An Outlaw Monster (Back Down Devil MC #10)(22)

Trent held the phone to my ear.

I heard Daxton running and calling for Rocco.

A door opened, shut, and then there was another thud.

“Put it on speaker,” Trev whispered to Trent.

He did.

“Harlee,” Rocco’s voice said. “Give me your location.”

“A room,” I said. “I’m in a chair. There’s two of them. They have a gun to my head.”

“Who the f*ck is there?” Rocco yelled.

“Fuck yourself,” Trev said. “You want to take out our men? We’ll cut you from the ground up.”

“Trev?” Rocco asked. “You think stealing some bar whore is going to rattle me?”

“Let her the f*ck go,” Daxton said. “She’s my bitch.”

“Not anymore,” Trent said. “I’ve been tearing up that tight slit all week long, brother. What are you packing over there? A pencil in your pants?”

“I’ll f*cking kill them all,” Daxton yelled. “I swear on my life…”

There was more noise and a struggle.

It sounded like someone was dragging Daxton out of the room.

Trev nodded.

He then jammed the gun to my forehead.

“OW!” I yelled. “Shit.”

“Whoa, whoa,” Rocco said. “What’s the play here?”

“The play?” Trev said. “You’ve been doing a lot of talking over there, Rocco. Right in front of this bitch. She’s said quite a bit. I know about your little target chart in the room. You want to come for us? Come right into town and face me man to f*cking man.”

“I’ll do that when you have my guns ready,” Rocco said. “That’s where this ends.”

“Then it’s already over because there are no f*cking guns.”

“I paid for guns!” Rocco yelled.

“Not according to this bitch,” Trev said. “She said you and Ripper never met before. That you never exchanged money or goods. You’re a f*cking liar.”

“I’ll gut that cunt right now,” Rocco said. “She’s f*cking with you. Don’t listen to her. She f*cking served us drinks!”

“Then I guess we don’t need her anymore,” Trev said.

He moved the gun from me and put a bullet into the corner of a wall.

I opened my mouth to scream and Trent covered my mouth.

“There,” Trev said. “Anything else you want to add to this?”

“Like I give a damn about a whore,” Rocco said. “You’re going to burn, Trev. You and the entire group of goons over there. I’ve spoken with the O’Nuall family personally. They know of the bad deals in your MC. You’re getting it on all sides now…”

Trev ended the call.

He then threw the phone to the ground and stomped on it.

“Fuck!” he screamed.

“That’s what we wanted, Prez,” Trent said. “Daxton is freaking out and Rocco just gave us something to run with.”

All I could do was just sit there, in complete shock of everything that had happened.

Trent crouched down and reached for my face. He forced me to look at him.

The craziest thing happened right then.

I wanted to f*cking kiss him more than I ever wanted to kiss another man in my life.





thirteen.



(trent)



I had Harlee propped up on my dresser. In my mind when I looked down I’d see my thick cock sliding in and out of her slit. I’d feel just how tight she really was and find out how someone had been really taking care of her.

Reality was a far cry away.

I grabbed the edge of the dresser and looked her eye to eye. “Don’t try anything.”

“I won’t,” she said.

“I’ll have prospects watching the apartment. Two inside at the door and two more outside. This is risky. I don’t like it. But coming to the clubhouse could be worse. We’re hoping they attack.”

She grabbed my arm. “You’re not afraid?”

“No. Why would I be?”

“What if they shoot at you?”

“They better hit me then,” I said. “If not, I’ll blow their f*cking heads off. That’s how I operate. You’re job is to stay here.” I reached for my back pocket and took out a key. “Take this.”

“What’s it for?” Harlee asked.

“There’s a black car out back. Project of mine from a long time ago. I’m not a fan of anything that has more than two wheels, but I figure if shit hits the fan, you should have an escape.”

“I could just take off when you leave,” she said.

“You’re right,” I said. “Maybe I’m giving you a chance to go. Or maybe I just trust you enough to wait.”

There were a few seconds of silence between us.

Harlee took the key. “Thanks.”

I didn’t respond.

She reached out and touched my cheek. Her soft fingers running across the scruff on my face. It was like I was the sandpaper and she was the wood. I would destroy her if I had her. Or maybe I’d make her into something better. Strip her down…

I pulled away when I saw Harlee lick her lips.