An Outlaw Monster (Back Down Devil MC #10)(10)

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 f*ck.

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 f*ck with us.

I stood up and started to cross the road.

I had to kill the beautiful woman.





six.



(harlee)



There was a nice L shaped bar, two bartenders behind it. They were tall, beautiful women, wearing basically bra and panties. Their boobs were twice the size of mine and I had no idea how they worked with those things on their chest.

It was me and three other women. There were twelve tables set up. Tensions were already high. That was just the way it went in the beginning. From businessmen in fancy suits to some tough biker guys, they all sat there and felt each other out. Who would bet high? Who would always fold? Who would get too drunk and start tossing money around like it was nothing?

I scanned the room and saw the Back Down Devil MC logo on a guy’s back that looked eight miles wide. That was the guy. His name was Duke. I had to spill the poison into his drink. I had no idea what the hell the stuff was that Gunner gave me, but it was supposed to make him choke up, grab his chest, and then he’d die a minute later.

I was going to kill someone…

It was all I could think about.

I stepped forward and started to walk toward the table. I kept my eyes forward, staring at the skull on the leather cut. The logo was bigger and scarier than anything Night Soul could come up with. And if Night Soul was bad… what did that make Back Down Devil MC?

I was five feet away from Duke when someone grabbed my wrist.

“Look at this ass over here,” a voice said.

I looked down and a man in a suit stared up at me, smiling. He had a perfect white smile. His face had just the right amount of scruff on it. His eyes were beautifully blue. Shit, that was the kind of guy I should have ended up with for the night.

“Hey there,” I said.

I had to stick this out. I had to play the game. Because when Duke was dead, there would be an investigation into what happened. I couldn’t go to jail.

“Where’s my drink?”

“You haven’t told me what you want,” I said.

“A man like you… mmm… I bet you like to switch things up. You don’t stick around for the same old thing over and over. You like something new. You like an adventure.”

The guy laughed and touched my hip. His fingers purposely snuck under my shirt. “That’s right, beautiful. You have me pegged already. So let’s make this an adventure all night. Go and surprise me.”

“You sure about that?”

“Try me,” he said.

Next thing I knew, I was taking drink orders for the entire table. From the corners of my eyes I saw the other girls working through the room. If one of them got to Duke first, I was screwed. Generally you’d want to keep serving the same guys drinks all night. That made you more money. And if you messed with anyone’s money, it wouldn’t end well. Yeah, the women would fight. I’d seen them fight over tips and men before.

I went to the bar and placed the order.

Behind me, one of the girls came up to me.

“Busy,” I said.

“It’s nice.”

“I’ve got the two middle tables. Just so you know.”

“Okay,” she said. “I’m taking the left side. Guess we’ll keep it simple.”

“That’s my plan. I already have ten guys grabbing at my ass.”

“Good for you,” she said. “Find out who has the biggest wallet and dick.”

I laughed. “Easy strategy, huh?”