Crash and Burn (Back Down Devil MC #2)(6)

The back of the bakery was comfortable. The bread was delicious and inside, Avery started to feel cozy. She finished the bread and sat with the dim light shining down on her. She thought of that MC and how strange it was that something blew up just as she dropped the motorcycle. Maybe that’s why she had stayed in this town. If that MC was in trouble, maybe she could help them and in return they could help her. However, she had no idea how she would be able to help though… all she was used was spreading her legs and taking orders.

Avery put her head back and let out a sigh.

“I need to change this,” she whispered. “I need to heal and get the f*ck out of here. Start over.”

It made sense. Or at least it was easy to say.

Avery closed her eyes, just for a minute, she promised herself, and whispered to herself.

No more bikers… definitely no more f*cking bikers…





four.



Miller sat at the head of the table looking angry. Everyone looked angry, and rightfully so. It felt wrong with an empty chair at the table. Erik’s chair was turned, facing Jace. Landon sat across from Erik’s empty chair and he hated the sight of it.

“Christ, those *s are ruthless,” Shay said.

Everyone had skipped the shot glasses and went for the whiskey bottles. Shay lifted the bottle and drank from it.

“They were young,” Landon said. “Too f*cking young.”

Gaige took a drag of his smoke and nodded. “Too f*cking young to be out there like that.”

“It was suicide,” Miller said.

“A f*cking sacrifice,” Blaine said as his lip curled. “That ain’t right, man. No matter the rules and the MC. That ain’t right.”

“They’re dead now,” Miller said.

“That ain’t right either,” Blaine said.

“Hey,” Shay called out, “they tried to f*cking kill us. And when we got the living one out to the road, he screamed like a goddamn baby, wanting attention. I had no choice but to pull the f*cking trigger.”

“There’s other ways,” Blaine said.

Shay stood up. Blaine followed.

“Goddamn this,” Miller shouted. He slammed his hand on the table. “Sit the f*ck down. Not in the goddamn room.”

Shay and Blaine slowly sat.

“I’m just as ready to fight,” Landon said. “But we can blow off steam after this, brothers. Right now, we need to sort this shit out.”

Gaige put out his cigarette and sipped from a whiskey bottle. “Landon’s right. We can’t let all these f*cking emotions make us do rash things.”

“Like kill people that aren’t even tatted in?” Blaine asked.

“You f*ck,” Shay growled.

“Hey,” Miller said. “The bottom line is that we all made it back to this table alive. Erik is in the hospital still recovering. I’m sure his nurse friend is still working him over.”

“How much juice can be in a man for one night though?” Griffin asked.

“A lot,” Blaine said with a smile. “And if you run dry and she’s still wet, you keep going. If she runs dry, then kick her the f*ck out and get something fresh and wet.”

“What we paid for,” Miller said, “that nurse friend is as sopping wet as the ground after a monsoon rain. She’ll f*ck Erik until he passes out… and she’ll keep going.”

“Can we get that here?” Blaine asked.

“If you pay,” Griffin said.

“How far does she go?” Blaine asked.

“Jesus Christ,” Shay said. “Can we talk business? Or just *?”

“Business is *,” Blaine said. “And * is business. Or something like that…”

The table laughed. The tension started to chip away. Landon wanted to take advantage of it before someone started throwing fists for real. He lifted his whiskey bottle and let out a whistle.

“Let’s take a second and have a drink to our brother,” he said. “To Erik. For his fierce heart to fight through this shit.”

“And to his poor cock,” Blaine said. “He’s not going to be able to walk for a week after that nurse is done with him.”

“Aye,” Shay said. “For Erik… and his cock…”

Miller smiled and shook his head. “Drink it to him. For a quick recovery, so he’ll be back in that seat.”

“And for the revenge,” Gaige added.

Landon nodded. “We will find the motherf*cker that meant to kill… and we will kill him. It takes more than a bomb to take down someone from Back Down Devil.”

“To our brother,” Nate said.

Everyone drank up and one by one, the whiskey bottles thudded against the table. Jace reached across and patted Erik’s seat.

“Back to business,” Miller said. “We’ve got Eight Under trying to rattle our asses again. Sending out guys like they did means they’re afraid of us. It also means they’re reckless. We have to be careful.”

“Did they plant the bomb?” Blaine asked.

“Fuck no,” Shay said. “That bomb was for me. Those morons at Eight Under can’t even tie their f*cking shoes. This was deep and personal.”