Empty Secrets (Back Down Devil MC #5.5)(21)

Lena made it out of the lot and turned to the right. She made it out. That was the first part of this plan. The second part was to find a vehicle. She could just bust into a car and go for it… maybe think of something else. Or just start moving.

Lena walked two steps when she saw a black car approach and stop. The doors opened and the two men that climbed out put Lena in a state of total paralyzation. They were big, they were in suits, and they were ready for a fight. To make matters worse, they took their suit jackets off, showing that they were wearing weapons.

Bottom line… they were Victor’s men.

They were right here, ready to get Lena.

Maybe Lena should have just ran to the big guys and took her punishment. But the want and desire to survive got the best of her. Slowly, she started to back up. She put her hands out and kept going, step by damn step, until she reached the gate. She retraced her steps right back into the lot of the Back Down Devil MC compound.

Lena pulled the gate shut and swallowed the lump in her throat. She was shaking with fear, wondering what the hell to do next.

Jett. I need Jett. I need him…

Lena spun around and let out a scream.

“Hey there.”

It was Miller. The President of Back Down Devil MC.

“People are coming. Two men. They have guns.”

“You seem terrified,” Miller said.

“They have guns.”

“They might be friends of mine. Right?”

Lena shook her head. “No… they…”

Miller grinned. “So your memory is back?”

Lena felt her stomach drop and flip.

“What’s going on out there?”

Lena recognized the voice as Jett’s. She saw him walking toward the scene.

Miller turned and said, “Seems like she remembers a lot more than we know.”

“Jett, they’re here,” Lena said. “Two of Victor’s guys. They…”

“What are you doing out there?” Jett asked.

Lena saw the hurt on Jett’s face. He knew what she was doing out here. It was obvious… trying to make a run for it.

“I don’t want anyone hurt,” Lena said. “I’m sorry. I just…”

“Fuck,” Jett growled. “Miller, we have to hide her.”

“Do we?” Miller asked. “If these men are here for her…”

“Christ, don’t do this,” Jett said. “Let me handle this.”

“Let you handle it,” Miller said. “Like you’ve been doing? So what do we have here? A liar? A rat?”

“I’m not a rat,” Lena said. “I didn’t… they attacked me. I stabbed Victor. I was knocked out. Jett helped me…”

“Miller,” Jett said. “We can figure this out.”

“I guess we have no choice,” Miller said.

He gave a nod and Lena turned. The two men were at the gates. Their shoulders massive, their arms even bigger. Their faces cut like stone. They were almost robotic and were paid to be that way. Everything they did was programmed by command from Victor. Lena wasn’t sure if their presence meant Victor was alive or dead.

“No,” Lena said.

“What do you want?” Miller asked.

“Her,” they both said at the same time.

Lena saw them reaching for their weapons. She started to shake, realizing the guy on the left was the one who had knocked her out. The entire night replayed in her mind. From poor Annie spilling cold coffee on her hand, to stabbing Victor, to waking up with Jett hovered over her.

She then heard the sound of a gun go off and saw the big guy on the left jump back and grab at his shoulder.

“Next one’s in the head,” Jett yelled.

Lena then watched as Jett walked forward, gun drawn. Miller was suddenly quick to pull out his gun, both of them pointing their weapons at the men at the gate.

“Get the f*ck out of here,” Miller growled. “You have no business.”

“That we do,” the man who wasn’t shot said. “We have to get her. We have to take her.”

“Then f*cking kill me and take her,” Jett said.

“We will. Trust me, we will.”

The man shot held his shoulder and growled. There was blood on his hand as he tried to stop the bleeding.

“Is Victor dead?” Lena managed to ask.

“No,” the shot man said. “And he’s going to get you.”

A second later there was the sound of shotguns pumping.

Lena looked back and saw there were ten other guys standing there. Back Down Devil MC protecting their compound. Their space. Their lives. Their club.

“No more warnings,” Miller said.

“You’re starting a fight you cannot win,” the shot man said. “We come with a warning… two of us with weapons. Now… good luck.”

The two men turned and walked away.

Miller looked over his shoulder. “Jace. Take two prospects and make sure they f*cking leave. Now!”

Lena stepped back and tried to get out of the way. She felt something touch her back and she jumped.

“Don’t move,” Jett’s voice growled.

“Is that your gun?” Lena asked.

“Fucking right it is. What the f*ck were you thinking?”