An Outlaw Monster (Back Down Devil MC #10)(45)

“Actually, there is,” Jasper said. “That down payment we talked about? Garvan wants it in two days.”

“How much?” I asked.

“More than we have,” Trev said. “Cade’s been going through the numbers and we’re tapped. Ripper really left things in shambles. We could rebuild legit, but that’ll take time. Plus, that cash we need to keep on the books to keep the other side of the law happy. This needs to be dirty money.”

“Don’t say drugs,” I said. “We go that path…”

“No,” Trev said.

Jasper grabbed my shoulder. “We need the monster… the enforcer…”

“To do what?” I asked. “Want me to knock off some gas stations?”

Trev smirked. “It’s going to take more than that.”

“You’re going to be famous with some Russians.”

“What?” I asked.

“A crew is passing through, on their way to Vegas to collect on some debts. Really dirty stuff, but they have cash to burn. They want to see if my enforcer can take down their enforcer.”

“Shit,” I said. “You’re talking a fight.”

“Yeah,” Trev said. “In a ring. With no rules. No boxing gloves.”

“Bare knuckles,” I said.

“For the club, brother,” Jasper said. “There’s no other choice right now. We get this money and get the O’Nuall family in line.”

“Fine,” I said. “I’ll do this. But when it’s time to talk at the table, I want all ears and I want weight.”

“Stacking the votes?” Trev asked. “That’s not how my club is going to function.”

“It’s not stacking the votes when it’s the right thing.”

“Go enjoy your fresh *,” Trev said. “I’ll let you know when we ride. We’re going to meet up a little south with our overseas brothers. It’s also a good time to get in their graces because they’ve had a long standing war with the O’Nuall family. Helps to have them on our side.”

“By knocking out their enforcer?” I asked.

“Show of power, brother,” Trev said. “Like you said.”

“Yeah, Prez. You got it.”

“Let’s get out of here,” Trev said. “Eden wants me back home.”

“Crack that whip,” Jasper said.

“Trust me, the things she does,” Trev said. “Not to mention she’s desperate to get that baby out…”

“That’s enough for me,” I said. “Get out.”

Trev knocked his hand on the table like it was a gavel, ending a meeting. “I’m sorry it’s come down to all of this, Trent.”

“I’m not,” I said. “It’s the life we live. It’s why I wear this leather cut and have earned this enforcer’s patch.”

That was finally the end of the conversation.

They left and I walked down the hall. When I heard that the water was no longer running, I went to the bedroom. The door was halfway open and I paused, catching sight of Harlee. She stood at the mirror, wearing nothing but panties and a tight tank top. She had a brush in her hand and wrestled with some knots as she brushed her wet hair.

I caught myself grabbing at the wall, gritting my teeth. She was damn beautiful. Straight out of the shower she still looked like a dream. Her hair was darker when wet and twisted up in tight curls at the ends.

Why the f*ck was I noticing small shit like that?

I forced my eyes down. The sliver of skin between the bottom of her shirt and her panties made my cock fill up a little. Her ass pushed out of her panties at the sides and had perfect curves, plenty to grab onto. Hell, my hands had grabbed onto that ass when I was pumping in and out of her.

Fuck, Trent…

I hit my hand to the door and opened it.

Harlee turned and smiled at me. “Hey.”

“They’re gone now, darling. Just so you know.”

She nodded. “Trent…”

“No, Harlee.”

“I heard about Daxton. And your father.”

I gritted my teeth.

Another good reason why I didn’t let women get too close to me.

“It’s nothing,” I said.

Harlee put the brush down and faced me. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tits formed and pressed against the tank top. I could see the outlines of her nipples, two nubs calling for attention - and not just from my eyes either.

She was innocence, danger, and sex all rolled into one.

My heart raced, pumping blood to my dick.

“It can’t be nothing if it’s true,” she said. “Daxton is scary.”

“Not as scary as me, darling,” I said. “Nothing is going to happen to you.”

“Are you going to kill your father?”

“Christ,” I said. “I’m not talking about this right now.”

“Trent…”

I stepped forward. Harlee pulled away.

What the f*ck, darling?

“You’re afraid of me now?” I asked.

“Tell me.”

I moved in on Harlee, putting her in a corner in the bedroom. She lifted her leg like she wanted to kick me in the balls. I grabbed her, my right hand behind her leg, near her ass, my other hand to her ribs, holding her.