Outlaw Revenge (Back Down Devil MC #1)(29)

Blaine stepped toward Belle and ran a hand through her hair. “Are you going to play nice?”

“You’re the boss now,” Belle whispered. “Anything you want.”

“Anything?” Blaine asked.

“Careful with that,” Gaige said. “Blaine is a sick f*ck.”

Gaige heard Blaine unzipping his pants as he pulled the door shut. It wouldn’t lock, but he knew Blaine wouldn’t give a f*ck. He’d have sex in the middle of the street if it meant getting *.

Gaige carefully left the hotel, trying to plan his next move.

He needed to find Eight Under and find the * who killed Emily’s friend. And he needed to find Max and take care of that situation too.

Gaige looked up at the hotel and wondered if Blaine really wasn’t in the right mindset lately. He was focused on himself and his cock. When the club needed him he did what he needed to, and then it was right back to his cock.

As Gaige rode back to clubhouse, he had the sudden feeling that someone was following him. He checked his mirror and saw a black SUV trailing two cars behind.

“Fuck,” Gaige whispered.

Gaige cut to the right and passed two cars. He checked his mirror again and watched the black SUV perform the same move. He was definitely being followed. The last thing Gaige needed was some kind of shootout right on a main street. The less attention on the MC the better right now.

At the next intersection, Gaige made a hard right. He cut off a few cars and listened to the blaring of horns. He looked again and saw the black SUV slam its brakes and peel to the right to follow. Gaige sped up and knew what he had to do.

Gaige never backed down from a fight.

He sped to the end of the road and made another right. From there, he took a left onto a long stretch of road. There wasn’t much traffic at all and it led right to where he and Nate killed two of the Eight Under crew. But Gaige wasn’t going out that far. He pulled over and took out his phone, calling Nate for backup.

The black SUV came to a skidding halt.

Nate would never make it to Gaige in time, but in case these *s kidnapped him or did something stupid, the club would knew where to start.

Gaige pulled his gun out and pointed it at the driver.

“Hands up!” he yelled.

The driver listened.

“Put the back window down,” Gaige ordered

The driver put the window down and Gaige shook his head.

It was Mr. Strokner.

“You seem to be running like you’re hiding something,” Mr. Strokner said.

“I just don’t like to be followed,” Gaige said. “Is that a problem?”

“Hardly,” Mr. Strokner said. “The real problem is where I’m going right now.” Mr. Strokner looked at Gaige. “Do you know where I’m going?”

“No. Why would I give a shit?”

“I’m on my way to a funeral home. I get to pick out a casket today. For my daughter.”

Gaige lowered his gun. “Look, I’m really sorry about your daughter. The police came by the club already. We don’t know what happened, okay?”

“It’s a damn shame that you and your friends don’t understand the power of relationships. What they mean. What they create. Just because I prefer a suit jacket over a leather jacket doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.”

“If you need something from me, just spill it. I don’t have f*cking time for this game.”

“Game,” Mr. Strokner said. “Sure. A game.”

Mr. Strokner reached to the passenger seat and waved. Someone put a piece of paper in his hand.

“This is something I’ve been looking at for some time,” Mr. Strokner said. “A large parcel of land, not too far from here. I’m wondering if I can bring some residential and commercial life out here. I mean, why not, right?”

“I’m not in your line of business,” Gaige said.

“I beg to differ,” Mr. Strokner said.

He held out the piece of paper. Gaige looked at it and swallowed hard. The land was where Back Down Devil did a lot of business. And by business, it was where a lot of bodies had been buried. As far as Gaige knew, the land belonged to the club, but he knew Mr. Strokner was powerful enough to get what he wanted.

“My daughter is dead,” Mr. Strokner said. “And it’s funny how her best friend was seen on the back of your motorcycle. Now, I can obsess about this. I can get lost in grief. Or maybe I can just continue my life. In honor of my slain daughter.”

“What the f*ck do you want?” Gaige asked.

Mr. Strokner’s lip curled. “I want to know who did this. Who pulled that f*cking trigger… over and over… bullet after f*cking bullet… and why was my daughter messing around with scum f*cks like you.”

“Hey, f*ck you,” Gaige said.

He took a step and then a gun was pointed at him. A man sitting next to Mr. Strokner leaned across and stared at Gaige.

“Everyone needs protection it seems,” Mr. Strokner said. “It’s a shame the world has come to this.”

“I can’t help you,” Gaige said. “The police are investigating. What more do you want?”

“The truth,” Mr. Strokner said. “I want to look into the eyes of the person who killed my daughter. If you happen to stumble across the truth, I’m sure you’ll be in contact with me. I’ll be busy plotting out that land… you know, it’s kind of funny how all men think they can bury their secrets. Yet all it takes is a little bit of money to bring them to light.”