AN OUTLAW MONSTER (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novel) (9 page)

“
I
’
ll do that when you have
my guns ready,
”
Rocco
said.
“
That
’
s where this ends.
”

“
Then
it
’
s already over
because there are no fucking guns.
”

“
I
paid for guns!
”
Rocco
yelled.

“
Not
according to this bitch,
”
Trev said.
“
She said
you and Ripper never met before. That you never exchanged money or goods. You
’
re a fucking liar.
”

“
I
’
ll gut that cunt right
now,
”
Rocco said.
“
She
’
s fucking with you. Don
’
t listen to her. She
fucking served us drinks!
”

“
Then
I guess we don
’
t need
her anymore,
”
Trev
said.

He moved the gun from me and put a
bullet into the corner of a wall.

I opened my mouth to scream and
Trent covered my mouth.

“
There,
”
Trev said.
“
Anything else you want to
add to this?
”

“
Like
I give a damn about a whore,
”
Rocco said.
“
You
’
re going to burn, Trev.
You and the entire group of goons over there. I
’
ve
spoken with the O
’
Nuall
family personally. They know of the bad deals in your MC. You
’
re getting it on all sides
now
…”

Trev ended the call.

He then threw the phone to the
ground and stomped on it.

“
Fuck!
”
he screamed.

“
That
’
s what we wanted, Prez,
”
Trent said.
“
Daxton is freaking out and
Rocco just gave us something to run with.
”

All I could do was just sit there,
in complete shock of everything that had happened.

Trent crouched down and reached for
my face. He forced me to look at him.

The craziest thing happened right
then.

I wanted to fucking kiss him
more than I ever wanted to kiss another man in my life.

thirteen.

(trent)

I had Harlee propped up on my
dresser. In my mind when I looked down I
’
d
see my thick cock sliding in and out of her slit. I
’
d feel just how tight she really was and find
out how someone had been really taking care of her.

Reality was a far cry away.

I grabbed the edge of the dresser
and looked her eye to eye.
“
Don
’
t try anything.
”

“
I
won
’
t,
”
she said.

“
I
’
ll have prospects watching
the apartment. Two inside at the door and two more outside. This is risky. I
don
’
t like it. But
coming to the clubhouse could be worse. We
’
re
hoping they attack.
”

She grabbed my arm.
“
You
’
re not afraid?
”

“
No.
Why would I be?
”

“
What
if they shoot at you?
”

“
They
better hit me then,
”
I said.
“
If not, I
’
ll blow their fucking heads
off. That
’
s how I
operate. You
’
re job
is to stay here.
”
I
reached for my back pocket and took out a key.
“
Take
this.
”

“
What
’
s it for?
”
Harlee asked.

“
There
’
s a black car out back.
Project of mine from a long time ago. I
’
m
not a fan of anything that has more than two wheels, but I figure if shit hits
the fan, you should have an escape.
”

“
I
could just take off when you leave,
”
she said.

“
You
’
re right,
”
I said.
“
Maybe I
’
m giving you a chance to
go. Or maybe I just trust you enough to wait.
”

There were a few seconds of silence
between us.

Harlee took the key.
“
Thanks.
”

I didn
’
t respond.

She reached out and touched my
cheek. Her soft fingers running across the scruff on my face. It was like I was
the sandpaper and she was the wood.
I would destroy her if I had her. Or
maybe I
’
d
make her into something better. Strip her down
…

I pulled away when I saw Harlee
lick her lips.

We were not going to charge down
that fucking path.

I didn
’
t just kiss. If she tempted, she
’
d be on the bed, butt ass
naked, screaming my name.

I had plans for the day.

Charging to the door, I got the
hell out of the bedroom and out of the apartment.

Outside, Trev, Jasper, Cash, and
Kye were waiting.

We had a ride to take.

And quite honestly
…
I had a
fifty-fifty shot of coming back alive.

**

There were three black vans. In
between each were two black cars. We were in a clearing in the woods. Probably
some massive piece of land owned by a dummy corporation said to be using it for
lumber or maybe preserving nature. Some kind of bullshit excuse. What it was
was a meeting spot for the O
’
Nuall
family. We were possibly standing on a massive graveyard with plenty of bones
under our feet. Ghosts that couldn
’
t
speak and the reaper lingering, licking his chops, ready for another feast.

What choice did we have?

We had to make contact with the O
’
Nuall family and make sure
Night Soul wasn
’
t
causing any further issues.

Frontline, I stood in front of my
President and VP.

A door on each of the black cars
opened and out came Garvan and Bryant.

Garvan was short, portly, short
hair. He had dimples in his cheeks but his eyes were anything but kind. He was
vicious, a man who probably had over a hundred murders on his hands and would
have a hundred more before his time came. His partner in crime, Bryant, tugged
at his suit jacket as he walked along his car. He was taller, skinny, lighter
skin with a fiery red hair color that made him look too cliche for his own
good.

Bryant gave me the courtesy of
showing me his gun.

I did the same.

The situation was tense, touchy,
and if these two wanted to take us out, there was nothing that could be done to
stop it. We
’
d be dead
and if the rest of the MC tried to fight back, it would end up in a war that
would cross state lines and move across the world.

There was silence.

I stepped back as Jasper and Trev
stepped forward.

