An Outlaw Monster (Back Down Devil MC #10)(9)

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(trent)



Who the hell is that?

That was my first thought when I saw the woman standing next to her car. It was instantly clear she was nervous, and waiting for someone to meet up with her. I had taken the frontline on this, hiding right across the street, waiting for the right time to come across and kick up some hell. Duke was already inside, probably at a table, counting up some cash. A trained war veteran, he knew how to keep a straight face and to focus on what needed to be done. That meant putting all his trust into me to keep his ass alive.

Trev, Jasper, and Cash were about a mile away, ready to ride and fight if I needed them.

But complete focus was on the woman across the street. I had a pair of binoculars with me and hell yeah I used them to check her out. When she turned her head, I caught myself grinning a little. Her face was perfect, beautiful, looking like she had soft skin. Her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. Her shoulders were exposed thanks to a skimpy top she wore. And, shit, her tits were so full, pushing out of the top of her shirt. I paused there for a little bit, admiring. Come on - you show them, I’m going to look at them.

As I kept climbing down her body, I saw the hint of skin where her shirt ended. The wide curve of her hips, making my hands tense up because that was the spot I’d be holding onto as I pulled her tighter against my cock.

I claimed her right then with my eyes.

She dressed similar to the other women that had gone into the building. They were the ones that served drinks, flirted, laughed, and kept everyone happy and playing cards. The gambling thing was generally non-violent and a way for some of the richest guys around to hang with outlaws and bet cash. If they weren’t gambling, they were throwing money down on illegal underground fights.

When she touched the bottom of her shirt and tugged at it, it made my dick stir. She didn’t want to be dressed like this. She didn’t want to be exposed. She then bit her lip and looked right at me. Of course she couldn’t see me, but I could see her. Nice little lips, an almost button-like nose, and really pretty eyes. A light brown color that almost had an amber tone to it against the sunlight.

Now I had a second objective for the night. Make sure I save Duke’s ass. And make sure I had this woman’s ass.

**

Rocco and Gunner.

“Shit,” I whispered as I saw the motorcycle pull into the lot.

I got up on my knees and grabbed my gun. I feared perhaps an instant ambush on Duke. Fuck. They could just kick in the door and start shooting. Blast the hell out of Duke before the games even really got going.

I wondered if I had taken too much time eye-f*cking the beauty standing at her car.

It meant I would have to conduct my own ambush.

If I crossed the street, there was only one choice. I would have to kill the President and VP of Night Soul MC. It may not have sounded like a daunting task, right? It was just bullets. One in each of the back of their heads and they would be dead. The problem was that I didn’t have authority to take out a President or a VP of another club. And if I did, I’d be in deep shit with my club. Honestly? I didn’t give a f*ck about that. They could chain me up and gut me for all I care. The real problem was that if I took these two out, it would open the doors for a war nobody wanted to see. Night Soul would come right to Daurian and the blood would spill fast and plenty.

I ended up crouched, on my feet, wondering what to do. If I called Trev, it wouldn’t matter. He wouldn’t have enough time to get here to do anything.

I needed to take action.

As I inched up, I saw Rocco reach out and touch the woman.

That set me off even more.

Who the f*ck is this woman?

Maybe she was Rocco’s old lady.

The thought of her under Rocco as his flabby biker body pumped at her really pissed me off.

Rocco then looked at Gunner and gave a nod. Gunner reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial. I grinned, looking at the way his thumb and pointer were close together. Probably showing her the size of his dick.

Gunner held out the vial and the woman took it.

Rocco then said something, but he spoke loud and clear with this hands. His motions were simple - this woman was going to pour whatever was in the vial into a drink. Duke’s drink. It was some kind of poison.

That’s how they were going to kill Duke.

The woman tucked the vial into her top. I suddenly became a little bit jealous of a vial.

Get yourself together, Trent. Fuck.

The chick back at the clubhouse had offered me another round - in the shower - and I had declined. I regretted that. I should have drained myself completely.

Rocco pointed at the woman, his face turning red, and then he walked away. Gunner reached out and ran the back of his fingers to the woman’s cheek. He then ran his pointer finger down her lips.

My blood was boiling. I was raging from a really dark f*cking place. The place where the monster lived and the place where the monster could easily escape from.

As Gunner turned, I dropped back down to make sure I was hidden.

They started their motorcycles and sped away.

That’s when it all made sense.

They were having this woman kill Duke. And why the hell not? They would make it very clear to the MC that Duke was dead but they weren’t there when it happened. They wanted us confused and wanted Trev off guard. That was the game here. To get Trev out of his element and take him out. Nobody expected Trev to settle right in at the head of the table and take such firm control.