An Outlaw Monster (Back Down Devil MC #10)(11)

“Sometimes. Sometimes you have to decide on business or pleasure.” She winked and walked away.

My drink tray was filled up and I carried it to the table. I served the drinks, had Clean-Cut-Blue-Eyes touch my lower back, going toward my ass, but I managed to wiggle away before anything else could happen.

That’s when I approached the next table.

Duke’s table.

I stood next to him as they played a hand of cards. I kept silent and let the game continue. Duke got everyone to fold and then nodded, not bothering to show his cards or say a thing. He was a stone faced guy and even when I asked what he wanted, he simply said a big glass of whiskey. He didn’t even bother to look at me. That sort of made things a little easier; I didn’t have to look into the eyes of the man I was going to poison.

Maybe the night wasn’t a complete mess after all…

**

I checked my surroundings and made my move. I was the only one standing at the bar. The glass of whisky was right in front of me. I couldn’t just pour poison into a glass right in front of everyone. So I waited for the bartenders to turn around. Grabbing the glass of whiskey I turned and slipped into the back of the room. There was a hallway where there were bathrooms and a large storage room.

That’s where I went.

In the room, I put the whiskey on a table and stared at it for a few seconds.

Do it. Quick. Pour it and don’t think about it.

I didn’t need to look guilty in anyway at all in this thing.

I reached into my top and grabbed the small vial. I twisted the cap off and my hand started to shake. I wondered what would happen if some of that stuff got on my skin. Would it burn my skin? Would it eat down to the bone and then some?

Slowly, I turned the vial upside-down, right over the glass.

It mixed with the whiskey and then I stood with the empty vial. I put the cap back on and looked around for my next move.

I had to ditch the evidence.

I spotted a drain with a checkered pattern opening. The gaps were just enough for the vial to go down. It was like I was meant to be a murderer. The vial fell and hit with a glass ping sound.

When I stood up, there was a small sense of relief that went through me.

All I needed to do now was take the drink to Duke and walk away. Then fate would take care of the rest.

I walked back to the whiskey and upon looking into the glass I couldn’t even tell there was anything in it. Hell, maybe Rocco and Gunner were just messing with me. Maybe there was no poison at all. They just wanted to see what I would do. Maybe Duke was somehow tied to Night Soul and all of this would become some kind of crazy joke on me.

I grabbed the glass, desperate to feel safe. To feel protected. To just feel okay.

I barely started to turn when a hand clamped down on my wrist, almost spilling the whiskey.

I let out a gasp.

Then I heard a voice.

“What are you drinking, darling?”





seven.



(trent)



I was good at what I had to do in life to survive. From the second my old man knocked me out the first time and I woke up in a pool of blood, I knew I had to find a way to survive on my own. I learned how to hide, how to fight, how to make a living no matter what. Anything that got in my way was eliminated. Shit, being with the MC was more or less me settling down because I knew there were two choices: prison or death.

I hung in the back room of the place, debating my next move. That was unlike me. I always took charge - swing first, ask later. But not with this woman. Christ, if Duke ended up dying because of my indecision, using my cock to think, I’d never hear the end of it. That was the kind of stuff Cash did, not me.

That’s why I was on the frontline of this.

Then she came into the room and poured the poison into Duke’s drink. I thought maybe she’d have a change of heart and do the right thing. When she finished pouring the poison, she walked to a drain and bent over, tossing the vial.

Again… who the f*ck was this woman?

My hand went to my gun and my eyes went to her ass. So nice and round, no pockets on the back of the black pants so it was all ass pointing at me. I started to take the gun out of the holster when another idea came to me.

Shit, Trev was going to freak the f*ck out.

I was going to freak the f*ck out.

This woman - this goddamn stranger - was going to end up getting me killed.

**

“What are you drinking, darling?”

My hand was on her wrist and she turned her head to look at me. I felt her wrist shaking and I hoped she wasn’t crazy enough to try and throw the drink at me. Depending on the poison it could blind me or kill me.

Her eyes went wide, that brown and amber color still showing.

I growled and squeezed her wrist tighter.

“You,” she whispered as though she knew who I was.

“Better put that down,” I said.

“I can’t,” she whispered.

“Why?”

“I have to give it to someone.”

I made a move and slipped behind her, pinning her against the table. My cock was pressed against her back. My other hand slid around her body and touched her soft belly. My fingertips were begging for me to climb up her shirt and play with those tits of hers.

I put my mouth near her ear. “I know what you’re going to do. You don’t want to do that.”