“
Glad
we could finally meet up,
”
Trev said.
“
It
’
s a pleasure.
”

“
Aye,
”
Garvan said.
“
Cut the bullshit. You
’
ve got a problem.
”

“
We
’
re taking care of a lot of
problems,
”
Jasper
said.
“
New President means
changes.
”

“
Ripper
is dead,
”
Bryant
said.
“
You gave up
all those guns to us.
”

“
They
were yours,
”
Trev
said.
“
I
’
m not here to rattle
anyone. I
’
m not here
to dig up old bones. I
’
m
not here to start a new fight. Ripper made a few heavy promises to another
crew.
”

“
Aye,
”
Garvan said.
“
They
’
ve been in contact. They
want their guns. They said they paid. That
’
s
troubling to me. I was never paid.
”

“
I
’
m sorry about that,
”
Jasper said.
“
I
’
ll take the heat on that, okay? I was VP
while Ripper ran wild. I should have done more.
”

Garvan looked at Bryant and nodded.

A second later Bryant took a gun
out.

Shit.

I jumped in front of Jasper.
“
No, asshole. You
’
re going to have to kill
me.
”

“
I
don
’
t have a problem
with that,
”
Bryant
said.
“
I
’
ll shoot your fucking head
off, boy.
”

I stepped toward the powerful Irish
mobster and puffed out my chest.
“
Make
it count.
”

“
Why
don
’
t we try talking,
”
Trev said.

“
You
’
re VP is weak,
”
Garvan said.
“
We have that other crew
calling out to us. I don
’
t
do fucking house calls, gentlemen. I deal in my version of fair trade. I
’
m not in customer service.
Do you understand?
”

“
We
understand,
”
Trev
said.
“
We are
handling all situations. I wanted to meet with you personally to tell you that.
I
’
ll make sure the
situation with Rocco and Gunner ends soon. As for our situation, all I can
offer is knowledge that Ripper is dead. I
’
m
in charge. I don
’
t
fuck around.
”

Bryant kept his gun on me and put a
hand to Trev
’
s
shoulder.
“
We know
that, Trevor. We know that.
”

I saw Trev
’
s lip curl. He hated being called Trevor as
much as I hated being called Trenton.

“
So
we
’
re going to find
out what everyone is made of,
”
Garvan said.
“
First
off, your monster here is going to prove his worth.
”

“
What
the fuck does that mean?
”
I asked.

Garvan whistled and the backdoors to
one of the vans opened.

A man jumped down to the ground.

He quickly ripped off his suit
jacket and button down shirt. He was layered with tattoos from shoulders to
wrists. He took off his gun harnesses and walked right toward me.

“
Take
him down,
”
Garvan
said.
“
Then we
’
ll talk business.
”

“
Bullshit,
”
Trev said.
“
This is how
…”

“
It
’
s fine, Prez,
”
I said.
“
I could use a good fight.
”

I had so much pent up energy inside
me, this was a good thing. I tried to ignore what this meant though. Chances
were, if I went down, Bryant would put a bullet in my skull and then send
Jasper and Trev packing.

This was a power move.

I was the muscle to strengthen the
power.

I had to be the monster to steal
the power.

**

My leather cut and shirt were on
the ground. I circled up with Danny. That was the guy
’
s name. He had it tattooed across his wide
chest, the letters slightly blocked by his tight, sleeveless undershirt.

We had our fists up and this
asshole started to dance around me. Kicking his feet and moving his shoulders,
trying to get me to do something stupid. I knew patience. They were beaten into
me a long time ago and I carried patience on my back.

From the corner of my eye I saw
Trev, Jasper, Garvan, and Bryant standing together. They were starting to talk,
which was a good thing. These crazy people liked to conduct business with a
fight going on. Shit, this was their version of going to a strip club and
cutting loose a little.

Danny threw the first punch, which
was all I needed him to do.

He clipped my jaw and I set my feet
to keep from falling. I threw a right to his gut and it was like punching a
wall. I got Danny to crunch down enough so I could sweep at his leg. That could
cause him to stumble a little and I went in for the kill. Three solid punches
to the face took him back to the van he climbed out of.

Danny lunged forward at me,
shoulder down. He slammed into me, lifting me up, and rammed me into the side
of the van. Hot pain shot through my back. I started to come down on his back
with elbows as he repeated the move three times on me. He broke away from me
and moved fast. A trained fighter, probably in the ring and on the streets, he
kept himself tight and swung hard and fast. My ribs suddenly felt like they
were being shattered one by one. Before I could attempt to defend myself there,
fists were at my jaw, cheeks, and eyes. I felt like I was being jumped by two
guys.

My head rocked left to right and
Danny finally grabbed my hair and threw me to the side. I stumbled and fell to
one knee but I wasn
’
t
done yet. That was his biggest mistake. He took me for granted. I looked back
at him and watched as he laughed at me. He had some blood on his teeth and
licked it off.

“
Finish
it off!
”
Garvan
called out.
“
Come on,
boy!
”

Danny strutted toward me, his right
hand cocked back.

I waited until the last second to
make my move.

Danny never got a chance to try and
hit me with his knockout punch. I stood, turned, and slammed my own right to
his nose, busting him open. He grabbed for his face and I grabbed him, walking
him to the van. A handful of hair later and I started to smash his face off the
van. Even though he tried to protect his face it didn
’
t matter. The force of my strength was too
much.

Slowly, Danny started to drop to
his knees.

There was a goddamn dent in the
back door of the van. That
’
s
how hard I had been slamming him into it.

I gave him one more good smack to the
head and Danny toppled to his side.

I looked back and asked,
“
Is that enough?
”

“
Aye,
”
Bryant said.
“
Tough, are you?
”

I walked to my shirt and leather
cut. I grabbed them and put them back on. My face throbbed and bled but I wasn
’
t going to wipe it away.
Wearing blood was a badge of pride in front of the Irish mobsters. They both
looked at me, nodding.

“
Power
has changed,
”
Trev
said.

“
The
MC is different now,
”
Jasper said.

“
Aye,
”
Garvan said.
“
But a change in power
doesn
’
t take away
what
’
s been done.
”

“
Meaning?
”
I asked.
“
What else do you need done
here?
”