Outlaw Revenge (Back Down Devil MC #1)(2)

"Let's try it again," Gaige said. "Do you want to run drugs through Frelen?"

"I'm not running shit," the man said. "I was just..."

"Nate, help me here."

Gaige let the man's shirt go and he crashed back to the ground. Nate came with his massive, heavy boot and kicked the man in the side of the head. The thud was sickening and made Gaige wince.

The man grabbed his face and head. "Okay, okay..."

"You tell everyone you know that you don't f*ck with Back Down Devil MC. Got it?"

"Fine," the man said.

"You're leaving tonight alive so you can deliver that message. If I find out you don't deliver that message, I'm going to find you." Gaige reached to his side and pulled out a long knife. "Then I'm going to cut out your f*cking tongue."

"Okay, man, okay," the man said.

"Get the f*ck out of here," Gaige said.

The man scrambled to his feet and limped away, holding his face.

Gaige looked down to the bodies on the ground and shook his head.

"Fucking scum," Gaige said.

He crouched down and put his gun into the hand of the man he shot. When he nodded to Nate, Nate did the same. There would be no fingerprints from the Back Down Devil MC since Gaige and Nate were both wearing leather gloves.

Gaige stood and turned. He put a hand out and Nate took it.

"Nice kill, bro," Gaige said.

"You too, man."

Gaige went to the fence and grabbed the two cigarettes. He handed one to Nate and kept one for himself. They were still lit. Gaige took a deep drag and ran his fingers through his hair.

The night was still young and Gaige's heart was pumping.

He was in the mood to fight.





two.



Rachel opened the door to the apartment balancing two coffee containers and her car keys dangling from her mouth. Emily rushed to aid her friend, taking the top coffee. She opened it and sipped it, the hot liquid burning her tongue. Emily didn't care, she needed the caffeine. She hadn't told Rachel yet, but she hadn’t slept much in the past week or so. Not after finding out the news about her ex-boyfriend. But time would pass and so would the feelings that kept Emily awake at night. She had already started looking into another apartment, and if need be, it would be time for a name change.

"What's wrong?" Rachel asked. "You look wiped out."

"Long days."

"Too much school, girl. You're going to fry your brain."

Emily smiled and walked away. Rachel thought Emily was in school to become a psychologist when in reality Emily worked as a middle woman at an escort service. She paired up women and men for enjoyable evenings. The hours were bad, the clientele were rich *s, but the kickback from it was a lot of cash. More money than Emily would ever make at a regular job. The company continually offered Emily a position deeper in the company, meaning she would go out on dates, but Emily always refused. The money would have been much better though. If she did that for a year or two, Emily would have enough to live for a long time. She could float along the coast, live on the beach, and waste away into nothing.

Such dreams for a woman.

"We need to get out of here tonight," Rachel said.

"What?" Emily asked.

"I'm serious. No more girls night stuff. It's old, Em."

"Old? We get drunk and watch movies."

"I did that in high school."

"Yeah, me too," Emily said.

Rachel sat at the dining room table and sipped her coffee. "There's something I haven't told you."

"What's that?"

"I've kind of been talking and flirting with this guy..."

"Whore," Emily said.

"Shut up. Listen to me."

"What happened to waiting for Bobby?"

"He's in New York. There's no way he's saving himself for me. We aren't dating. We aren't anything now. He literally sends me a message online once a week. And most of the time it's something stupid. Either a quick HEY! or something he saw that made him think of me. You can tell it's forced."

"So you're out shopping," Emily said. "Who's the lucky guy?"

"Trust me, it's really nothing right now," Rachel said. "But he like really wants me."

"Wants you?"

"Yeah. He's kind of honest about that stuff."

"What? Sex?"

Rachel smiled and nodded. "He met me and told me he wanted to take me for a ride on his motorcycle and then bend me over the bike and f*ck me."

Emily raised an eyebrow. "He said that?"

"That was tame. He told me he wanted..." Rachel bit her lip and blushed.

"What did he say?"

"He told me he wanted to come all over my sexy ass and then use his tongue to finish me off."

"That's kind of wild. And maybe gross."

"It should be gross," Rachel said. "But it turns me on. Seeing him in leather. The rings on his fingers. The motorcycle. His black hair and really mean eyes. I mean, this guy would probably smack me if he wanted to... yet I like it. I want him to do what he said."

"You want him to bend you over his motorcycle and let him f*ck you?"