RUTHLESS HOLD (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novel) (5 page)

“
She
keeps saying Griffin is her father and he
’
s
going to protect her.
”

*

Trev tucked his gun away and walked
across the lot. Sure as shit, there was a woman wielding a gun at the two
prospects at the front gate to the compound. Sticking his fingers into his
mouth, Trev let out a loud whistle, gaining attention to himself. When he did,
one of the prospects tried to make a move and the woman moved quicker. She
pulled the trigger and Trev flinched for a second.

When he saw the fear spread across
the woman
’
s face he knew he
was going to do just fine with her. She was scared and nothing else.

The bullet hadn
’
t smashed through the skull of
the prospect but rather his right boot. He was jumping up and down calling the
woman a bitch.

Trev got close enough and pointed
to the gate.
“
How about we
move this party inside here? Not draw attention to the police?
”

“
Fuck
this bitch,
”
the other
prospect said.

Trev swung his hand and cracked the
prospect in the mouth.
“
I
gave you a fucking order, prospect. Bring her ass inside here and then take
your fucking friend inside the clubhouse to get patched up.
”
Trev looked at the woman.
“
You never shot a gun before, have
you?
”

She raised the gun and pointed at
Trev.
“
Want to find out?
”

Trev grinned.
“
Ah, sweetheart, I have two guns
on me and I could have you dead in a second. For all you know, you
’
re on surveillance and there are
snipers on the roof ready to take you out.
”

She looked around, getting more
nervous.

Trev noticed a mark on the right
side of her face. He took out a smoke and lit it up. He exhaled and pointed to
her face.
“
What happened to
you?
”

“
Where
’
s my father?
”

Trev saw the prospects walk away.
He then reached for his gun and showed it to the woman. She stepped back and
put her back to the gate.

“
Please
don
’
t hurt me.
”

“
I
’
m not,
”
Trev said. He took out the clip.
“
I
’
m
just hanging out. I
’
d love
to talk to you. Hard to concentrate and help you when a gun is being pointed at
me. I don
’
t respond to
that.
”

“
Then
get me someone who will,
”
she said.

Trev gritted his teeth, knowing
what he had to do.

He tossed the clip toward the
woman, knowing she
’
d watch
it. Trev quickly slipped around and behind the woman, putting an arm around her
throat. His smoke hung from his lips, still burning. With his other hand he
slid it down her arm and grabbed for her weapon. She quickly let it go and with
one hand, Trev let her clip fall to the ground and then dropped the gun. He
then grabbed the smoke from his mouth and dropped that to the ground, stepping
on it.

“
There,
”
he said.
“
Now we
’
re even, sweetheart.
”

“
You
said you had multiple guns.
”

“
Exactly.
We
’
re fucking even. I
’
m in control at all times.
Nobody comes into my lot in my club and fucking pulls a gun on my prospects.
”

“
Are
you
…
Miller?
”

Trev felt his heart jump.
“
How do you know Miller?
”

“
I
don
’
t. I know he
’
s the President of this charter.
Please don
’
t hurt me. Okay?
”

“
Sweetheart,
I live by a few rules as an outlaw and I can promise you that physically
hurting a woman without us being naked first ain
’
t
on that list. But we
’
re
going to take a walk together. We
’
re
going to go to my motorcycle and introduce ourselves and move forward.
”

“
Are
there really snipers?
”

“
Sweetheart,
you try anything stupid and a sniper will be the last of your worries.
”

“
I
’
m not talking until I see my
father,
”
she said.
“
Where is he?
”

“
You
’
re dead serious that Griffin is
your father?
”

“
Yes.
”

“
Why
haven
’
t we seen you before?
”

The woman hesitated.

Trev thought about tightening his
hold on her, but he did live by his own rules not to harm a woman. For some
reason, this woman socked him in the gut. She was naturally beautiful, dark
hair and eyes, curves in all the right spots, a great set of tits pushing
against her shirt. Hell, the front of her shirt even pulled up just enough to
show a sliver of bare skin and it was driving Trev mad.

He guided the woman to his
motorcycle like he said he would. He then spun her around and lifted her by her
curvy hips and sat her on the ride.

“
Now,
look at me,
”
Trev said.
“
I
’
m
you
’
re saving fucking
grace. There
’
s a gang of
bikers in there with their families all trying to enjoy a Sunday brunch. Anyone
who poses even the slightest danger will end up in the garage.
”

“
The
garage?
”

“
That
’
s where bad things happen. You
don
’
t want to go there.
”

“
Then
don
’
t take me there.
”

“
Then
fucking cooperate.
”

“
I
am,
”
she said.

“
Let
’
s start small. I
’
m Trev.
”

“
Eden.
”

“
Eden,
”
Trev whispered.

I
’
d love to get l
o
st in her
garden
…

Trev shook his head.

