An Outlaw Monster (Back Down Devil MC #10)(20)

I can’t get too close… I can’t have it happen again…

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She opened the door wearing nothing but a towel.

Are you trying to f*cking kill me?

“I hate to ask,” she said, “but do you have a bandage or something for my knee?”

I looked down and saw the gash on her knee. It was nasty, fresh with blood, but it wasn’t dripping.

“What happened?”

“You,” she said.

“Me?”

“When you were running with me. I looked back and those guys had machine guns. I tripped and hit the ground. You kept going.”

“Sorry for saving your life.”

“I didn’t say anything,” she said.

“Come here and sit down.”

She sat on the edge of bathtub. I grabbed a bandage and turned to face her, on one knee. There was just a f*cking piece of cloth keeping my eyes from devouring her entire body.

I touched the back of her leg and lifted. “Does it hurt?”

“Stings,” she said.

I focused on the gash. “It doesn’t look that deep. You’ll be fine.”

The towel was riding up her legs, inches from showing me her slit. I swore if I inhaled a deep enough breath I would smell her. That sweet scent, like honey.

I patched up her knee and started to stand, turning to try and hide my hard cock, but Harlee grabbed my hand.

“Thanks, Trent. For this. For trusting me. I’ll do anything, okay? I really can’t stand those guys over there.”

I nodded. “Just take it one day at a time right now. Trev was right. You have no idea what you stepped into here.” I broke my hand away from hers. “You can have the bed. I’ll be on the couch. I’ll make sure nothing happens. Get some sleep, darling.”

That was the last bit of conversation for the night between myself and Harlee.

An hour later, I had killed off another three beers. I sat on the edge of the couch, my gun on the table, empty beer bottles next to it, and my dick still aching. I then did something I hadn’t done in a long time.

I took care of myself…





twelve.



(harlee)



I told Trent everything I knew about Night Soul. The conversations, people they hurt, women they slept with, any guns I saw, and anything that I could possibly think of. I never thought being in their clubhouse would actually come back to help me. The more I spoke, the more it seemed to ease the tension with my pretense and Back Down Devil MC.

The biggest problem was the tension between me and Trent.

Trev wanted us to stay in his apartment until he gave orders otherwise. The place started to feel like it was a paper bag because we always seemed to be on top of each other. Each time I saw him, my body felt woozy and warm. I knew he couldn’t have been comfortable sleeping on the couch. A few times I snuck out of the room and crept down the hallway to find him sitting on the couch, gun on his lap. One time he was standing at the window, gun in his hand.

He was full on protecting me. Not just saying it.

When I showered, I thought of Trent with me. It was so dumb because getting too close to him was too risky for both of us. Yet just being near him kept the temptation growing and growing. Like the one thing I couldn’t have and I wanted it more than anything in the world. Plus, I was a woman. I had needs. I had wants. Trent’s eyes unlocked fantasies that were in the back of my mind. Now there in the front of my mind and I was desperate for him to do something.

I had witnessed the monster a couple times that first week with him. The way he fought, defended his club’s honor, not to mention his sheer size and muscular strength was just so impressive. Another MC came for a drinking party and they all started to bet on fights. They were all friends yet they all fought each other. Trent got into a man made circle and knocked a guy out with four punches. Violence never turned me on before… but Trent being violent did.

I woke up one morning and sat up in his bed. The smell of his musky, tough guy scent was gone and replaced by my shampoo. I wore nothing but a long t-shirt, not even a bra.

It felt wrong to admit how well I had been sleeping. If I was being held captive and was going to end up dead, at least my days leading up to it were comfortable.

The door opened and in came Trent. He was in his leather cut, as big and strong as ever. “Morning, darling.”

“Trent.”

I hated that he called me darling all the time. He probably called everyone that but when he did it to me it did wild stuff inside me.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this to a woman,” he said, “but I need you to put on some pants.”

I smirked. “Why?”

“Trev is here. Meeting time.”

He then shut the door.

That didn’t make me feel any better at all.

I scrambled out of the bed, instantly sobering up from my drunk feelings of wanting Trent to take me right in his bed.

I got dressed and went to the kitchen to find Trent standing with a coffee mug in his hand. Trev sat at the table, his massive hand wrapped around a coffee mug.

Behind him, at the door, was Cash. I learned fast that he was wild and really gross… but in some strange way, sweet.

“Hey, beautiful,” Cash said and winked.

“Cash,” Trent said.