AN OUTLAW MONSTER (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novel) (4 page)

We moved to the clubhouse where I
ordered a cold beer. I sat there, thinking about the night. There was plenty of
bullshit activity going around Daurian. It was impossible for the PD to
control. We helped to push it out of the city limits, but it lingered right on
the border. Chances were another gang called
The Hell Five
were helping
to fund the illegal gaming. They were a pain the ass, too.

What worried me the most was the O
’
Nuall family. It wasn
’
t my place to say it to
the Prez, but they were sick. They would easily go after Trev
’
s old lady and take the
baby.

The weight of protection was
getting heavier by the second.

From the corner of my eye I spotted
one of the regulars at the clubhouse. She was pretty, wearing a low cut top.
She looked at me and grinned. I hated that there were regulars around. I knew
too much and I hated mixing business and pleasure. I wasn
’
t going to fuck her
because I felt bad that she struggled to pay her bills and her mother was in
hospice care for cancer. I was going to fuck her because I needed to calm my
nerves for a bit before tonight.

I gave a nod and she pointed toward
the hall.

Five minutes later I was behind
her. She was naked, I had my jeans down to my knees. I pounded at her, forcing
her to dig at the bed to keep from being thrust off the other side.

Pussy came first
…
and then I was off
to kill
…
the monster would come out again tonight.

four.

(harlee)

I always kept a secret bag packed
full of clothes and supplies. It was a backpack and I left it in the trunk of
my car. I had grown up always feeling like I was on the run so it came as
second nature to me. As I walked from Daxton
’
s
room, I purposely left all my stuff behind, scattered on his bed, giving the
illusion that we were okay with things.

Too bad that morning I had gone
into his room to get a change of clothes and found a woman in bed with him. She
was naked, face down, her flabby ass hanging out of the sheets. Her panties
were dangling off her left ankle, the front pointing at me with text that read
it
ain
’
t
going to lick itself
.

I patted the woman on the ass and
she stirred, groaning. Then she opened her eyes and looked at me. I thought she
’
d be surprised, but not
this bitch. She popped her head up and asked,
“
Is
it your turn? Or are we going together?
”

I simply smiled and said,
“
Oh, no, sweetie. He
’
s all yours.
”

Trust me, I had no desire to sleep
with Daxton. The handful of times I did, I was aided by alcohol, which doesn't
say much about my character.

Then again, I was the one standing
next to my car in a tight pair of jeans and a tank top that purposely showed a
sliver of skin. My bra was some special thing that pushed my boobs up -
like
I really needed that to begin with
- and made them pour out of the top of
my top.
Again, like I really needed that to begin with.

I had my hair pulled back tight and
wore what I assumed to be the right amount of makeup and glitter on my face. I
felt stupid but it was the only way I knew how to make money. I
’
d serve drinks, smile,
flirt, and walk out with hundreds in cash. I
’
d
have to dodge plenty of ass grabbing and offers for one night stands. Then
again, maybe if the right businessman offered me a night, I
’
d do it just to stick it
at Daxton and the MC.

Yeah, right.

If I didn
’
t end up back at the clubhouse, I
’
d end up with a bullet in
my head.

The rest of the girls had gone
inside, but I was instructed to wait.

I heard the thundering growl of a
motorcycle and saw Rocco and Gunner riding up the road. They pulled into the
parking lot and blocked me in. Not like I had the choice to actually get out of
there. As they climbed off their motorcycles, my heart started to pound. These
men were nothing to mess with. The allure of them from afar was one thing -
seeing them as these big, giant outlaws who could break the law and then break
your heart. That was kind of like a wild fantasy. But the second they got their
teeth into you, you were screwed.

“
You
know what to do?
”
Gunner asked me.

I nodded.
“
Yes.
”

“
Don
’
t fuck this thing up,
”
Rocco said.
“
We need to get our revenge
on those pricks. They won
’
t
see it coming. They won
’
t
know it
’
s us. They
’
ll assume and it
’
ll give us time for a real
attack.
”

I swallowed hard.
“
I should get inside.
”

“
You
look nervous,
”
Gunner
said.

“
I
am nervous.
”

“
Why?
”
Rocco asked.

“
Why?
Are you serious? I
’
ve
never killed anyone before.
”

Gunner grinned and he reached for
my hand.
“
Well,
sweetie, there
’
s
a first time for everything.
”

five.

(trent)

Who the hell is that?

That was my first thought when I
saw the woman standing next to her car. It was instantly clear she was nervous,
and waiting for someone to meet up with her. I had taken the frontline on this,
hiding right across the street, waiting for the right time to come across and
kick up some hell. Duke was already inside, probably at a table, counting up
some cash. A trained war veteran, he knew how to keep a straight face and to
focus on what needed to be done. That meant putting all his trust into me to
keep his ass alive.

Trev, Jasper, and Cash were about a
mile away, ready to ride and fight if I needed them.

But complete focus was on the woman
across the street. I had a pair of binoculars with me and hell yeah I used them
to check her out. When she turned her head, I caught myself grinning a little.
Her face was perfect, beautiful, looking like she had soft skin. Her hair
pulled back in a tight ponytail. Her shoulders were exposed thanks to a skimpy
top she wore. And, shit, her tits were so full, pushing out of the top of her
shirt. I paused there for a little bit, admiring. Come on - you show them, I
’
m going to look at them.

As I kept climbing down her body, I
saw the hint of skin where her shirt ended. The wide curve of her hips, making
my hands tense up because that was the spot I
’
d
be holding onto as I pulled her tighter against my cock.

