Crash and Burn (Back Down Devil MC #2)(42)

Erik slowly got into the car as Miller and Blaine got back on their motorcycles. Miller gave the signal and it was time to travel back to the MC lot. He and Blaine started up and Gaige and Nate rode next. This time, as a sign of protection and love, Shay’s car went next, followed by Landon, Griffin, and Jace. As they rode, Landon found himself slipping back into thoughts about Avery. She had a fierce grip around him. She unlocked her fingers and had one hand on his stomach and her other hand just a little bit too far down. Landon was hard and it was uncomfortable in his jeans while trying to ride. Landon gripped his motorcycle tight and stared straight ahead. He couldn’t ignore the thought in his head.

I really f*cking love this woman.





twenty-two.



Avery was moved by the scene of Erik leaving the hospital. This was what a real MC was about. They weren’t just bullies or drunks or pigs looking for a f*ck. They were real men who treated each other with love and respect. They were indeed a brotherhood. It was the kind of place Avery wanted to be even if that meant doing something that scared the hell out of her. She couldn’t put her finger on what was happening with Landon, but she couldn’t leave. That much she knew. Even when he pulled her close and then pushed her away, Avery knew it had to have more meaning. It wasn’t Landon just being a dick to her. It was so much more.

Maybe he was nervous for her. Maybe he felt guilty about asking her to help the MC. Whatever it was, Avery wanted to make sure she could do it. She would show Landon and the MC that she could help them. More so, she wanted to show herself that what Bry had done to her wasn’t going to stay with her forever.

Holding Landon’s body turned Avery on. Even though they were just on a ride, it didn’t matter. She wondered what it would be like to touch his cock while he rode. Could it work? Could she stroke him hard and fast? How dangerous was it?

Her mind wouldn’t stop. Her panties clung to her body as she began to think about all the sexual favors she and Landon had done for each other. From that first time she sucked him dry to their wild episodes in the shower where they f*cked so hard and so long that they used all the hot water in the entire clubhouse. And even then, when the water ran cold, Landon just carried her to the bed and kept f*cking her.

One thing that struck Avery was how peaceful and soothing the motorcycle was. The rumbling of the motor and the fresh air were a great freedom. Avery understood what it meant and how it felt. She sat up as straight as she could to look over Landon’s shoulder and watch the world before her. There was a large curve ahead and from the distance, it looked like the road came to an end. The illusion was pretty cool until they made it around the curve.

There was a biker on each side of the road, standing there with guns up, pointed, and eager to shoot.

Everyone began to hold up, turning their motorcycles, trying to shield themselves from the bullets that started to fly. Avery watched Gaige get in front of Miller to protect him. Shay cut the wheel on the car and swerved off the side of the road. Bullets flew and hit the back windows of the car. The rest of the crew did their best to avoid being shot as Avery screamed one thing into Landon’s ear.

“Bry!”

He stood there on the right side of the road, unloading his gun. The one good thing about him being a drunk * was that he couldn’t really shoot.

“Help me,” Avery yelled. “Landon…”

The motorcycle didn’t come to stop. Instead, the engine roared even more. Landon sped up and went straight at Bry. It was a goddamn suicide attempt, only Bry didn’t have the balls to stand there and shoot at Landon. He jumped out of the way and fell to his ass. The guy across the street was the same one from the alley. Avery couldn’t remember his name. Dave? Lenny?

Landon spun the motorcycle around and killed the engine. He got off and pulled at Avery. She crashed to the ground, the dirt and rocks cutting her hands.

“Stay the f*ck down,” Landon said.

Landon pulled a gun and Bry put his hands out. Avery was on her knees, looking over the motorcycle. The rest of the MC was starting to gather themselves and Avery feared the worst for Bry. Then again, she wanted to see it. For all those times he attacked her. All those times he hit her. All those times he forced himself upon her.

The bleep of a siren made Avery jump and she looked back to see a police car pulling up to the scene. And there was Landon with a gun in his hand. Bry on the ground. The MC scattered around the road.

“Fuck,” Avery whispered.

The door to the cop car opened and a man jumped out, gun drawn, ordering Bry’s man across the street to drop his gun and kick it away. He listened and then dropped to his knees. Avery watched Miller running toward Bry’s man on his knees. Miller stood with his hand on his gun, nodding at the officer. When the officer turned, Avery saw the word Chief on his uniform.

Oh… shit…

“Landon!” the chief yelled. “Stand down.”

Landon didn’t move. The rest of the MC stood around, waiting for something to happen. Avery slowly rose to her feet.

“This isn’t about you,” Bry said. “It’s about the girl. Let me do what I have to do.”

“What’s that?” Landon asked. “Beat her? Rape her?”

Bry looked at Avery and Avery’s blood ran cold. She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself.

“Fuck you,” Bry said to Avery.