An Outlaw Monster (Back Down Devil MC #10)(6)

“This guy is a monster,” Gunner said. “He’s the one who pulled the trigger and shot Ryley.”

For some reason, hearing that instantly turned me on. I thought about all the times Ryley called me a bitch. Or a whore. Or when he’d grab at my ass. Or when he’d try to stick his hand up my shirt. Hell, guys like Ryley were more than half the reason I had ended up with Daxton because I was afraid they were going to go too far and I wouldn’t be able to protect myself.

I couldn't stop looking at the picture of Trent. His shoulders looked a mile wide in the picture. He didn’t have a care or worry on his face, even though he had been arrested. Most of the guys around the Night Soul clubhouse tried so hard to give the aura of bad ass, but Trent’s mugshot did more than anything any had ever done in the clubhouse.

“A monster,” I whispered.

“Yes,” Gunner said. “But that’s not why we’re here.”

He moved my hand again to another picture.

The guy he stopped on was a really tough looking guy. Sort of clean cut, built with muscle on top of muscle. His eyes were dark and scary, super intense.

“This guy,” Gunner said. “This is Duke. He’s a military guy. But he’s got plenty of problems. He may look strong as f*ck but he’s got plenty of demons. That’s our target.”

I heard Gunner’s words but it took me a few seconds to process what he had just said.

I turned my head and was too close to him.

He had a sick happiness in his eyes.

“Our target?” I asked.

Gunner nodded. He then spun me around and put me against the wall. “That’s right. You’ve been lingering around this club for far too long, Harlee. You want to earn? You want to do right? This is your chance.”

“Meaning what?”

Gunner’s lip curled. “You’re going to kill who I tell you to kill.”





three.



(trent)



“They were coming for you, Prez,” Jasper said.

Trev looked right at me. “You shot one?”

“Yeah.”

“Kill?”

“No,” I said. “He’ll bleed out if he doesn’t get help. They’ll drop him at the ER and make up a story. They know better than to bring the PD into this shit.”

“Especially between two towns,” Max said.

“No matter what,” Jasper said, “they aren’t letting the gun thing go.”

“So what do we do?” Cash asked. He finished off a beer and leaned back in his chair. “I’ve got a massage in about thirty minutes.”

“A massage?” Austin asked.

Cash winked. “Love those girls down on the corner.”

“Christ,” Trev said. “They spray you with disinfectant when they’re done?”

“Spending time with Cash?” Jasper asked. “They better spray themselves.”

Everyone chuckled.

“Fuck you, Jasper. You’re just jealous that you have to pay extra to roll over and finish up. They love my cock down there. They call it the lizard.”

“Because it’s bumpy and could poison you?” I asked.

Everyone burst into laughter.

Cash jumped up and grabbed his gun.

I wasn’t afraid of Cash. He was an *. Mostly talk, loved to fight and f*ck, but if it came down to it, he’d take a bullet for you. So I stood up and gave him a target.

He grabbed his belt buckle. “Say one more thing. I’ll let it down. It’ll roll right across this table at you, Trent.”

“Cock talk,” Trev said. “We have wars all around. People want me dead. But, sure, let’s break out the rulers and measure our dicks.”

“How many rulers you got, Prez?” Cash asked. “It’s gonna take more than one to measure me.”

“Okay, horse man, lizard dick, whatever,” Trev said. “Sit down or I’ll shoot your dick off.”

Cash quickly plopped down. He looked at me and threw the finger.

Love you too, brother.

“Maybe it’s time to think outside the box,” Trev said. “Take a risk.”

“Meaning what?” Jasper asked.

“We get Night Soul their guns,” Trev said.

That brought silence to the table.

We all looked around at each other. There were reputable gun sources the MC worked with when needed. But when it came to resale from club to club, there was only one place to go.

“You’re talking the family,” Xavier said.

Trev nodded. “Yeah.”

“Ah, shit,” Duke said. “I need a shot.”

“Hold on,” I said. “Prez is right. We can work both sides of the story. We can control the entire story.”

“Especially the ending,” Trev said. “That’s the most important part of it.”

“So, what, we just roll up to Night Soul and tell them we’re going to get their guns?” Jasper asked.

“Do you all trust me?” Trev asked.

Goddamn, he was sometimes quick to trigger and always bold. He could have taken the seat and really pushed at all of us hard, but he wasn’t afraid to point out that he was the new President of the club. That gave him serious respect from the table.