“
And
you
’
re here to see your
father? Griffin?
”

“
Yes,
”
she said.
“
He
’
s
my father. I need his help.
”

“
From
what?
”

“
I
’
m not talking to you.
”

“
You
’
re not talking to me? What do
you think is going to happen?
”

“
My
father is going to come out of that door and save me,
”
she said.

Trev felt his heart twist. He
actually felt a little bad for her. She was dead serious that Griffin was her
father. Worse yet, Griffin was fucking dead.

“
This
isn
’
t a negotiation, Eden,
”
Trev said.
“
This is my actually being nice.
Damn me for that. So I
’
ll
give you a choice. I can show you the gate, the garage, or you can give me
something to work with here. Because inside that clubhouse there are some
pissed off guys. Nobody fucks with this club and nobody fucks with us on a Sunday
when we
’
re having
breakfast.
”

“
Bikers
having breakfast?
”
she
asked.
“
That doesn
’
t sound exactly tough.
”

Trev laughed.
“
I agree, sweetheart.
”
He put a hand to his motorcycle
and leaned in on Eden.
“
I
fucking hate it. I don
’
t do
family shit. I got patched with this charter about a year ago. Took over an
empty seat at the table. Before that, I ran complete outlaw. You know what that
means?
”

“
What?
”

“
That
means I ran with a leather cut but not patches. No loyalty to anything but the
steel between my legs
…
my
motorcycle
…”
Trev winked.
“…
and open road. So whatever
rules they follow inside, I
’
m
still getting used to. So right now I
’
m
saving your ass but I
’
m
really thinking about tearing your ass apart.
”

Eden swallowed hard. She put a
finger to Trev
’
s chest and
pushed.
“
You don
’
t scare me.
”

“
Sure
I do. You
’
re terrified to
be here. Something happened and you don
’
t
want to talk about it.
”

“
I
want to tell my father. My mother too. She
’
s
here.
”

“
Your
mother is part of Back Down Devil?
”

“
Yeah.
”

“
You
’
re wrong, sweetheart.
”

“
Maybe
I have proof. Maybe I have a picture.
”

Trev took a breath and stood tall.
He towered over the beautiful woman. Her eyes were dark and wild. For a second
he thought about kissing her, just to see her reaction. Pinning her down on his
ride and giving her a real ride

“
How
’
d you get here, sweetheart?
”

“
I
drove myself.
”

“
From
where?
”

“
South,
”
she said.

“
You
’
re not going to give me shit,
are you?
”

“
I
’
m here to talk to my fucking
father,
”
she said.

Trev saw her left leg twitch. She
tried to kick him in the balls and Trev bent a little and grabbed just below
her knee. His massive paw of hand easily stopped her and could almost fit
around her leg.

He was eye level with her and she
jumped and let out a whimper.

“
Am
I hurting you?
”
he asked.

“
No.
You
’
re tickling me.
”

Trev squeezed her leg and she
jumped. A smile broke across her face. Her hands gripped the motorcycle and she
thrust, trying to wrestle herself away.

Trev felt his dick fill up,
throbbing with a halfie. He licked his lips and gritted his teeth.

“
You
really picked the wrong day and person to fuck with, sweetheart.
”
He let her leg go. He had no
choice. If he got any harder, he would have to fuck her. Trev stood tall again.
“
I
’
m giving you one last chance. Give me the fucking
picture. Tell me what happened to your face. Tell me who said Griffin was your
father.
”

Trev saw the look in her eyes. She
was going to keep battling  him. He slid a hand around her back and pulled her
body close to his, knowing damn well she
’
d
feel the bulge of his cock. When she did, she let out a whimper. She leaned
back on the motorcycle and her jaw dropped.

“
You
already made your decision, sweetheart. And now you
’
ve got me fucking hard. And pissed off. Hopefully
you believe in something upstairs, because today is going to be anything but
holy for yourself. You did this, not me, sweetheart.
”

Trev grabbed the back of Eden
’
s pants and lifted her up. He
put her on her feet and walked her forward.

She let out a scream and asked,
“
Where are we going?
”

“
To
the garage,
”
Trev said.
“
So you
can
see where people who fuck with us end up
…
hope you have a strong stomach.
”

__

 five.

Eden realized she had screwed
herself bad. Showing up and pulling a gun was supposed to get the attention of
her father, not from Trev. This big, thick, rough looking biker guy. A guy with
a face that was too chiseled, scruffy, and eyes that were evil yet had some
hidden secrets within them. That was one thing Eden knew she was good at. She
could read people without really trying. That came from hours of time spent
with different people, hearing different stories, trying to bring those stories
to life in the form of ink.

As Trev led the way across the lot,
Eden looked around, really trying to figure out where she was and why. Sure,
this had been a big mistake to do it like she did. The MC was tough and
protected themselves. It would have been better to show up with a little
kindness.