An Outlaw Monster (Back Down Devil MC #10)(16)

Kye bent down and looked at Harlee. “It was fun hanging out. See you on the other side of hell.”

I squeezed the beer bottles tight. Man, I wanted to rock one of them off the bridge of Kye’s nose and watch him writhe in pain. But the truth was that he and Xaiver - and the rest of the goddamn MC - were all right. If I hadn’t gotten to the game when I did, Harlee would have served that glass of whiskey to Duke and he’d be dead right now.

The door shut behind me and I looked at Harlee. I tossed the two beers to the bed. I heard a noise behind me and turned, ripping open the door.

The two prospects were still standing there. They were young, in black t-shirts with their all black leather cuts on. They had earrings, tattoos, and tried so hard to look cool and fit the f*ck in. They had no idea the decision they had made.

“Get out of here,” I said.

“We were told to stay,” one said.

I gritted my teeth. “Did you just talk back to me?”

“We’re doing what we were told,” the other said.

I nodded. “Doing what you’re told.” I grabbed my gun and put three rounds across the hall into a wall. Inches from the prospects. “Want to talk back again?”

One of them grabbed their left ear and bent over, yelling. I wasn’t sure if I tagged him or it was just the thundering sound.

“Do I have to say it again?” I asked.

The two prospects hurried away.

I slammed the door and put my gun on the dresser.

“Are you always like that?” Harlee asked.

“Like what?”

“Abrasive.”

“They call me the monster for a reason, darling,” I said. I pointed to the gun. “Now… I don’t plan on using that… but I would like to.”

I walked around the bed and right to Harlee. I towered over her. She looked up at me and I fought to not be captivated by her eyes and natural beauty. The worst part of it was that she wasn’t trying to use her looks or body to get out of this. That made it even more tempting.

“The President and VP want you dead,” I said. “I should have killed you. I was supposed to do it. But then shit got crazy. Now you’re here. I need to know everything, darling.”

“Fine,” she said. “Whatever you want.”

“That easy?” I asked.

“I’m the one tied up.”

“Yes you are.”

I reached forward and touched her chin. I tilted her head back all the way. I felt her exhale a shaky breath through her nose, the air hitting my hand. I started to draw a line along her jawbone, my mind wanting to know what the f*ck I was thinking, and she winced and pulled away.

“Sorry,” she whispered. She swallowed hard. “That hurts.”

I put my finger back to the same spot and felt a little lump. “Turn your head.”

She did and I noticed a small bruise.

When our eyes met again, I curled my lip. “Who?”

“Daxton,” she said.

“Jesus Christ,” I said. “You’re Daxton’s old lady?”

“No,” she said. Her hands jumped, pulling at the rope. “No. I’m not anyone’s old lady. No. I hate Daxton. He was… it was a mistake.”

“He hurt you. What did he do and why?”

Fuck, Trent, what does this have to do with Night Soul trying to kill Duke?

“It’s Daxton,” she said. “I’m sure you’ve met him.”

“I asked you a question.”

“He grabbed my face, okay? I had bags packed to get out of the clubhouse. I wanted out of it all. I never meant to get as close as I did. I had helped them out with some stuff.”

“Killing people?”

“I’ve never killed anyone, Trent. I swear on my life.”

The way she said my name and the way she begged made my dick throb. I felt myself thickening, pressing against my jeans. Yet I still stood there, even though it was becoming obvious that my other monster wanted its own attention.

“If you tried to leave how did you end up at that gambling thing?”

“Rocco and Gunner made me,” I said. “Gunner pulled me into the room. Their main room I guess. They have everyone on the wall.”

“What do you mean?”

“All your pictures.”

“So that’s how you knew me,” I said. “When I grabbed you, you didn’t go all that crazy. You looked at me like you had seen me before.”

Harlee nodded. “They had the pictures in order of everyone.”

Her bottom lip started to quiver. She blinked fast like she was about to start crying. I couldn’t give in and give a damn though. If she needed to cry, then cry. If she needed to piss herself, then she could piss herself.

“So they told you to poison Duke,” I said. “They gave you the poison. Said to pour it into his drink.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Then what?”

“Then go back to them. I don’t know from there…” She turned her head. “I never wanted this. I’m not a killer. I don’t want to get hurt.”

“Look at me, darling,” I said.

Harlee did and I saw how glossy her eyes were. “I don’t want to die, Trent.”