An Outlaw Monster (Back Down Devil MC #10)(17)

I wasn’t going to tell her she wasn’t going to die because that was a lie. I had to keep the fear and get everything out of her. Because if I didn’t, the other guys would. They’d do it by any means necessary with death as a bonus at the end of it all.

A tear fell from Harlee’s eye and ran down her cheek.

I thought about wiping the tear away but I held back.

Instead, I reached down and put my hand to hers. She wrestled with the rope and turned her hand to grab at mine.

“Are you really a monster?” she whispered.

Stop tempting me, darling, or you’ll meet the monster.

Before I could respond to Harlee’s question, the door to my room exploded open.

I turned and saw a gun.

**

“You motherf*cker,” Duke growled as he swung his gun at me.

Whatever he had been drinking worked to my benefit and against his own. He missed me by a mile and stumbled to the left. I quickly shoved him into the corner of the wall where he hit with a hard thud. I lifted my foot and kicked, slamming his hand to the wall making it so he dropped the gun. I kicked the gun out of the way and then grabbed Duke by the shoulder.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

Duke swung with the back of his hand and got me in the jaw. He turned and swung a left fist and it was nothing short of getting hit with a brick to my cheek. I felt my neck crack as it turned and I instantly tasted blood.

Duke was in war mode and wanted to kill his enemy. I watched the way he looked at Harlee and he had her pegged as the enemy. Again, I totally understood it. She had been sent to kill him and she had come within a minute of actually doing so.

As Duke jumped over my bed, I tried to grab for him but missed him. Harlee let out a wild scream, kicking and pulling at the rope around her wrists. Not that she would stand a chance against Duke to begin with but having her tied up and unable to try and defend herself made it all that much worse.

I saw Duke bring his fist back.

My eyes went wide.

The guy could blackout all he wanted. He could get angry. He could want to fight. But if he thought for a second he was going to hit a woman, f*ck him.

I raced around the bed and hooked my right arm to his arm and twisted, taking him down. He crashed to the nightstand, knocking a lamp over. It shattered. The nightstand fell over, a drawer opening, leaving a spilled mess of bullets and condoms.

All part of the life, my friends. All part of the life.

I took a swing at Duke’s face with my left hand but had a bad angle. He growled and grabbed my shirt.

“She tried to kill me!” he yelled.

“She was forced to try!” I yelled back. “I saved your ass.”

I pulled Duke up to his feet and slammed him against the wall. He moved fast - trained like an assassin - and rammed both of his palms into my chest. I left my feet for a split second and crashed into the chair and sent Harlee to her side. As I turned, I saw the left side of her body hit the floor. I dropped down and grabbed for her.

“Are you okay?”

I felt a hand grab my neck and pull.

I threw an elbow back and hit Duke in the gut.

Just like that we were tangled right back up, going across the bedroom into another wall.

Finally, help started to arrive.

Jasper, Kye, Xavier, and Tristan came charging into the room. Two grabbed me, two grabbed Duke. He was still trying to get at me as I just stood there.

“Everyone calm down,” Jasper said.

“You’re letting this happen?” Duke growled, looking at Jasper. “Letting that bitch in here?”

I shook my right arm away and got another punch at Duke, clipping the edge of his jaw.

Kye grabbed my arm again. “You touch him again, Trent, and I’ll slit your throat.”

Trev entered the room and looked around. “Holy f*ck.”

There were two guys each holding onto me and Duke. And there was Harlee on the floor still, just laying there on her side, unable to move.

“First, someone pick her up,” Trev ordered.

Kye broke away from me and grabbed the chair. He was too damn rough and I tried to pull at Xavier but he had a damn firm grip on me.

“Second, what the f*ck?” Trev yelled.

“That bitch wanted to kill me,” Duke said. “And you’re letting her stay?”

“No, I’m not,” Trev said.

“What?” I asked. “I thought we talked, Prez.”

“We did. I’ve changed my mind.” Trev stared at me. His eyes were dark, evil. He had the eyes of a guy running outlaw. “I want her gone, Trent.”





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I want her gone, Trent.

Well, that was all I needed to hear. I started to kick and wiggle my hands, desperate to get free.

“Kye, shut her up,” Trev said.

The guy who had carried me to the room and tied me to the chair moved his hand. He was either going to grab a gun or a knife.

Trent fought out of the hold of the guy holding him and grabbed at Kye, throwing him across the room like he weighed nothing. The way Trent manhandled the burly bikers was intense. And sexy.

He stood, blocking me, and said, “Not a chance. Prez, we had a deal here. She was talking to me before Duke busted in and f*cking went crazy.”

“You want to see crazy, *?” Duke asked, his voice slurring.