An Outlaw Monster (Back Down Devil MC #10)(69)

“Just let me get Harlee to safety first,” I said.

Before I could finish the sentence, my phone started to ring.

Speak of the sexy devil…

It was Harlee calling.

“Hey, darling,” I said.

“Hey, shit face,” a voice said.

My eyes went wide as I scanned the destruction around me.

All these members of Night Soul taken out.

“You there, *?” Daxton asked.

He was calling from Harlee’s phone.

That only meant one thing.

I looked at Trev. “Daxton has Harlee.”

**

I sped too fast and was too close to the back of the van for my own good. If Austin hit the brakes for any reason, I’d end up crashing. But what was I supposed to do? I had to get to Harlee. Fuck, if anyone reported back to Rocco and Gunner about what we had done…

I cut to the right and ended up in the opposite lane.

All I could do was throttle the motorcycle harder, going faster.

Daxton had demands and I had to meet them.

He wanted to meet just outside Daurian, in a heavily brushed area. He assumed his MC had their guns and now he wanted cash. The money Night Soul had paid for the guns was to be refunded or else he was going to slowly kill Harlee.

Of course we didn’t have the money but we weren’t going to let Harlee die.

Jasper, Trev, and Cash were going back to the clubhouse. The plan was to clean out the safe of all cash and work a deal with Daxton to get Harlee out of there alive. The second Daxton knew the guns weren’t delivered and a lot of his brothers were knocked off, he would do anything he wanted to Harlee.

Shit, if he left the meeting spot…

I gritted my teeth and felt my head spinning. I wanted to know what happened. How the f*ck he found Harlee. And what the f*ck my father did to try and stop this from happening?

There were answers waiting and nothing I could do to speed up time.

I darted in front of the van and Austin beeped at me. I threw him the finger and sped up even more. Amazing at how wild the life was. We had just gotten done taking out a lot of guys that we didn’t know but were enemies because of the leather cuts they wore. And now I was on the opposite end of the deal. I was the one fighting for my life… and my life was Harlee. Shit, she had done more than just gotten to me. She had become a part of me. Losing her would be like losing my cut, my club, or my life. It could not happen. And if it did happen, I was better off eating a bullet myself then.

I got a good distance from the van and the rest of the guys.

The last five minutes of the ride felt like it took about five years. Every possible scenario ran through my mind, which was new to me. As the enforcer for the MC, my job was to observe and simply react. No trying to come up with multiple plans. Just like at our little meeting. That guy got too close to Trev so I knocked him out. That’s how I did things.

Cruising off the road, I didn’t know what I’d find. There was too great of a chance that Harlee would already be killed.

The second I spotted Daxton’s ride, I damn near jumped off my own. The motorcycle came to a skidding halt and I just ran. There was a small clearing and there was Daxton, under a tree, standing with Harlee. The bend of his elbow locked to her throat, a gun pointed straight out at me. He used the tree to protect his back.

“Stop this,” was the first thing that I said.

Like it f*cking mattered.

“Fuck you, *,” Daxton said. “You set all this up. All of it.”

“I didn’t do shit to you, Daxton.”

“You took my old lady. You f*cked her. I can smell her on you. You ruined her *.”

“Fine,” I said. “Take it out on me.”

“No. I can’t do that.”

“You f*cking almost killed Trev’s old lady and unborn kid. You know what shit you’re in right now?”

Daxton’s hand shook. “Drop all your weapons, Trent. Right now.”

I put my hands out and slowly moved. I disarmed both my guns and opened my arms and turned around. When I was facing Daxton again, I started to walk toward him.

“Come on,” I said. “Let Harlee go. Trev is getting the money right now. I even have some extra guns for you guys, just to bury this hatchet for good. Austin is bringing the van.”

“The guns,” Daxton said. “They were delivered?”

“Yeah. Didn’t you hear from Rocco yet?”

“No,” he said. “I haven’t talked to Rocco since I took off.”

Shit. He’s completely rogue.

“Okay,” I said. “Guns are delivered. We took on the O’Nuall family and got your weapons. We’re in the shit now, Daxton. Not you. You have to make this right with Trev. Start by letting Harlee go. No more hurting women in all of this.”

Daxton pushed Harlee forward. I couldn’t believe he was actually going to let her go.

I was wrong.

He took a handful of her hair and pulled. Harlee screamed and was pulled right back, falling down to her ass. Daxton’s hand was twisted tight in her hair.

My instinct had me jumping forward to save her.

That’s when Daxton shot me.

**

I fell back and went down hard. Harlee screamed my name and it wasn’t in the same vain as she did in the bedroom. I hated this version of her scream.