Never Love An Outlaw (Deadly Pistols MC #1)(143)

I fought them all, kicking and screaming like a mad man. Even colossal Tank strained to hold me down, pushing me to the ground with all his might, snarling like a wolverine as he kneed me in the spine and grabbed at my hands.

Fuck. The * finally managed to get a strong hold on me and I couldn't move. Stinger and one-eyed Moose stepped away cautiously, leaving me face-to-face with Blaze. The Devils' Prez grabbed me by the forehead and turned my head up, forcing me to look at him.

“Saffron just spilled the f*cking beans,” he growled. “My old lady got her goddamned truck jacked by yours, but you don't see me going nuclear. Damn it, boy, settle the f*ck down.”

My muscles were shaking. I forced myself to relax – the only damned way I was getting out of this. Blaze looked me up and down, then nodded to Tank, who gave a reluctant grunt and released me.

I stood up, brushing the dirt off my cut. All four Devils looked like they wanted to cut my ass to pieces every time they saw my colors on their home turf. Too f*cking bad, because this wasn't coming off except when I stripped down and showered, or f*cked my girl senseless.

And now, because I hadn't stayed with her, I might never get to f*ck her again. Fuck!

I spun and clocked Tank right in the jaw. The giant's head snapped back, and I pushed through them before any of the others could grab me, heading for my truck's open door.

“Jesus Christ!” Blaze roared. “After his stupid ass!”

I had one foot in the driver's seat before Tank caught up to me. I knew I was screwed before the giant's fist found the back of my skull.

One deafening blow and the blackness swallowed me, turning everything jagged and red to smooth, dark shadows.

“Brass.” Someone snapped his fingers next to my ear. “Wake your ass up!”

“Blaze...” A woman's voice said

I opened my eyes and saw him standing over me. At his side, some blondie in scrubs, probably the one named Emma I'd heard about. She was Tank's old lady and the club medic. Behind her, standing against the wall, there was a dark haired beauty and my sis.

They looked at me like I was a f*cking ghost. I sat up, and instantly felt the straps binding my arms.

“Hey! What the f*ck!?”

This was not what I needed. Shit, how many precious hours had I lost being laid out here in their infirmary? All while that sick sonofabitch had my girl at the clubhouse, doing God knows what?

“We'll let you go when we know you can be a good boy,” Tank growled behind me, out of my line of vision. “You want me to give him the medicine, boss?”

Blaze nodded. Something strong in a glass pushed its way to my lips and I f*cking choked. Tank held my mouth shut like a dog, making me swallow it. I thrashed, thinking I'd been poisoned.

No, not poison. It was just Jack. Sweet, smooth, strong whiskey, something I thought I might never taste again.

“Fuck,” I grunted between my teeth.

“We're giving you a shot to calm your ass down,” Blaze said. “We're damned lucky Blackjack's a chiller dude than you. I gave him a call, and he's gonna work like hell to get your girl away from Fang. We're all on the same page, so you can stop worrying we're gonna hold you down and slit your throat. Tempting as that would be.”

“Get her away? Fuck, you need to stop her, Blaze. Tell Blackjack to sit by the highway, make her pull over before she gets into town...”

Stinger stepped up next to Blaze and grinned. “You've been out all f*cking day, *. One of your brothers down there saw her drive in, but he couldn't do shit about it by himself. It was too late to stop her from rolling right into the bear's den.”

His harsh words almost set me off again. Almost. The whiskey definitely helped soothe the radioactive fire bristling in my blood, throbbing in my chest, ready to beat its way out of me.

Save it, you f*cking fool, I told myself. Save it for the f*cks who really deserve it. Not these Prairie Pussies.

“Just let me up,” I said, resisting the urge to bolt up and punch every one of those f*cks in their smug jaws the instant I could.

Blondie looked at Blaze. “I think it's time. We can't keep him strapped down here forever, Blaze.”

The Devils' Prez looked down at me and nodded. Tank hovered over me, undoing the straps on my arms.

“You're a prick, but you gave as good as you got, Brass. Good hook. Hard fist. I can respect that shit.” The giant motioned to the bruise I'd left on his face.

I grunted, halfway amused. He was right there to knock me out again if I did anything stupid. I sat up, fighting to let go of the anger. I looked at Blaze.

“They've got my old lady. We need to ride tonight.”

“Already working on it. You think I've been standing here jacking off while you were dreaming?” Cocky as ever, he gave me a fierce wink. “Unfortunately, there's no chance in hell we'll have time to pick up any guys from Dakota to help us out. It's just us, plus all the men you've got playing freedom fighter in Redding.”

My heart tightened. Steep odds. Blackjack told me about a third of the local guys deserted after our mutiny, but Fang still had numbers on his side. Possibly huge f*cking numbers if the charters all along the west coast decided to stay loyal and send in reinforcements.

Whatever. Shit odds were nothing new to me. Having a woman on the line was, and not just any, but the one I cared for more than anything else in this f*cked up world.