Crash and Burn (Back Down Devil MC #2)(46)

Miller sat at the head of the table and twisted off a cap on one of the beer bottles. He slid it down the table toward Avery.

“Have a drink. I can’t offer you a seat.”

Avery accepted the beer and sipped from it.

Miller opened his beer and drank. He put the bottle down and leaned forward, folding his hands.

“What happened?” Miller asked.

“With what?” Avery asked.

“The dead guy on the side of the road. The guy that I’m going to have pay dearly for. Who was it? Why did that need to be done?”

Avery swallowed. “His name was Bry.”

“Part of a crew?”

“His own,” Avery said. “Just a bunch of guys who drank and thought they mattered.”

“Most crews are like that. What did he do to you?”

“I…”

“Listen to me,” Miller said, “my sign of respect to you shouldn’t be mixed with the reality of who I am and what I’m capable of. I'm asking you a f*cking question and I expect a f*cking answer.”

“He hit me. He raped me. He made me feel like I had no other place to go and no chance to escape. Until I finally snapped and stole his motorcycle. I made it here, and after crashing the motorcycle, I sold it to some guy near the end of town.”

“Scrap place?” Miller asked.

“Yes. I was waiting to heal before leaving with the cash. Then I almost got caught stealing food and Landon entered my life. He was almost gunned down by some guy and I helped him. I watched him murder the guy and then he chained me to his motorcycle because he thought I had something to do with what happened in your lot.”

“Smart thinking,” Miller said. “Which brings me to another question… how do I know you weren’t part of the bombing?”

“I have no reason to bomb the MC,” Avery said. “I was running from Bry.”

“You stopped here. And you’re still here. Why?”

Avery’s heart raced now. She could see the look in Miller’s judging eyes. He did not trust her.

“Because I saw the size of Landon’s cock,” Avery said. “Is that what you want me to say?”

Miller smiled. “I knew there had to be a good reason.”

“Landon wouldn’t let me leave. He wanted me to stay so when Bry tracked me down, he could handle it.”

“Murder on the side of the road,” Miller said. “Is that what you wanted? Is that what you’re going to ask Landon to do every time you have a problem?”

“No,” Avery said. “Bry deserved that…”

Miller lifted a hand. “That I will agree with.” Miller leaned back in his chair. “Landon had to go to jail for a little while. It’s best not to worry about it, okay? He’ll be fine. Now, let’s talk about what you want to do for us.”

“Okay.”

“You can handle this?”

“Yes.”

“A woman who was… hurt… like you were,” Miller said. “Think about this long and hard. This man is going to touch you. Want you. He’s going to feel like he owns you. And in that moment, he f*cking does. You have to f*cking go with it.”

“I’ll do it,” Avery said. “I said it once and I’ll say it a hundred times. I’ll do it.”

“Let me ask… why?”

“Because Landon told me to. Because the MC needs me to. Because I don’t want to be looked at as someone who just crashes here, like those other women.”

“You’re not a reliever,” Miller said. “That much I know. If you say you can do this, then I’ll put trust in it. Just know that if you f*ck this up… it won’t just be Landon you let down.”

“Okay,” Avery said.

“And we don’t just let people who f*ck up slide. Get it?”

Avery got it. Loud and clear. If she messed up, she’d die. Looking at Miller, she realized that the hard man was giving her a chance to run. The idea seemed tempting. Avery had nothing to lose and everything in the world to possibly gain. Nobody would be chasing her down. Bry was dead, and his so-called biker club wouldn’t care enough to find him. Avery was pretty sure nobody would ever know the true fate of Bry.

Except for the guy who witnessed it.

The one in jail.

The one…

Avery gasped.

“Something wrong?” Miller asked.

“Landon is going to kill that other guy,” Avery said.

Miller stood up. He walked slowly to Avery and offered his hand. Avery took it before wondering why the hell she needed to take his hand.

“Let Landon handle himself,” Miller said. “Right now, I need you to get ready. You’re leaving in five minutes.”

“Five…”

“It’s time,” Miller said. “All you need to know is that the man’s name is Charles and he’s filthy rich and he loves to f*ck strippers. So, baby, get ready to be a stripper.”

Miller laughed and opened the door. Avery turned and walked out of the room. As Miller pulled the door shut, he offered one last piece of advice.

“Try really hard not to get killed.”

The advice sent chills through Avery’s body, but she didn’t have enough time to consider what she was about to do. She had excepted to have Landon with her the entire time, talking to her, guiding her, his strong hold on her body. She wanted him to be there in case things went wrong. Standing in a bar full of bikers, the men who made up Back Down Devil, Avery wasn’t sure if she could trust them or if they would help her.