Crash and Burn (Back Down Devil MC #2)(16)

“Hey, Landon, come here,” Miller called out.

Landon stepped back to the far opposite end of the table. “I’m right here.”

“Griffin,” Miller said, “take a walk for a minute.”

Griffin stood and left the room.

For a few seconds, Miller and Landon eyed each other.

“You’ve got this?” Miller asked.

“Nobody ever doubted me before.”

“I know. But you’ve got something burning in you, brother. The kind of shit that makes a man do stupid shit.”

“Not me,” Landon said. “I want to f*cking rip people apart tonight. I want to finish ripping apart Eight Under. And when we find out who tried to kill Erik, I want to gut them with my bare hands.”

“That’s a shit ton of anger, brother.”

“Is there any other way to live?”

Miller smiled. “Not right now, no. Keep your head focused.”

“I’m focused,” Landon said. “Need anything else?”

“Nope. I’ll catch you tonight then.”

Landon left the room and walked up to Griffin. He patted him on the back and said, “All yours, bro.”

“Everything good in there?” Griffin asked.

“Yeah. Miller was just…”

Griffin smiled and put a finger to his temple. “I meant here. Upstairs. Your head.”

“My head? What’s wrong with my head?”

“Just checking,” Griffin said. “That’s all.”

“I’m fine. I’m tired of these little wars breaking out. I was standing there eating a slice of f*cking pizza and some skinny punk runs up on me with a gun. He doesn’t know the blood between Back Down Devil and the rest of the crews around here. He’s willing to pull a trigger on anyone, hoping for that last piece of his tat to be patched in with Eight Under. That f*cking pisses me off.”

“Me too,” Griffin said. “But don’t forget, we were all young, dumb, and reckless at one point.”

“We may not be young and dumb anymore,” Blaine said as he turned around from the bar, “but sure as f*ck, we are reckless. We just have bigger cocks and guns now.”

“I second that,” Shay called and lifted his beer bottle.

“Take it easy, man,” Griffin said to Landon as he went back into the room to meet with Miller.

“Landon, come here brother,” Blaine said.

Landon went to the bar and Blaine wrapped an arm tight around him. It was no shock Blaine was piss drunk already and more than likely had taken pills to take the edge off a rough day in his f*cked up mind.

“Give this man a f*cking drink,” Blaine said. “He’s going to f*cking make lots of money soon.”

Landon accepted a shot of whiskey and ordered two more. He needed to loosen up to deal with Avery. Thinking her name made his lip curl. Figures he would find someone worth looking at and she was probably a f*cking rat. The hard part would be having to kill her. Then again, Blaine would do it. He’d probably f*ck her and then kill her.

“What’s with the deep thoughts?” Blaine asked.

“My head… f*ck it,” Landon said. “I need a good smoke.”

Blaine laughed and reached into his leather. “Ask and you shall receive.”

They lit up a fresh joint and the deep inhales started to calm Landon.

“Now, we need to talk business,” Blaine said. “Double team business.”

“Good Christ,” Landon said. “Let it go.”

“No, no, not your treat in your room,” Blaine said. “My treat at the end of the bar.”

Blaine pointed and Landon looked at a voluptuous woman leaning over the bar with massive breasts pouring from her small top. Everything about her was fake, other than her obvious desire to spend the evening with one of the guys in Back Down Devil.

“You know they’re fake, right?” Landon asked.

“What? Her tits? What the f*ck do I care? They’ll still feel the same smashing off my face, won’t they?”

“She’ll give you black eyes.”

“Worth it,” Blaine said. Blaine gave Landon a serious look. “She wants a double, bro.”

“Double?”

“You know what I mean… one in each hole downstairs.”

Landon took another hit of the joint and shook his head. “Blaine…”

“Come on. I’ll take the ass even. All you have to do is roll a condom down your dick and f*ck her. That’s it. You do that for me and she’ll do anything else for me. I want to get lost between her tits, man.”

“Not me,” Landon said. “Not tonight. I’ve got too much going on.”

“You’re breaking my heart.”

Landon passed the joint to Blaine and asked, “Since when do you care about rules? You order her around. She’s a reliever, man.”

“Yeah. I just wanted to play nice so I can go crazy on her later.”

“Just take her and tell her I’ll be there soon. Start without me, if you get my drift. Do what you need to do and then make up some shit about me needing to go out on a call. Who gives a f*ck? It’s just *.”

Blaine slapped the bar and laughed. “Just *. Right. Is that what’s in your room? Just *?”