An Outlaw Monster (Back Down Devil MC #10)(12)

“Do what?”

“Darling, if you want to play a guessing game, you can guess how I’m going to have no choice but to kill you. Or you can play my game and walk out of here alive.”

“What’s your game?” she asked.

Her entire body was trembling. The vibrations were driving me damn mad.

“My game is called tell Trent the truth,” I said. “What’s your name, darling?”

“Harlee.”

“Like the ride?”

“Like me,” she said. “That’s my name.”

The name fit her for some reason.

My hand pulled at her stomach tighter. “Now, I don’t want to hurt you. I’m here to kill you, darling.”

Her body started to go limp. Her hand opened and the glass hit the table and spilled. I pulled at her and turned, getting us out of the way of the mess. She was woozy and her knees gave way as I lifted her up to carry her. I put her on another table and she was then eye to eye with me.

“Don’t kill me,” she said. “I was told…”

“Don’t go ratting too fast,” I said. “I’ll ask the questions and you give me the answers. Got it?”

She nodded.

“Now, Harlee,” I said, just wanting to say her name, “Tell me who you’re here to kill.”

“I don’t do this for a living. Okay? I’m not a killer person…”

“A killer person,” I said.

I felt myself wanting to smile.

Goddammit, Trent, pull it together.

“Tell me his name.”

“Duke,” she said.

I nodded. “Do you like baseball?”

“Not really.”

“Good,” I said. I slipped a hand to her back again and pulled her close to me. She hesitated, and rightfully so. This chick was about to meet the monster. I just hadn’t decided which one. The monster inside me or the monster in my pants. “I f*cking hate baseball. And I don’t do strikes or outs. I do life and death. So I’ll ask just once - do you want to leave here alive?”

“Yes,” she said. “Please, yes. I’ll do anything.”

I grinned. “Careful with that, darling. Don’t sell yourself too much. I’ll take what I want anyway. So here’s what we do now. You’re going-”

I was cut off by the sound of a gunshot.

All I could think about was one thing - Duke.

**

I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her toward the door. I opened it and looked out to the floor to see what was actually going on. Sure enough, there was Duke, standing up, looking ready to kill someone. I couldn’t figure out what the gunshot noise was though.

“You f*cking took them!” Duke bellowed.

“Whoa, whoa,” someone said. “Let’s all take a breath. Get the outlaw some new chips…”

“Shit,” I whispered. I looked back at Harlee. “This is going to get bad.”

Before Harlee could speak, Duke turned and threw a left punch. He hit the guy so hard, the guy went up into the air and crashed to the floor, already out cold. He then flipped the entire poker table and that started nothing short of a damn riot.

I had to go get Duke out of there before he blacked out and did something bad.

“Darling, you better stay put here,” I said. “I know who you are and if you run, I will find you and trust me, you’ll regret it. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Harlee said. I started to move and she tugged at my leather cut. “I swear, I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I came back here… I was…”

“You poured the poison into the drink,” I said. “You were going to kill my brother. You’re going to pay for that.”

Maybe I shouldn’t have been threatening Harlee if I expected her to hang around. That was a risk I took though. Whatever.

I then went into monster mode.

I ran out onto the floor and jumped at two big dudes in suits, shoulder tackling them to the ground.

I loved a good fight as much as I loved a good f*ck.





eight.



(harlee)



I couldn’t believe my eyes. First off, he was really real. It was him. It was Trent. The guy from the picture. The one that stuck in my mind because of how gorgeous he looked. And yeah, he was even hotter in person. But I was witnessing the dark side of him.

I’d never seen a man so rough, sexy, and so wildly bold. He jumped off his feet and shoulder tackled two men to the ground. Tables started to flip over and punches were being thrown. Trent had control of the two guys he took down. The guy who had been flirting with me ran over and started to stomp on Trent’s neck. From the corner of my eye I saw Duke holding someone against the wall by the throat. Someone ran up to Duke and slammed a glass off the back of his head, shattering it.

I covered my mouth, no idea what I was supposed to do next.

Trent grabbed the ankle of the guy who had been flirting with me and twisted. The guy screamed and fell back against a table. Trent climbed to his feet and grabbed the guy by the tie. One punch sent the guy to the ground, out cold.

“Holy crap,” I whispered.

I could have slipped away and maybe I should have. Just bounce the hell out of there and run. Keep gassing up my tank and driving east until I found a place to live or someone catches up to me and kills me.