RUTHLESS HOLD (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novel) (12 page)

He was happy he at least had his
knife on him
…
he had a way to silence these guys.

*

The second they pulled off the
road, the front door to a small beat up house exploded open. Two men came out
with guns in hands. Trev turned his ride, killed the engine, and jumped off. He
saw Blaine reaching for his gun, rage in his eyes.

Goddammit
…
you have a family!

Trev grabbed Blaine and tore him to
the ground just as the first bullets sailed by them.

Trev took out his gun and stood
there, staring at the two men.
“
You
fucking kidding me?
”

“
That
was a warning, bitch,
”
one
said.

“
Bitch?
You really want this?
”

“
You
’
re going down,
”
the other said.
“
Let me make a fucking phone
call.
”

The guy reached for his cell.

Trev pulled the trigger and shot
the phone right out of the guy
’
s
hand.

“
Motherfucker!
”
he yelled and stepped forward.

Trev pulled the trigger and blasted
the guy in the knee.

He looked down at Blaine and nodded.
“
Get the other one.
”

Blaine crawled to the back of the
motorcycle.

The guy Trev shot was on the ground
screaming. The other guy still holding his gun.

“
I
’
ll fucking do it to you too,
”
Trev said.
“
Look at me, asshole. Put the
fucking gun down.
”

“
Fuck
you,
”
the guy said.

“
Ahhh!
”
Blaine yelled as he jumped to
his feet.

“
Blaine!
”
Trev bellowed.

Blaine charged at the guy like he
was ready to die. The guy turned and there was a split second of time before
Blaine was going to eat a bullet for dinner and have dessert with the reaper.
He lunged off his feet and slammed into the guy, taking him down to the ground.
The gun went off but nobody was hit.

Trev jumped forward and ran to the
guy he shot. He pointed his gun.
“
Don
’
t move or I
’
ll end you.
”

The guy showed his hands and
nodded.

Blaine wrestled on the ground with
the other guy. They threw punches and then Blaine went in with his mouth. He
bit the guy
’
s fucking ear
and jerked his head like a dog gnawing on rawhide. The guy screamed and lost
his control. Blaine ended up on top of him, socking him in the jaw, calming him
down.

“
Okay,
”
Trev said.
“
Everyone take a breath now. You
”
- he pointed to the guy he shot
-
“
get back here with your
friend.
”

The guy kicked back.

Trev tucked his gun away and
crouched down.
“
Word on the
street is that you two motherfuckers are ratting out the MC.
”

“
Fuck
you,
”
the guy Blaine bit
said.
“
You assholes took
our shit out of town.
”

“
That
’
s what we do,
”
Blaine said. He stood tall.
“
You don
’
t fuck around in this town. Not with that shit.
”

“
It
’
s how we make a living,
”
the guy said.

“
What
about you?
”
Trev asked the
other guy.

“
I
got nothing,
”
the guy said.
“
Look, I
’
m showing you my hands, man.
Okay?
”

“
I
’
m not,
”
the first guy said.
“
I
ain
’
t no bitch.
”

Trev reached for the guy
’
s leg and pulled. The guy kicked
and Blaine wound up and kicked the guy in the face, sending him back.

Trev dug in the guy
’
s pocket and found two bullet
casings.
“
So it was true.
Working the PD? You think that
’
ll
get you something?
”

“
Get
the fuck out of here,
”
the guy
said, covering his bloody nose.

“
I
can
’
t do that,
”
Trev said.
“
I
’
m
here to silence you.
”
He
reached for his knife.

“
What
are you doing?
”
the second
guy asked.

“
I
’
m going to cut out your friend
’
s tongue,
”
Trev said.
“
That
’
s a warning. And then you, motherfucker,
you
’
re going to eat it. So
that way if you think about talking, you can just think about friend
’
s tongue slithering around your
stomach and then your asshole.
”

The guy turned and threw up.

Blaine started to laugh.
“
Oh, fuck, Trev. Look at this.
”

The first guy shook his head.
“
No, man, no. Come on now. It
’
s survival.
”

Trev inched forward and grabbed the
guy by the throat.
“
You
’
re right, it
’
s survival
…
and I
’
m the fucking fittest.
”

*

Trev wiped his hands as he sat on
his motorcycle. He looked at the guy he shot, his face in shock from having his
friend
’
s tongue in his
hand.

“
I
expect that to be gone,
”
Trev said.
“
I
’
ll come back and check in an
hour.
”

The guy let out a dry heave sound.

“
Hey,
”
Blaine called out.
“
Lather it up with some BBQ and
toss it on the grill.
”

Blaine laughed as the guy kept dry
heaving.

They left the scene and as they
rode the open road, Trev felt a little regret surge through his body. Shit, if
Griffin was alive and knew what Trev had just done to his daughter, he
’
d chop Trev
’
s dick off and shove it up his
ass. And that was no exaggeration.

