An Outlaw Monster (Back Down Devil MC #10)(68)

I hurried and moved toward the living room again.

Tom came out of the bedroom and looked happy as anything when he grabbed the whiskey bottle. He threw it back and took a big drink, skipping the shot glass. The whiskey swished in the bottle and he held it to me.

“Have a drink.”

“No,” I said.

“Trust me, you want a drink.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Okay then. Don’t say I didn’t try to make everything easier.”

Tom laughed that maniacal laugh again.

I had a sudden sense of terror and my body reacted. I grabbed the full glass of water and stood up. I threw the water at Tom. He dropped the whiskey bottle and let out a yell. I then threw the actual glass right at his forehead. It hit him but didn’t break. The glass did break when it hit the coffee table.

I darted around the table and took off but Tom was right there. His hands lumbered toward me like he was a zombie in a cheap horror movie. I didn’t know what to do so I side kicked at him. The side of my foot connected with his lower stomach and I dropped him to his knees.

Holy shit…

I knew leaving was probably a mistake. But I didn’t trust this guy. Something was happening behind my back. I needed to get freedom and call Trent. He’d know what to do.

I rushed to the front door and tore it open. Behind me, I heard Tom let out a bellowing yell for me.

But that voice quickly faded as I stared at the man in the doorway.

The man Tom had been on the phone with.

I shook my head and told myself to attack.

Attack him, right now!

I was frozen.

His hand shot out and grabbed my throat, walking me back into the apartment.

I couldn’t speak his name because his grip was stealing my air.

So I said it in my mind. And I knew I was all but dead.

Daxton…





thirty-five.



(trent)



It was time to finish the deal.

I walked to the van and Austin opened the door. We eyed each other, playing this thing off as cool. As calm and collected. Max helped me pull a long, black box out of the van. We placed it on the ground and went for the second one. Once the third box was on the ground, we collected together around it.

This was the do or die moment for all of us.

I climbed into the back of the van, along with Duke, Austin, Jasper, and Cash.

What the other guys couldn’t see were the black bags at the front of the van.

Outside, Trev stood with Kye and Xavier, keeping the scene moving forward.

“Here you go,” Trev said. “Pop the lids off and check your hardware. Three cases. I believe that was the original deal.”

I was in the van and watched as Conor and Bullet approached the crates. Bullet took out one of the shotguns, adding another variable to the situation.

Conor whistled for three of the guys to come up and open the boxes.

I looked to Duke. He was stoic and focused. The years of military experience and true war experience coming to life right then. Austin, Jasper, and Cash were on my left. We had to keep our hands down so we didn’t give ourselves away.

Up until then Night Soul MC thought they were getting their guns.

Like f*cking hell we would deliver guns to them. They’d only turn and use those weapons against us. The town, the crews and clubs around us, they were going to have to learn a lesson. Sorry to Night Soul MC, but they were going to be the first.

As soon as the boxes were open, reality set in.

“What the f*ck?” Conor asked.

That was my cue.

The boxes were empty, showing the guys in Night Soul they were getting nothing.

The guns we had purchased from the O’Nuall family? They were in the back of the f*cking van still. Well, except the ones me, Duke, Austin, Jasper, and Cash were carrying.

I was first to pull the trigger. I had to take out Bullet.

Then all hell broke loose. As we emerged from the back of the van, we emptied clip after clip, taking out all the Night Soul MC members. Granted, it wasn’t the ones we wanted, but it would make a statement to Rocco and Gunner.

It took no more than a minute before it was all said and done.

“Load it all up and move,” Trev then ordered as he stepped over Conor’s body.

Kye and Xavier loaded up the boxes into the van and shut the doors.

Austin walked to the front of the van, got inside, and started it.

The guys all dispersed to their motorcycles except for me, Jasper, and Trev.

Trev stood there, hands at his sides, looking at the destruction. The guns were still echoing in my head, ringing in my ears. It was a bloodbath. When the PD would find the scene, it would be a big mess to clean up and investigate.

“It was the right decision,” Trev said. “There was no way they could get guns. Everything with Ripper is now behind us.”

“They’re going to rebuild and attack,” Jasper said. “I wish the table was here.”

“You know they weren’t going to come,” Trev said.

“I thought they would,” I said. “Rocco and Gunner…”

“No,” Trev said. “They’re like cockroaches. They slink around, you know?” He looked at me. “This was the right plan, Trent. You did good here.”

“Now we sit and talk to Garvan and Bryant about your old man,” Jasper said. “We’ll go to bat for you. I know you’d do it if it needed to be done, but they aren’t going to win this.”