An Outlaw Monster (Back Down Devil MC #10)(3)

“About what?”

“War. It’s already started.”

“I have to go call Trev.” Jasper took a step and paused. “Trent. Thanks.”

“Anytime, VP. Anytime. Now do me a favor.”

“What?”

“Red robe with the tits… send her back in.”

“What about Alexa?” Jasper asked with a grin.

“I already took care of her ass tonight. I want something new and different. Anything else you want to know about my sex life? Want to see my cock? Maybe touch it a little.”

“I’ll shoot your dick off if you show it to me.”

“Jealousy does crazy things to people.”

“Fuck off, Trent.”

Jasper shut the door.

I stood in the bathroom alone. There was some blood on the back wall.

Whoops.

But I saved Jasper’s ass.

A minute or so later, the door opened.

And there she was.

“Do you know who I am?” I asked her.

She nodded. “Trent. The monster.”

“Lock the door, darling.”

She did as I told her.

And before I needed to tell her to do so… she dropped the silk robe to the floor…





two.



(harlee)



“Harlee!” a voice growled from behind me.

I turned with my bag in my hand and saw Daxton standing with a whiskey bottle in his hand.

“Are you going to throw that at me?” I asked.

“Bitch, if I wanted to hurt you, you’d be on the floor begging. Hey, what’s with the bag?”

“I found somewhere else to crash for now. I can’t do this anymore. I’m too close. Rocco will get pissed and kill me.”

I took a step and Daxton got in my way. “I’ll kill you if you leave.”

I stared at Daxton, trying to mask my fear. Sometimes I wondered how the hell I ended up like this. Bouncing around my entire life, always trying to find something better. Yet it always seemed every step I took was toward something worse. It was my curse in life.

I had been offered a chance to make some money at some underground gambling things and some fights. I wore a bikini, served drinks, flirted with bikers and businessmen, and cleaned up on gratuity. Somehow I ended up at the clubhouse of a motorcycle club called Night Soul and that was my mistake. I put my guard down for a second and ended up hanging with Daxton too much.

He was ruthless and vile. And he wasn’t even that good in bed. It was a chore.

Plus, it made me feel like a whore.

“Just get out of my way,” I said. “Don’t make me scream.”

Daxton put the whiskey bottle down and he grabbed my jaw and squeezed. “I would love to make you f*cking scream. I’ll drive my dick into your ass as hard as I drive a knife into your back. Then what happens? Would you die before I came? What do you think?”

He was just being crude to mess with my head.

“I’ll kick you in the balls,” I said.

“Try me.”

“I’ll do it so hard you’ll never get laid again.”

Daxton’s hand squeezed tighter at my jaw. It felt like my jaw was going to snap against his impressive strength.

“You really want to do this?”

“We’re too close. I don’t want this, Daxton. I’m not putting my life on the line for you.”

“Oh, that’s where you’re wrong.”

Daxton showed me his teeth. He then squeezed harder.

I braced myself, ready to seriously kick him in the balls. By doing that, I knew I would end up beaten up and probably dead.

Luckily, before anyone really got hurt, we heard a deep bellowing scream from out in the clubhouse.

It meant one thing.

Someone was hurt.

**

They had Ryley on a pool table. Daxton grabbed his right wrist and Maynor grabbed his left wrist. They held his arms to his side and Rocco exploded from another room, eyes wide with fury when he saw one of his men injured.

Each time Ryley took a breath or screamed, blood squirted from his stomach.

“What the f*ck is it?” Rocco asked.

“Gunshot!” Mays said. “Fucking pricks did it. They did it good.”

“Son of a bitch,” Rocoo said. “Was Trev there?”

“No,” Mays said.

“Did you take someone out?”

“No,” Mays said. “Just as Ryley moved…”

Rocco took out a gun and shot Mays in the shoulder.

The thundering boom was a sound I could never get used to. That and the helpless cries of the women these guys took to their rooms, because I never knew if the cries were pleasure or pain.

Gunner, the Night Soul Vice President, looked right at me. “You. Get f*cking towels. Now.”

I shook my head. It was first instinct to do so. I was there to prance around and make money for the club, not to get involved with shootings and blood.

“Fucking hell, Harlee!” Daxton screamed. “I’ll put a bullet in you next!”

I hurried behind the bar. I grabbed a stack of dish towels and raced around the bar to the pool table. I dropped them on Ryley’s chest. I felt his fingers twitch and touch me, leaving blood on my wrist.