An Outlaw Monster (Back Down Devil MC #10)(21)

“What? Isn’t she beautiful?”

Trent looked at me. He didn’t reply.

“Sit down,” Trev said. “Want some coffee?”

“Yeah,” I said.

Trent poured me coffee and then finished it up just how I liked it. It made me blush. I couldn’t remember the last time someone made me coffee. And he made it perfect. That meant he was watching me, right?

I sipped the coffee and stared at Trev.

“You’ve been honest so far,” Trev said. “But now the club has reached out to us. They must have tucked their tails and hidden but now they’re pissed.”

“Okay,” I said.

“I want to know about any conversations that had to do with guns,” Trev said.

“I told Trent everything. They said you owed them guns.”

“I’m going to show you some pictures, okay?”

“Sure.”

“Does this guy look familiar?”

I stared at the picture of a guy in a tweed flat cap. He wasn’t looking at the camera, telling me he didn’t know his picture had been taken.

“No,” I said.

“Are you sure?” Trev asked.

“Positive.”

“Anyone ever come to the clubhouse with an Irish accent?”

“Not that I could remember,” I said. “I wasn’t in the clubhouse long.” I glanced at Trent. “I never meant to end up inside there. When the outside work stopped, I helped at the bar for some cash tips, you know?”

“And your outside job was what?”

“Please say sucking dick,” Cash chimed in. “I have a pocket full of money, beautiful.”

“I’m going to pour hot coffee down your throat to get you to shut up,” Trent said.

His nostrils flared.

I fought back the urge to grin. It was so sexy and almost cute that Trent got worked up when Cash said things about me or to me.

“My outside job was to attend different events for the club, okay?” I said. “There were a handful of us. Dress up skimpy and flirt. Serve drinks. Go to the card games. Sometimes a fight here and there. Just stuff like that. I was a waitress and Gunner asked me if I liked my job. I was trying to save up to get out of this state and I got stuck here. I never hurt anyone that didn’t deserve it. I never killed anyone. Things got violent and I was in a corner when they said I had to kill Duke.”

The emotion instantly crept up on me. It made my stomach sick to think that I had come so close to actually killing another human.

I blinked back tears and took a deep breath.

“That’s enough,” Trent said. “Keep going, Prez.”

“Okay,” Trev said.

He showed me another picture. It was a really rough looking guy. Really scary eyes. Eyes I had seen before.

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Son of a bitch,” Trent said.

“You’re sure?” Trev asked.

“Positive. He was there all the time.”

“All the time?” Cash asked. His face dropped. “What does that mean?”

“He and Rocco would talk all the time. Go into the meeting room. They’d laugh, have a beer, I don’t know.”

“You served this guy drinks?” Trev asked.

“Yeah.”

“He paid?”

“Not him.”

“Who paid?” Trent asked. He walked to the table and touched my shoulder. “It’s okay, darling, you’re doing great.”

“That man took money from Rocco. Lots of it. He drank for free and took money. Then he’d leave. The last time he was there, after he was gone, Rocco and Gunner had a shot together. They were really happy. Excited.”

Trev looked at Trent.

That’s when Trent crouched down. “Darling, this is really helpful to us. But you need to do something else.”

“What?”

“We need you to call Daxton and act like you’re captive and hurt. We need to lure them closer and attack. We need to use you to do that.”

I stared down at my coffee. The last week had been so peaceful. Now it was going to be nothing but hell.

“We’re at war,” Trev said. “There’s no other way to put it. Things were said and promised that were lies. Now we have to fix it. You owe this to us, Harlee. To this club and to Duke.”

He took out a cellphone and slid it across the table.

“Make the call,” Trev said.

I reached for the phone. The second I lifted it, Trev stood up. He flipped the table over and took out his gun. Trent grabbed my wrists with one strong hand and took the phone out of my other hand.

“Sorry, darling,” he whispered.

Trev pointed the gun at me. “Now let’s make that call…”

**

“Where the f*ck are you, bitch?” Daxton growled into the phone.

I was shaking as the gun touched my forehead.

“They have a gun to me,” I said. “I’m held in a chair, Daxton.”

“What?” he asked. “What the f*ck…”

“Back Down Devil,” I said. “They got me. They took me. Okay? Everything went bad at that game. I tried… but they were there.”

“Holy shit!” Daxton yelled.