cost as long as you follow the link.
You can always send me a email at jaderoyalnews@gmail.com to let me know what you think. Enjoy the playlist as you read, I know I have a few times.
Cheers,
Jade Royal
He's a Savage...
He's a Savage…
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O
I have struggled to be myself for most of my life, hoping to fade into the background and go unnoticed. My childhood was tough, and it left scars behind that won’t fully heal. Meeting Tamia challenges my beliefs of who I should be versus the version of me that wants to claw to the surface.
I do things that some people would frown at, like selling sexual fantasies. Legal things happen during the day, but the night blurs the lines of right and wrong. Tamia is too good for me to let these sins touch her. I can’t stay away from her, and the truth about who I am needs to remain buried because I won’t be able to explain the Hell away.
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Tamia
Drawn to O's personality differs from what I’d assume. He’s beautiful, shy as the moon. I can tell he wants me, but something holds him back from going after what he wants. I don’t doubt he controls everything around him, but his presence speaks volumes, and his silence threatens to consume you.
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This is the sixth book in the Savage Kings Series, a Mafia Family Romance. It is a Ménage Bad Boy Billionaire Mafia Romance.
My luvs,
First of all, thank you so much for going on this journey with me through the Savage Kings World. I had an idea one day and never in a million years thought that you guys would jump onboard with me as quickly as you did.
YOU ARE THE BOMB!
Seriously, I love how much you guys love my Kings. The reviews are a whole vibe by themselves.
Thank you!
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Before you dive into O’ He Have Slain, I STRONGLY suggest that you read the sub-series in the Savage Kings World. When I get the rights back to the stories that are in other collections, those novellas will be known as the Savage Kings Syndicate series. What books am I talking about?
Reading Order
Guarded Truths
(Prequel to the Savage Kings series) also known as With Love From Cincinnati
Abigail and Aaron’s story.
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Entanglements
Inside With Love From Vegas
Malcolm and Nicole’s story.
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Surrender (Free Here Only)
Sharp and Kelsey’s story.
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The Unforeseen Arrangement
Hype and Tamera’s story.
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Corrupted Nights
Jeremy, Miguel, and Elle’s story.
Why should you read them?
They have background information that will help you understand the war that’s brewing. Trust me, all the characters will be flitting in and out, and I won’t go into a bunch of information to explain who they are.
Also, make sure that you pre-order Deer’s Blood because the price will be much higher after release week. I know all of you die hards probably already have it reserved, but If you don’t, do it now!
How many books will be in each series?
The Savage Kings will have eight books including the Prequel. The Savage Kings Syndicate will also have eight books. There may be a third series, if so, I’ll definitely let you know, but it will also be eight books.
BIG NEWS!
You asked for paperbacks and they are coming along with book boxes! Make sure to jump over to the WAITING LIST and I’ll drop the Pre-order link right in your inbox. If you want info on the rest of the Savage World, I can send that to you too. Until then, here’s something important that you need to know about O’ He Have Slain.
***Trigger Warning***
Content might include graphic references to topics such as sexual abuse, self-harm, violence, eating disorders, and so on, and can take the form of text.
If you or someone you know is in crisis, please call 911, go to the nearest emergency room, call 1-800-273-TALK (8255) to reach a 24-hour crisis center, or text MHA to 741741 at the Crisis Text Line. You can also call 1-800-985-5990 or text “TalkWithUs” to 66746 at the SAMHSA Disaster Distress Helpline.
Lovelies,
If you’re okay with ^that up there, please enjoy the only Savage King that has made me cry writing most of his book. From my heart, to your e-readers, thank you for going on this journey with O.
Tamia
“Girl, there they go again.” Sara nudged my arm as she passed me. She had dishes from her last table piled in her hands, but that would not stop her from gossiping. She had her blonde hair pulled into a ponytail. When she discarded them into the sink, she went about fixing it. I knew that look. She was about to flirt.