Eden was a part of Griffin. And she
was beautiful. Maybe it was more than just touching her. Maybe it wasn
’
t.

This was the exact reason Trev
always kept outlaw. Settling in with the MC was making his heart start to
settle even.

Back at the clubhouse, Trev,
Blaine, Gaige, and Miller sat outside, drinking beer and whiskey, wafting in
the smell of burgers as prospects cooked up some food for everyone. The whole
Sunday family bullshit thing was finally over. The day was almost over, too. It
was one Trev could wash away with booze and face tomorrow fresh.

“
You
made him eat the tongue?
”
Gaige asked.

“
I
don
’
t know if he fucking
did it,
”
Trev said.
“
He was scared, man. Nobody will
be talking from that neighborhood.
”

“
Good
work,
”
Miller said.
“
That fucking prick, Ethan
…”

“
We
’
ll get him,
”
Blaine said.
“
He and I go back. He wants my
ass, Miller. That
’
s what it
is.
”

“
He
can try,
”
Miller said.
“
Let him try to tangle up with
some other gangs and street scum. Let one of his men get popped and then see
how fast he comes for help.
”

“
At
least it
’
s done,
”
Trev said.
“
Can we focus on the other
situation here?
”

Nobody spoke.

“
We
have nothing new,
”
Gaige
said.
“
You think
The
Lost Men
would have hit up that tattoo shop?
”

“
I
don
’
t know,
”
Trev said.
“
That
’
s a stretch. Ride all that way
…”

“
To
get her,
”
Miller said.

“
Who
told them to get her?
”
Trev
asked.
“
That
’
s the question.
”

“
You
think Ripper found out?
”
Blaine asked.

“
It
’
s just weird,
”
Gaige said.
“
The letter was sent right around
the time Griffin is killed.
”

“
Maybe
he had it written already,
”
Miller said.
“
Maybe Jenn
had it. Maybe he told her to send it if he ever got killed.
”

“
Jesus,
”
Blaine said.

“
So,
what?
”
Trev asked.
“
Griffin had an eye on his
daughter the entire time? Then he gets killed and has this letter sent to get
Eden here?
”

“
Maybe,
”
Miller said.
“
It was her choice to wait as
long as she did.
”

“
Better
off,
”
Blaine said.
“
It was rough last year at this
time.
”

“
Amen
to that,
”
Gaige said.

“
I
don
’
t know what to make of
anything,
”
Miller said.
“
This is dangerous. We move slow
and easy. If this implodes with Ripper, we
’
ll
be dealing with President meetings, votes for patching over other charters,
playing into Ripper
’
s
fucked up head.
”

“
Any
chance he
’
s running outlaw?
”
Trev asked.

“
As
a President?
”
Blaine asked.

“
Why
not? Playing both sides of it all? We
’
ve
all heard stories about him, right? He does what he wants, when he wants. Shit,
he could be
…”
Trev shook
his head.
“
Whatever. I can
’
t live in speculation.
”

The prospects came over with a
plate of burgers.

“
You
boys hungry?
”
Blaine asked
the prospects.

“
Yes,
”
one of the said.

“
If
I spit on this, will you still eat it?
”
Blaine asked.

“
Uh
…”

“
How
about if I wipe my ass with it?
”
Trev asked.

One of the prospects smirked.

Trev stood up.

“
Ah,
shit,
”
Miller said.

Trev faced the prospect.
“
Something funny, asshole?
”

“
No,
sir,
”
the prospect said.

“
What
do you think this is? Fucking playtime?
”

“
No
…”

Trev grabbed a burger and slammed
it into the prospect
’
s
face, driving him back. He swung his foot and tripped the prospect, sending him
to the ground. Trev stood over the guy, watching his face as he ripped the
burger meat off him.

“
No,
”
Trev said.
“
Eat the fucking burger. Then I
’
ll give you something to wash it
down with.
”

Trev grabbed his jeans.

“
Fuck,
he
’
s fired up,
”
Gaige said.

“
Anyone
else have something to offer?
”
Miller asked the other prospects.

“
No,
sir,
”
one of the prospects
said.
“
Can we get you
anything else?
”

Trev stood with his hand at his
zipper. Goddammit, if he had to piss, he would have done it. Instead, he turned
and walked back to the table and sat down.

He made himself a burger and
gobbled it down in three bites.

“
You
gonna be okay, brother?
”
Blaine asked.

“
Fuck
off,
”
Trev said.
“
This is why I always kept
outlaw. This shit right here.
”

Miller leaned forward, showing his
teeth.
“
Nobody
’
s forcing you to keep that cut
on, brother. Say the word and I
’
ll
fucking personally cut those patches off.
”