Crash and Burn (Back Down Devil MC #2)(48)

Avery smiled.

She knew that wasn’t true. This guy was nothing compared to Landon and never would be. And this guy would never f*ck Avery. Even if it cost Avery her life, she wouldn’t just open her legs for someone ever again.

Charles took Avery to the car and he knocked on the driver’s window. It slowly came down a few inches.

“Open the door for myself and my date,” Charles said.

Avery looked at the eyes looking at her.

No way…

The door opened and Shay stepped out. Avery’s jaw dropped. He was in a full suit, with a driver’s hat and everything. He walked with his head down and opened the door. Charles let Avery into the car first. As Avery climbed in, Shay gave her a stern look.

Avery slid across the seat and Charles got in next. He slid right to her and pulled her on top of him.

“Sit on my lap,” Charles said. “So you can feel me getting hard.”

The door shut and the driver got into the car. He didn’t speak, but Shay looked in the mirror, waiting for Charles’s destination. Avery saw Shay’s eyes and let out a shuddering breath.

“Are you nervous?” Charles asked.

“A little,” Avery said. “I’ve never done this before…”

“Oh, a virgin.”

“Well, I’m not a virgin,” Avery said.

Charles stroked her hair and touched her shoulders. “Tonight, you are. You’re my virgin. And I’m going to f*ck you dry.”

The car started to move and the night began.

Avery took a deep breath and allowed Charles to continue to touch her. It took all her effort not to throw an elbow and smash his face in. But she needed to be strong. For herself. For Landon. For the MC.

This was her life now, but as long as her night ended in Landon’s arms, it was all worth it.





twenty-five.



Landon sat in a small jail cell on the edge of the shitty mattress, waiting for someone to come get him. He hadn’t been expecting to be thrown into a cell like this. Something was definitely going on. Inside, Landon was pissed off. He wanted to tear the f*cking door off the cell so he could find the * witness and end this shit.

The eerie silence of the jail drove Landon mad. He thought about the MC and what they were preparing to do. Had Gaige f*cked up with Strokner? Maybe. Maybe not. The MC wasn’t in the business of killing people for fun or favors, but sometimes that’s what needed to be done.

He thought about Jonesy scouring houses looking for the people who tried to take out Shay. He thought about Erik’s face and how dark things were going to be for him for a long time.

Of course all thoughts led right back to Avery. She hadn’t just become a part of his life, she had become his life. It was about Back Down Devil and Avery. His heart, his mind, his cock… everything pulsed.

Whistling echoed and a few seconds later, Chief Jerry stood at the cell door.

“I like this sight,” Chief said.

“Fuck off, Jerry. Let me out of here.”

“Brought you in for questioning. Heard there was a problem out there today.”

“Yeah, funny. What the f*ck is this?”

Jerry put a key into the lock. “I’m transferring you to another cell. I have a couple guys coming in on drug related charges.”

Landon stood and walked to the door. Jerry opened the cell and put a hand to Landon’s chest. “Listen to me carefully.”

“Sure thing, Chief.”

“Make it quick. I’m giving you a minute. Literally a minute. If it isn’t done, then it won’t be. Got it?”

“You’ll sink with us,” Landon said.

“No, I won’t. I questioned him already. Took a full statement. I’m the good guy here. You’re the murderer.”

Landon smiled. “We’re all murderers, Jerry. Hey, how’s your son doing?”

“Good. Trying to sit up on his own.”

“Good for you, Chief. Now, take me away.”

Landon put his hands behind his back. Jerry cuffed him and led him to another cell. The action looked legit, although the intentions were anything but. Jerry grabbed the chains of the cuffs and pulled. The pain made Landon growl. Jerry pushed Landon against the jail cell. The metal pressed against his face, and it actually hurt thanks to the cuts and bruises from the fights.

“Fuck you,” Landon growled to Jerry.

“Fuck me? Yeah. Good luck, *.”

Jerry took the cuffs off Landon’s wrists and then placed something into his hand. Landon made a fist and let Jerry throw him into the cell.

Landon stumbled and stared at the guy sitting on the bed.

The * who was with Bry.

“One minute,” Jerry yelled and then began to whistle.

Landon’s blood boiled.

“What the f*ck are you looking at?” the guy asked. “Why the f*ck did they put us together? You’re going down, man. You’re…”

“Did you know what Bry did to her?” Landon asked.

“What?”

“You heard the f*cking question, *. Did you know…?”

“Look, man, we all knew whatever we wanted,” the guy said. “Okay? She’s a f*cking bar slut. That’s all…”

Landon threw a fist at him. His head bounced back and hit the wall. The man crumbled to the ground. He looked up, ready to scream, and Landon kicked him in the stomach. That knocked the wind out of him so he couldn’t scream.