Lifting only my eyes, I watched as the two men came in and sat down at the table. The shorter one wore a ball cap and gray sweatpants with a black and gray hoodie. His t-shirt had words and graphics on it, but I couldn’t make them out since he’d zipped the jacket halfway. He was cute, with henna brown skin and a short fade. He had both of his ears pierced and always wore enormous diamonds in them. The other one…
He was tall with long locs that stopped near his lower back. I couldn’t tell you what was underneath all of those clothes he wore since they were so big and baggy. I could tell that he was slender, but he hid the definition of his frame. His face was filled with hard lines of seriousness, except for his cheeks, which seemed to soften him completely. A perfectly lined up goatee and super-short beard turned his already sexy demeanor into one that flew off the charts. He was damn fine, but was almost oblivious to it. He seemed almost timid when I approached him every time that he was here. The other servers were always too busy gawking at him, making him uncomfortable.
The man he was with, I was sure, was his boyfriend, though everyone else doubted. How could a man so fine be gay? They asked. I knew how. Because not only ugly men were gay, and being flamboyant didn’t classify as being the only type of man who liked men.
I straightened my apron and approached the table they were seated at. Putting on my most genuine smile, I greeted them.
“Good evening, gentlemen, I’m…”
“Tamia.” The man with long locs responded. “I remember.” His voice was smooth like silk. It glided over you, leaving behind tingles.
“Thank you. You fellas come in here often, but I’ve never gotten your names.” It was true. I never really considered getting them until now.
“I’m Quinten.” The shorter one chimed in while typing something into his phone.
“And I’m O.” As in Oh. My. God.
“Just O?” I asked. “Who shortens their name to just a letter?”
“When you hate the name your mother gave you, you do what you have to.” He rubbed his hands together, giving me the faint impression that he was nervous.
“Othello? Oliver? Otto? Omari? Oakley? Oden? Odell?” I ran off names as they came to me.
O smiled, and the room seemed to brighten. I got the feeling he didn’t do it often. “Not any of those.”
“What is it, then?”
“O. Are you going to take my order, or are we going to play this game all night?” His smile melted me right here at the table.
“I’m sitting right here,” Quinten interjected, annoyed.
“Then I’ll take your order first.” I turned toward him, not thinking that I was flirting, or had I been? I’d just been interested in what his real name was.
“Let me have a steak,” he rolled his eyes at O and smiled in my direction, “with mashed potatoes and corn. Do y’all have any more of that cherry pie back there? There wasn't any left the last time that I was here.”
“Pretty sure we do. I’ll check when I put your orders in.” I reassured him.
“Could you please? Y’all shouldn’t make it taste so good, and people wouldn’t buy it like it was going out of season.” He teased me.
I giggled at him, glad that he wasn’t giving me crap for whatever he thought had happened before. “And to drink?”
“Orange soda.”
“And for you?” I asked O.
“Burger and chili fries. No cheese on either, extra lettuce, and I need ketchup, too.”
“Will you tell him that chili fries need cheese?” Quinten inserted.
“I think they do, but I won’t harass him for not wanting it. What’s the ketchup for?”
“The fries.” They both said at once.
“Maybe that is weird,” I mumbled.
“Told you.” Quinten folded his arms as if I’d just joined his team, and we were facing off against O.
“To drink?” I asked him, hoping to change the subject.
He took a long look at me while letting his eyes travel up and down my body.
A quick glance over at Quinten told me he was back on his phone. Looking back at O, he shook his head and laughed to himself.
“Just water.”
“Got it. I’ll go put in your orders, check on that pie, and bring drinks back.” I hurried away, needing space from the two of them.
Maybe I wasn’t flirting, but it seemed as if O was.
O
“Why do we have to keep going over this?” I exhaled all at once, tired of doing this with Quinten. We’d been together off and on for years. I preferred when we were on. The off cycles just made me off.
“You mean to tell me that none of the brothers has any idea that you’re gay?”
“No. We don’t even talk about shit like that. Besides, I’m not gay, and neither are you.”
“You’re right. I just know what I want.” He rolled his eyes at me, letting that flamboyant side of him show. Neck rolling, eyes closed, finger moving, and hip-swaying… He was in a mood.
“I do, too. You don’t mind everybody in your business passing judgment. I do. We can avoid some drama.”
“So not claiming me is ‘drama’?”
I wiped my face with both of my hands, ready for all this shit to end. “Labels are ridiculous. You know who you are to me. I’m your man. I like everybody. You prefer men and dabble with the right females.” I stood up and towered over him. “Did I get that wrong?”
He licked his lips, looking me over from head to toe. “Why are you so sexy?” He asked.