I claimed her right then with my
eyes.

She dressed similar to the other
women that had gone into the building. They were the ones that served drinks,
flirted, laughed, and kept everyone happy and playing cards. The gambling thing
was generally non-violent and a way for some of the richest guys around to hang
with outlaws and bet cash. If they weren
’
t
gambling, they were throwing money down on illegal underground fights.

When she touched the bottom of her
shirt and tugged at it, it made my dick stir. She didn
’
t want to be dressed like this. She didn
’
t want to be exposed. She
then bit her lip and looked right at me. Of course she couldn
’
t see me, but I could see
her. Nice little lips, an almost button-like nose, and really pretty eyes. A
light brown color that almost had an amber tone to it against the sunlight.

Now I had a second objective for
the night. Make sure I save Duke
’
s
ass.
And make sure I had this woman
’
s
ass.

**

Rocco and Gunner.

“
Shit,
”
I whispered as I saw the
motorcycle pull into the lot.

I got up on my knees and grabbed my
gun. I feared perhaps an instant ambush on Duke. Fuck. They could just kick in
the door and start shooting. Blast the hell out of Duke before the games even
really got going.

I wondered if I had taken too much
time eye-fucking the beauty standing at her car.

It meant I would have to conduct my
own ambush.

If I crossed the street, there was
only one choice. I would have to kill the President and VP of Night Soul MC. It
may not have sounded like a daunting task, right? It was just bullets. One in
each of the back of their heads and they would be dead. The problem was that I
didn
’
t have authority
to take out a President or a VP of another club. And if I did, I
’
d be in deep shit with my
club. Honestly? I didn
’
t
give a fuck about that. They could chain me up and gut me for all I care. The
real problem was that if I took these two out, it would open the doors for a
war nobody wanted to see. Night Soul would come right to Daurian and the blood
would spill fast and plenty.

I ended up crouched, on my feet,
wondering what to do. If I called Trev, it wouldn
’
t
matter. He wouldn
’
t
have enough time to get here to do anything.

I needed to take action.

As I inched up, I saw Rocco reach
out and touch the woman.

That set me off even more.

Who the fuck is this woman?

Maybe she was Rocco
’
s old lady.

The thought of her under Rocco as
his flabby biker body pumped at her really pissed me off.

Rocco then looked at Gunner and
gave a nod. Gunner reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial. I
grinned, looking at the way his thumb and pointer were close together.
Probably
showing her the size of his dick.

Gunner held out the vial and the
woman took it.

Rocco then said something, but he
spoke loud and clear with this hands. His motions were simple - this woman was
going to pour whatever was in the vial into a drink.
Duke
’
s drink.
It was
some kind of poison.

That
’
s
how they were going to kill Duke.

The woman tucked the vial into her
top. I suddenly became a little bit jealous of a vial.

Get yourself together, Trent.
Fuck.

The chick back at the clubhouse had
offered me another round - in the shower - and I had declined. I regretted
that. I should have drained myself completely.

Rocco pointed at the woman, his
face turning red, and then he walked away. Gunner reached out and ran the back
of his fingers to the woman
’
s
cheek. He then ran his pointer finger down her lips.

My blood was boiling. I was raging
from a really dark fucking place. The place where
the monster
lived and
the place where
the monster
could easily escape from.

As Gunner turned, I dropped back
down to make sure I was hidden.

They started their motorcycles and
sped away.

That
’
s
when it all made sense.

They were having this woman kill
Duke. And why the hell not? They would make it very clear to the MC that Duke
was dead but they weren
’
t
there when it happened. They wanted us confused and wanted Trev off guard. That
was the game here. To get Trev out of his element and take him out. Nobody
expected Trev to settle right in at the head of the table and take such firm
control.

I watched as the woman remained
standing there at her car. You think an assassin would rush inside and get to
work, right? Not this woman. With her right hand, she touched her chest,
obviously feeling for the vial of poison. Seeing her touch herself made me grit
my teeth. My cock kept pulsing, wanting to get over there and save her.

Save her? She
’
s going to kill
your brother
…

The woman then started to bite her
nails.

She was nervous as fuck.

I knew what I had to do next.

I called Trev.

“
What
’
s happening?
”

“
Prez,
they
’
re not the ones
doing it,
”
I said.
“
They were here and they
’
re gone.
”

“
What?
Where are you?
”

“
Still
across the street. They rode up and delivered poison.
”

“
Poison?
”

“
Something
in a vial. They want one of the waitresses to pour it into Duke
’
s drink. They
’
re trying to throw you
off, Prez.
”

“
That
can
’
t happen, Trent,
”
Trev said.
“
Show this bitch the
monster.
”

I couldn
’
t stop looking at her through the binoculars.

“
You
hear me?
”
Trev
growled.

“
I
hear you, Prez.
”

“
Then
say it,
”
Trev said.

I didn
’
t want to say it. I slowly put the binoculars
down. I could see the woman but not all her beautiful defined features. She
finally moved away from her car and worked toward the door.

Now it was time to act.

“
Trent?
”
Trev asked.

“
I
’
ve got this, Prez. I
’
ll be in touch soon.
”

I ended the call.

I didn
’
t tell Trev what he wanted to hear.

But I knew what needed to be done.

The only way to show Rocco and
Gunner that we were serious and nobody could fuck with us.

I stood up and started to cross the
road.

I had to kill the beautiful
woman.