Empty Secrets (Back Down Devil MC #5.5)(17)

“How do you know? Do you remember something?”

Lena was trapped. Completely busted. She told herself to swing her right leg and hit Jett in the balls. Get him off her. Push him away. Scream. Yes. Scream. Scream loud. Jett was against her. Lena wasn’t supposed to know who he was. She wasn’t supposed to…

“Maybe something from last night…”

“Christ, beautiful, you’re lying to me,” Jett said. He pushed at the railing and broke away from Lena.

She felt lonely, cold.

“You’re f*cking lying,” Jett growled. “You remember everything. You remember what happened. You remember me f*cking you. You’re playing a game, Lena. I don’t play f*cking games. That’s how people lose their lives around here.”

“Are you threatening me?” Lena asked.

“I’m warning you. Right now. One chance…”

Lena wasn’t sure what to think in that moment. The rage on Jett’s face was very real. Real enough that she thought about Victor. That’s how he would get. Except Victor would attack first and ask questions later. Jett seemed to be the same type, but not around her. He held back just enough for her.

“Lena…”

“Fuck,” Lena whispered. “Fuck, f*ck, f*ck…”

Jett closed in on her again. He put his hands to the railing and stood there. He looked down at her. His eyes were on fire but had a hint of sympathy.

“I remember everything,” she whispered. “Okay? Everything. From the time I could remember up until… whatever…”

“So the blood…”

“I know whose it is.”

“Husband?” Jett asked.

“No.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Sort of.”

“We better go back inside and start talking.”





seven.



Jett sat on the end of the bed and rested his elbows on his legs. He watched a beautiful woman pacing back and forth, divulging some deep secrets, looking more and more scared by the second. She played with her hands. She played with her hair. Sometimes she stood with her back to Jett.

But it was pretty simple.

She stabbed her boyfriend, Victor, who was some connected guy with ties that ran down through California into Mexico and right back up into Vegas. None of it was a big shock to Jett. He knew how families worked. Fuck, he had been born into one and suffered through the murder of his mother by his father. All part of the family though.

“You stabbed him,” Jett said when Lena took a breath.

She turned and faced Jett. “Yeah.”

“That’s f*cking crazy.”

“I had a plan though. To do it and run. But he was always a step ahead…”

“You still got him though.”

“I stabbed him while trying to get away from him and one of his guys. I stabbed Victor and then the guy hit me.”

Jett felt his heart twist and burn. “Some guy hit you?”

“Yeah. That’s what knocked me out.”

“Someone f*cking hit you. And then just threw you over my ride.”

“Yeah. Sorry I’m not something better.”

Jett sighed and rubbed his chin. Miller wanted this chick gone. Hell, under any normal circumstance, Lena would have been long gone by now. Especially since the memory thing was a complete f*cking joke. A total lie.

“So what do I do now?” Jett asked.

“Let me go then,” Lena said. “Let me just… figure it out. Without any heat on you.”

“Throw you out there?” Jett asked. “Right into danger? This guy will kill you. Unless you’ve already killed him. If you did, he’ll have guys coming for you. Fuck, beautiful, I’m…”

“Then why?” Lena asked. “Just tell me why. What are you thinking right now?”

Jett reached forward and grabbed the top of Lena’s jeans and pulled. “I’m thinking about last night. And I want more of that. Then we can figure out a plan together. Because if you go and get caught…”

“What?”

Jett swallowed. “How do I know you won’t bring heat on the MC? Your boyfriend wants to come after us already, right? Face it, beautiful, we could maybe use you right here. Have you f*ck with him for our benefit.”

“And, what, hold me hostage?”

“Whatever it takes. You think some guys in suits are bad? You think some guys paid to kill people are bad? You don’t know what you’ve stumbled across with Back Down Devil MC. Nobody f*cks with us. Not with the war brewing outside right now.”

Jett liked having this kind of power. More so, he liked his hand holding Lena’s jeans. He wanted to f*ck her again. He wanted everything again. So he decided to just f*cking take it.

His hands slid up the shirt Lena wore. The shirt was Jett’s, but it looked better on Lena. She didn’t stop him as his hands moved over her breasts. Her bare and beautiful breasts. The stiffness of her nipples to his touch. Her face started to flush and she swallowed hard, trying to control her breathing.

“Let go,” Jett said. “Right now.”

“Or what? You going to hurt me?”

Jett shook his head. “Is that what you’re used to? Always getting hurt? You’re not going to get hurt here with me. But that doesn’t mean shit, when hell is waiting to crash through the door. All we have are seconds. That’s what I look at. Right now, the seconds are wasting.”