“I’m not. You just like what you see. I like that you do, and that’s all that matters. Right?” My joggers rode my hips, and I wasn’t wearing a shirt. I knew I was distracting him, but I wasn’t in a talking mood.
“Yeah, you…” Quinten caressed my chest and licked across my stomach. “You’re right.”
“Then show me something…”
Quinten scooted forward until he was sitting right in front of me. He put his hands in my pants, and I smacked them away. “I’d remember saying ‘feel’.” I corrected.
Quinten used his mouth to pull my pants down far enough for my dick to spring free. He looked at me for permission, and I nodded. His mouth captured me, barely able to wrap around the base. I was deep into his throat, and he was gagging but knew better than to pull away.
“That’s all you got?” I asked him, but it wasn’t a complaint. The man was skilled with his mouth, but it was a challenge for him to do things without his hands.
He swallowed, and I felt his throat tighten around me before he withdrew.
“You can do better…” I panted, turned on as fuck. “See, if you spent more time with my dick in your mouth and less time complaining, we’d have fewer problems.”
“Yes, Sir.” He moaned, withdrawing me completely and then moving back in to swallow me again.
“Just like that, Q.” I stroked the side of his face. This man would do anything for me, and I knew it. I gave back to him what I could, but sometimes damaged souls could only give so much. The rest was just too dark.
I pumped into his mouth as saliva dripped from his chin.
I moaned in approval.
He lapped at me as he moved to give me a new sensation to latch on to.
I felt his need to please me.
He sought affection and affirmation.
I gave him neither.
He worked harder.
I pressed my toes into the floor to ground me.
He searched for a chink in my defenses.
I bucked into his mouth, throwing him off his game. Too damn good.
“Sir?” Quinten pleaded for a second chance, thinking he’d failed me.
I ate up his need to thrive and fed it back to him. One inch at a time.
“Make it sloppy, baby.”
Quinten dropped to his knees and pulled me closer. Dropping his head backward, he took more of me with each stroke. He was pulling me under, into a hole of pleasure that was so deep that I didn’t know if I’d ever reach the bottom. Popping me free, he sucked gently on my sack, and perspiration beaded along my brow and trickled down my spine.
“When I come,” I started, but I had to focus on breathing.
“I’ll take it all, promise.”
I nodded my head, giving him exactly what he needed. A tremble started up my leg, and I knew it was over. Looking down, I watched as he broke me down lick by lick. Completely focused on his task, he didn’t notice me watching until he looked up. He slowed.
“Nah, keep doing what you do.” Back inside his mouth. He sucked, pulled, tweaked, and made it impossible not to give in to his skill. “You ready?” I asked, seconds away from letting go.
His response was to apply more pressure and suck me faster.
I growled loud, thundered echos surrounded us, and it didn’t end there. I hollered out his name while unloading completely.
Fuck. Him.
I stumbled backward, unable to see straight. “Shit!” I pulled up my pants, sat down on the bed, and closed my eyes. When I felt him curl up beside me, I pulled him into my arms and passed out. I'll thank him properly later.
In the morning, Quinten was in the kitchen making breakfast. I kissed the back of his neck and moved to the refrigerator to grab grapefruit juice.
“I don’t know how you drink that. It’s unsweetened.”
“Easy, one sip at a time. You just keep buying it, and I’ll take care of the rest.”
“You have plans today?”
“I do. I need to stop by the hotel and see how business is. Have you talked to Linda?”
“She’s got plenty of rooms for us. There’s not a lot of business this week. I told them to set up those cameras and get to work. Though this isn’t a 9 to 5, they need to treat it like it is.”
“Okay. What else?”
“I was wondering if you’d come to my family’s house this weekend.”
He’d tried it. Quinten knew better. I hadn’t met his family because they’d expect us to come in together holding hands and being a couple. That wasn’t me. He needed to stop talking about me to people and using that damn word. I hated the term ‘boyfriend’. I knew we were more than friends, but as far as coming up with a label that didn’t give me flashbacks, I didn’t know what to tell him.
"Why do you do this shit?" I slammed down the can on the counter. "Quinten, I give you whatever you want. I'm not mean to you, abusive, or anything negative, but I ask you for this one thing, and you can't do that. Why?" Anger boiled up so quickly inside that my hands fisted, my hackles rose, my eyes squinted, and steam radiated around me.
