Outlaw Revenge (Back Down Devil MC #1)(20)

Gaige stopped the motorcycle and climbed off. Emily handed him the helmet and he grabbed her wrist. “Want me to walk you in?”

“No,” Emily said. “There are no problems here.”

“I want to go in,” Blaine said.

“You’d go broke,” Emily said.

Gaige laughed. “Plus, these women don’t do what Blaine wants.”

“Ah, f*ck you two then,” Blaine said. He peeled around and took off back down the road.

“I have to go,” Gaige said. “Give me your phone.” Emily listened and Gaige programmed his number into it. “You call me if you need anything. I’ll be right here when you’re done. Give me a heads up on your hours. If anything feels off, you f*cking call me. Got it?”

“What would…”

“Fuck, beautiful,” Gaige growled. “You saw what you saw yesterday, okay? No f*cking around.”

“Okay. I won’t. I’ll text you.”

“Now f*cking kiss me.”

Emily fell into him and he groaned as he kissed her, wishing he could just make a team of guys deal with the Eight Under problem. Then he could take Emily back to his bed and have her all day.

Gaige gently pushed Emily away and nodded to the building. He waited until she was inside before getting back on his motorcycle and leaving. He shook his head. It was clear, Emily was going to probably cause more harm than good… but in the end, she’d be worth it all.





eleven.



Gaige turned into the compound and saw the police cruiser. His grip on the handlebars increased and he curled his lip. He f*cking hated dealing with the local police. They were such dicks with everything, never understanding what Back Down Devil MC did or what it meant to the town. The badge governed the police under a much different set of laws than the MC.

There was balance between the two, but it was a very loose and unstable balance.

Gaige slowed as he passed by the cruiser. He saw the chief sitting behind the wheel. Barely closing in on forty. He was tough and generally a complete * to the MC, but the last year they began to find common grounds. It was simple… as long as Back Down Devil didn’t warrant the attention, the chief wouldn’t give it to them.

Gaige parked his motorcycle and by the time he got off his bike, Blaine was walking toward him, obviously pissed off.

“What the f*ck is this about?” Blaine asked.

“What do you think? Shooting. Bodies. A dead girl. Your fingerprints all over the dead girl.”

“Ah, f*ck,” Blaine said.

“Call Miller,” Gaige said. “Get him here and then stay inside.”

“Okay, bro,” Blaine said.

Gaige took off his helmet and rubbed his face. He looked around to make sure there wasn’t some kind of sting going on. There wasn’t. There was no need for it. The business Miller ran was completely clean. The guys who handled the legitimate business had nothing to do with the MC and never would. Miller never mixed business and pleasure. The business money was legit. The MC money stayed within the MC.

Walking to the cruiser, Gaige smiled. He reached into his leather cut for a smoke knowing he’d get the chief’s attention damn fast.

The chief threw open his door and jumped out, drawing his gun.

“Put your f*cking hands up,” he bellowed.

“Jerry,” Gaige laughed. He showed the pack of cigarettes. “Just having a smoke.”

Jerry lowered his gun and tucked it away. “Fucking prick.”

“Aren’t we all?” Gaige asked.

“I have some questions,” Jerry said as he slammed the cruiser door.

“You know we generally don’t have answers,” Gaige said. “We try to keep to ourselves. It’s a MC thing, you wouldn’t get it. We don’t snoop into everyone’s business.”

“Yeah, where’s your boss?”

“I don’t have a boss,” Gaige said. “I only ever had one boss actually. My first job when I was sixteen. Stocked shelves over at Arnie’s. The old man’s kid told me I needed a haircut so I put a box cutter to this throat.”

“Take it you were fired?”

“Well, I didn’t get employee of the month that month,” Gaige said. He pulled out a smoke and lit it. He offered the pack to Jerry.

“No,” the chief said. “I quit after Anne got pregnant.”

“Oh, that’s right. Big daddy Jerry. Come on, man, have a smoke. She’ll never know. Has to be hard at night with a newborn. And a miserable wife.”

Jerry clamped his hand over Gaige’s. The chief had a fierce grip. He ripped the pack of smokes from Gaige, took one out, and put it between his lips. Gaige tossed his metal lighter to the chief. He lit the cigarette and took a deep drag.

“Damn,” Jerry whispered.

“Good stuff, I know,” Gaige said.

Jerry leaned against his cruiser while Gaige stood with a defiant stance.

In the distance Gaige heard the rumble of Miller’s motorcycle.

“Anything you want to tell me about yesterday?” Jerry asked.

“What was yesterday?”

“Don’t piss on my boots,” Jerry said.

Gaige gripped between his legs. “I don’t have to piss.”