An Outlaw Monster (Back Down Devil MC #10)(13)

But I couldn’t move. I was frozen in place, trying to assess what was happening in front of me and knowing what would happen if I did actually run. Night Soul would come after me, but I was more afraid of Trent. That fear could be a good thing though. If I went with Trent and somehow had protection within his MC, they were stronger than Night Soul. Trent could…

Trent threw an elbow and hit someone. He spun and grabbed two people and slammed their faces together.

Trent and Duke were cleaning out the entire room. And I still had no idea why the hell this was happening. Then again, it was two bikers causing all the trouble. One thing I learned was that they didn’t need a reason to want to fight. Whether they won or lost the fight, it was just about actually fighting.

I started to slink back, considering bolting.

Trent then took out his gun and pointed it at whoever he wanted. That finally calmed the scene down. Duke got in one last punch and took one more guy down. He then took his gun out.

“What the f*ck is happening?” Trent yelled.

“Prick was ripping me off,” Duke said. “And someone…”

“Get the f*ck out of here!” someone bellowed.

Now there were more men in the room. Two guys with what looked like machine guns, running right at Trent and Duke. Before anyone could speak again, they pulled the triggers.

Bullets were flying right at Trent.

**

I opened the door and Trent looked right at me. He grabbed Duke and they made a line right at me. They barreled through the door and I hurried to shut it. I grabbed a table and slid it to block the door. Yeah, it would give us all of two extra seconds, but it was something.

“Come on, darling,” Trent said. “We have to run.”

“What the f*ck is this?” Duke growled.

“This is insurance,” Trent said and grabbed my arm.

Next thing I knew I was running with the two outlaws toward the backdoor of the building. As soon as we broke into daylight, Duke picked up his speed, running to the right. Trent took me to the left.

“You have anything to change into?” he asked me.

“A bag in my car. I always keep one.”

“We’re going there and then bolting across the road to my ride. Got it?”

I nodded.

I was officially on the run with a biker. A biker that was an enemy to the bikers who had taken me in. I was a traitor. I was going to be tossed around like a pawn in a deadly game.

Yet the entire time I thought about it, I didn’t try to escape from Trent’s hold.

We ran to my car and I realized I didn’t have my keys.

Trent swung me out of the way. He hit his elbow to the driver’s window and smashed it with ease. I reached into the car and popped the trunk. He grabbed the bag, grabbed my hand, and we were on the run again.

When we got to the road I heard voices yelling behind us. I made the mistake of looking back and saw the two men coming after us. Machine guns in their hands, trying to shoot at us. I tripped over my own two feet, looking like the foolish woman in a horror movie who trips at the wrong time. My knee smashed the ground and pain shot up my leg. Trent kept going, dragging me, ordering me to my feet.

I hurried to kick up and felt a sharp pain in my knee. There was the rumble of a motorcycle and a second later, Duke came from around the building, putting himself as a shield for me and Trent.

The guy I was supposed to kill is using himself to save me…

“Move, darling!” Trent growled.

I fought through the pain and we crossed the road. Right up over what looked something like a sand dune there was another motorcycle. It was black, sleek, and matched Trent. It looked fast and sexy.

He grabbed a helmet and tossed it to me.

He started the motorcycle.

I took my bag from him and tossed it over my back and then climbed onto the ride. My hands clutched at his leather and we bolted to the road and took off, Duke at our side. I tried my best not to look forward because of how fast we were going. If Trent dropped the motorcycle I would easily lose a leg and an arm. I caught myself sliding my hands more and more around his body. There wasn’t a piece of extra skin to hold onto. Everything I touched on Trent was muscle.

My cheek touched the stitching on the back of his leather cut. It was like the reaper skull that grazed his strong back was giving me a kiss on the cheek. As though it were welcoming me into a new kind of hell.

Where the bikers were bigger, stronger, meaner… and sexier.

**

As soon as Trent turned into the lot, there were a handful of bikers standing around. Two guys quickly ran forward, both of them focusing on Duke. They were obviously surprised Duke was back in one piece and alive. That made me grab onto Trent’s leather cut tighter. It was mostly dark out by then, the only light coming from a few floodlights attached to the buildings in the lot. This was the time when these guys all seemed to really come to life and want to cause trouble.

What was going to happen now?

Trent parked his motorcycle and shut it off. He turned his head and said, “Don’t f*cking move until I tell you to.”

He climbed off the motorcycle and walked toward Duke. To my surprise he grabbed Duke and then grabbed Duke’s shirt. He walked Duke back a few steps before someone grabbed Trent.

“Easy, brother. At least he’s alive.”

“You don’t know what the f*ck he did,” Trent said. “Let me go, Jasper. Right now.”