Outlaw Revenge (Back Down Devil MC #1)

Outlaw Revenge (Back Down Devil MC #1)

London Casey





one.



Night had fallen, and it was time to get to business.

Gaige put a cigarette to his lips and lit it. He took the first drag to make sure the smoke was lit; the second drag was for the taste. He then handed the lit cigarette to his best friend, Nate.

"Let me get another one," Gaige said.

He repeated the same process and then crouched down. He balanced the lit cigarette on the edge of a small fence. He reached up and took the other smoke from Nate and did the same.

When he stood up, he patted Nate on the back. "Come on, bro, let's hang back."

The two of them walked to their motorcycles, hidden in the darkness of Frelen, California. The night was comfortable, not too cool and not too warm.

Gaige leaned against his motorcycle and crossed his arms.

"When is this going down?" Nate asked.

"Ten minutes," Gaige said. "Two are coming up from the south to cut the deal. They'll see the lit smokes and come to investigate."

"Then we shoot?" Nate asked.

"Yeah, bro, we shoot."

"I need a cigarette," Nate said.

Gaige put a hand out. "Can't. We're invisible right now. Keep it that way."

Gaige looked around and let out a sigh. So much shit had been going on within the motorcycle club lately it was hard to keep up. Maybe there had never been a time when things were easy and smooth for the Back Down Devil MC, but now, rightfully so, everything going on fell on his shoulders he was second in line to the head of the table for the entire club. Miller still had plenty of life in his aged body, but some of his decisions lately had been a little crazy. He took risks as if he was in his twenties, putting a lot of guys in danger. Then again, with danger came money. Lots of money. And with money came power. Lots of power.

"We have to keep this place cleaned up," Gaige said. "It's important for all of us."

"Miller okay with all this?"

"He wants these *s taken out. Doesn't matter how we do it. Hopefully this will send a message."

"Speaking of sending," Nate said. "What if they show up with more than two?"

Gaige pushed from his motorcycle and punched Nate in the shoulder. "We improvise then, bro. Don't worry. They'll be here..."

In the distance there was a rumbling.

"Sounds like they're here right now," Nate said.

"Just stay still and follow my lead," Gaige said. He took his gun out and looked off in the distance.

Lights followed the sounds. Gaige counted one, two, three lights.

"Fuck," he whispered.

"We got more than planned," Nate said.

"Not a problem. Run it the same."

As arranged, the motorcycles pulled to the side of the road and cut their engines. Their voices kicked up, but Gaige couldn't make out what they were saying. He started to walk, tugging at Nate's leather to get his attention to follow.

Quietly, they crept along the ground, Gaige keeping his eyes on the men as they approached the fence.

"Hello," one of them called out.

"Yo, guys," another said.

"What the f*ck is this?" the third voice asked. "Where are they?"

"We're a minute early," the first one said. "Trust me, this will work. We'll get the drugs and the money."

"Hey, what's that right there?" one asked.

The three men spotted the lit cigarettes. It was exactly what Gaige needed to have happen. Walking slow, he and Nate approached the men as they got the fence.

"What the... it's cigarettes," one of them said.

"Is that a sign?" another asked.

"Yeah, it is," Gaige said.

All hell broke loose.

The men turned, drawing their weapons. Gaige shot once, taking the one closest to him to the ground with a bullet through his head. Nate shot and one of the two remaining men let out a groan of pain. The men started to return fire, but they were so flustered and the shots really weren't aimed. Gaige took a chance and ran forward, tackling one of the men. He hit the guy in the face with his gun. When the guy tried to fight back Gaige hit him again and again...

"Stay the f*ck down," Gaige ordered.

Nate came by Gaige and grabbed the third man by the shirt. He pulled him to his gun and pointed it right between his eyes.

Gaige stood up.

"What's the plan?" Nate asked.

"Pull the trigger," Gaige said.

That's all Nate needed to hear. The gun went off, the guy's head snapped back, and when Nate let him go, the guy collapsed to the ground.

Dead.

That left one guy alive.

Nate pointed his gun to the man and Gaige grabbed his arm.

"Don't do it," Gaige said.

"What? Why?"

"Let's send a message," Gaige said.

He reached down and grabbed the man by his shirt. He pulled him up and in the moonlight Gaige could see the blood rushing down his face.

"You want to run drugs through Frelen?" Gaige asked.

"Fuck you," the man said.

Gaige slammed his head forward and connected hard with the man's face. The man cried out.