Outlaw Revenge (Back Down Devil MC #1)(38)

Emily laid her head on Gaige’s shoulder. He reached and touched her cheek.

“I can’t believe you’re so f*cking drunk right now,” Gaige said.

Emily laughed. “Blame Blaine.”

“I do. You’re lucky you didn’t end up in his bed.”

“I think that’s the scariest place in the world.”

“Yeah, probably.” Gaige turned and looked at Emily. “I will kill Max for you. But I have something else I want to tell you…”

“What?”

Gaige’s face was stern as he looked at Emily. “You’re going to be there. You’re going to see it happen.”

Emily wasn’t sure how to actually process those words. She felt dumbfounded. She blinked and a stray tear fell from her eye.

“I’m going to…”

Gaige nodded. “Yes. I’m going to show you that Max is dead. I’m going to prove my promise to you, beautiful.”

“I believe you,” Emily said. “I don’t need…”

“You do,” Gaige said. He took Emily’s hand. “I want you to look into his eyes and see the fear he made you feel, because when his life ends, so does the fear. For good. Got it?”

Emily slowly nodded. This man was going to kill someone for her.

“Now f*cking kiss me,” Gaige said.

Emily moved to Gaige and kissed him. Hard. Fast. Drunk kisses that were filled with passion and emotion that Gaige may not have understood, but Emily did.

She was in love with him.





twenty.



Gaige lined up the eight ball with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. Blaine stood at the corner pocket, slowly unzipping his pants. Gaige smiled and shook his head.

“Does nothing for me,” Gaige said. “Or to me.”

“Fine,” Blaine said.

Gaige eyed Blaine as he snapped his fingers at a reliever on the couch. She took her shirt off and turned around, cupping her bare breasts. She walked to the pool table and bent down. She pinched her own nipples and tried to tease Gaige with a show.

Focused on the eight ball, Gaige shot and the ball hit and sunk with ease.

“Game,” Gaige said.

He tossed the pool stick to the table and took the cigarette from his mouth. He grabbed his beer resting on another corner pocket of the table and drank from it.

“Fuck, bro,” Blaine said. He put his arm around the reliever and pointed to Gaige. “You’re in love, bro. That’s what this shit is.”

“Say that again?” Gaige asked.

“I’ve got a f*cking sexy bitch here, shaking her tits, and you manage to make the shot. What the f*ck is that?”

“Focus,” Gaige said.

“Fuck that. You’re * whipped.”

Gaige opened his mouth and from the corner of his eye he saw Emily at the bar next to Nate. She was sipping a beer. He smiled when he saw her.

“Look at that face,” Blaine said. “* whipped.”

“I have a * you could whip,” the reliever chimed in.

Gaige laughed and watched Blaine grab her by the mouth and smile. “Yeah? You want me to take care of that *?”

They retreated to wherever they were going. Gaige leaned against the pool table and finished his smoke and beer. He couldn’t keep his eyes off Emily. Yeah, she was f*cking beautiful. Yeah, he really felt for her, but he wasn’t f*cking * whipped. That wasn’t Gaige’s style. Not now and certainly not ever. So why did he suddenly want to kill for her?

Gaige finished his beer and left it on the pool table. Someone would clean it up for him. Gaige walked to Nate and gave him a shove. Nate and Emily looked back at Gaige.

“Need to talk to you, bro,” Gaige said. He looked at Emily. “Stay here.”

Emily nodded.

Nate stood and Gaige started to walk. He led the way to the meeting room. When he opened the door, the table was empty. To think about the lives spared and the lives taken based on the decisions that had been made in was intense.

Gaige leaned against the corner of the table and crossed his arms.

“We need to f*cking take care of this now,” Gaige said.

“Take care of what?” Nate asked.

“This Eight Under problem. I can’t let this go right now. Not after they tried to shoot us. They gunned down one of their own like he was nothing. That’s dangerous territory for a crew.”

“They’re *s, man,” Nate said. “That shouldn’t surprise you.”

“This Vinny guy needs to go. He’s the one who pulled that trigger…”

“Fuck,” Nate said. He took out a smoke and lit it. “You’re so worried about this because of Emily.”

“Fuck yeah I am,” Gaige said. “She’s afraid and it’s not fair.”

“We have a plan. Miller is waiting for a call…”

“I’m going there,” Gaige said. “I’ll go alone if I have to.”

“Go where?”

“Eight Under compound. Settle this shit. They have to know what he did. And if Eight Under was in agreement of it, then we have a war on our hands. If it wasn’t agreed upon, then we are doing them a favor by taking him out.”