An Outlaw Monster (Back Down Devil MC #10)(23)

We were not going to charge down that f*cking path.

I didn’t just kiss. If she tempted, she’d be on the bed, butt ass naked, screaming my name.

I had plans for the day.

Charging to the door, I got the hell out of the bedroom and out of the apartment.

Outside, Trev, Jasper, Cash, and Kye were waiting.

We had a ride to take.

And quite honestly… I had a fifty-fifty shot of coming back alive.

**

There were three black vans. In between each were two black cars. We were in a clearing in the woods. Probably some massive piece of land owned by a dummy corporation said to be using it for lumber or maybe preserving nature. Some kind of bullshit excuse. What it was was a meeting spot for the O’Nuall family. We were possibly standing on a massive graveyard with plenty of bones under our feet. Ghosts that couldn’t speak and the reaper lingering, licking his chops, ready for another feast.

What choice did we have?

We had to make contact with the O’Nuall family and make sure Night Soul wasn’t causing any further issues.

Frontline, I stood in front of my President and VP.

A door on each of the black cars opened and out came Garvan and Bryant.

Garvan was short, portly, short hair. He had dimples in his cheeks but his eyes were anything but kind. He was vicious, a man who probably had over a hundred murders on his hands and would have a hundred more before his time came. His partner in crime, Bryant, tugged at his suit jacket as he walked along his car. He was taller, skinny, lighter skin with a fiery red hair color that made him look too cliche for his own good.

Bryant gave me the courtesy of showing me his gun.

I did the same.

The situation was tense, touchy, and if these two wanted to take us out, there was nothing that could be done to stop it. We’d be dead and if the rest of the MC tried to fight back, it would end up in a war that would cross state lines and move across the world.

There was silence.

I stepped back as Jasper and Trev stepped forward.

“Glad we could finally meet up,” Trev said. “It’s a pleasure.”

“Aye,” Garvan said. “Cut the bullshit. You’ve got a problem.”

“We’re taking care of a lot of problems,” Jasper said. “New President means changes.”

“Ripper is dead,” Bryant said. “You gave up all those guns to us.”

“They were yours,” Trev said. “I’m not here to rattle anyone. I’m not here to dig up old bones. I’m not here to start a new fight. Ripper made a few heavy promises to another crew.”

“Aye,” Garvan said. “They’ve been in contact. They want their guns. They said they paid. That’s troubling to me. I was never paid.”

“I’m sorry about that,” Jasper said. “I’ll take the heat on that, okay? I was VP while Ripper ran wild. I should have done more.”

Garvan looked at Bryant and nodded.

A second later Bryant took a gun out.

Shit.

I jumped in front of Jasper. “No, *. You’re going to have to kill me.”

“I don’t have a problem with that,” Bryant said. “I’ll shoot your f*cking head off, boy.”

I stepped toward the powerful Irish mobster and puffed out my chest. “Make it count.”

“Why don’t we try talking,” Trev said.

“You’re VP is weak,” Garvan said. “We have that other crew calling out to us. I don’t do f*cking house calls, gentlemen. I deal in my version of fair trade. I’m not in customer service. Do you understand?”

“We understand,” Trev said. “We are handling all situations. I wanted to meet with you personally to tell you that. I’ll make sure the situation with Rocco and Gunner ends soon. As for our situation, all I can offer is knowledge that Ripper is dead. I’m in charge. I don’t f*ck around.”

Bryant kept his gun on me and put a hand to Trev’s shoulder. “We know that, Trevor. We know that.”

I saw Trev’s lip curl. He hated being called Trevor as much as I hated being called Trenton.

“So we’re going to find out what everyone is made of,” Garvan said. “First off, your monster here is going to prove his worth.”

“What the f*ck does that mean?” I asked.

Garvan whistled and the backdoors to one of the vans opened.

A man jumped down to the ground.

He quickly ripped off his suit jacket and button down shirt. He was layered with tattoos from shoulders to wrists. He took off his gun harnesses and walked right toward me.

“Take him down,” Garvan said. “Then we’ll talk business.”

“Bullshit,” Trev said. “This is how…”

“It’s fine, Prez,” I said. “I could use a good fight.”

I had so much pent up energy inside me, this was a good thing. I tried to ignore what this meant though. Chances were, if I went down, Bryant would put a bullet in my skull and then send Jasper and Trev packing.

This was a power move.

I was the muscle to strengthen the power.

I had to be the monster to steal the power.

**

My leather cut and shirt were on the ground. I circled up with Danny. That was the guy’s name. He had it tattooed across his wide chest, the letters slightly blocked by his tight, sleeveless undershirt.