Outlaw Revenge (Back Down Devil MC #1)(32)

“Okay,” Miller said. “We approach the situation with a plan to kidnap. I don’t care right now how much blood we spill of others in Eight Under. But the shooters, take them alive.”

Miller looked around the table and then stood up.

The meeting was over.

The table cleared out and Gaige went to the bar for a drink. He had a shot and then took out a smoke. Down the hall Emily was tucked into his bed. She was safe there. Inside, Gaige had no real idea how he was going to find this Max guy and take him out. He couldn't allow Emily to live in fear and look over her shoulder all the time. She wasn’t even safe at work anymore.

“You are deep in thought,” Nate said as he sat next to Gaige.

“Fucking deep,” Gaige said. “Too f*cking deep, maybe.”

“Women will do that to you, man.”

“Yeah. I keep telling myself that Blaine has the right idea in life.”

“No. Blaine is a f*cked up guy with a big heart. You don’t want to be Blaine.”

Gaige laughed. “Good point. You good with what we talked about in the meeting?”

“Maybe I won’t go,” Nate said.

“Like f*ck,” Gaige said. “We need you there man. You’re the one who could really rattle their chains, right? They take one look at you and it means business.”

“Or bullets,” Nate said.

“They won’t draw on us,” Gaige said. “You have to be there.”

Nate slowly nodded. “Yeah, okay. I’ll be there.”

Miller approached Gaige and Nate and put his arms around both of them. “We’re suiting up within the hour. I want to do this today. I’m sick of waiting.”

“Got it,” Gaige said.

Miller walked away and Gaige stood.

“I hope this f*cking works,” Nate said. “Too much going on right now. I like it calm and quiet.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll get it. I’m going to get Emily. She’s coming with us.”

“The girl? Seriously?”

“Yes,” Gaige said. “Let them see the look on Emily’s face when we say what Eight Under did. Plus, I don’t want her alone if I can help it.”

“Bigger problems?” Nate asked.

“She has an ex threatening to kill her. Some f*cking biker. You heard what happened with the hotel and Blaine, right?”

“Yeah. That poor woman.”

Gaige laughed. “This Max guy is f*cked in the head. He needs a bullet to even things out.”

Gaige walked to his room and the second he saw Emily, his heart swelled. She was the peace in the middle of the hell all around him.

“Hey, beautiful,” Gaige said.

“How did your meeting go?”

“We have business to take care of,” Gaige said.

“Are you leaving?”

Gaige nodded. “You’re coming with us though.”

“I’m… what?”

“I need you to meet these guys.”

“What guys?”

“Another crew. Bunch of pussies if you ask me, but they have dealings with the Eight Under MC. They can help us find the guy who shot your friend. But I need you there, for sympathy.”

Emily moved toward Gaige, her face pale. “What if something happens?”

“Nothing is going to happen,” Gaige said. “I’ll protect you. You know that.”

“I know. I trust you.”

“That’s right. You f*cking trust me. Now trust that we’re going to meet these *s and they’ll help us find the other *s.”

“Okay,” Emily said.

Gaige gently touched Emily’s face. His fingers caressed her cheeks. “Just so f*cking perfect.”

Gaige kissed Emily. He meant to kiss her once, but that was impossible to do. Emily’s lips were divine and her tongue was slippery and sultry. As they kissed, Gaige pressed himself against Emily, showing her what she was doing to him.

A knock at the door ended the kiss.

“Bro, time to fly,” Blaine called.

“Got it,” Gaige yelled back. He looked at Emily. “Fuck.”

“Fuck.”

Outside, Gaige gave Emily his helmet and they got on the motorcycle together. Miller rode first, Blaine next to him. Gaige was in the middle as Nate, Griffin, and Shay rode in a trio behind Gaige.

The six motorcycles growled through the streets, calling attention. Gaige knew it made a lot of people uneasy to see so many motorcycles at once. In the past, problems within the MC’s have spilled onto Main Street, but Back Down Devil had done their best to ensure those kinds of situations were rare.

At the end of a pier, the motorcycles all pulled up into a line. Standing just a few yards away was a small group of guys. Three weren’t wearing shirts, two were loose muscle shirts, all for the purpose of showing off the steroid aided muscles the crew of Coast Road MC possessed.

Gaige hated these f*cking guys. They preyed on drugs and women on the beach.

Miller took the lead and shook hands with the leader of the other crew.

“Lenny, good to see you,” Miller said.

Lenny’s aged, but still large, muscles flexed as he shook Miller’s hand. “Are we going to keep this quiet?”

“My guys are fine,” Miller said. “I think we share common ground.”