Outlaw Revenge (Back Down Devil MC #1)(5)

"Get him!" Blaine screamed.

"He'll kill him," Gaige said. He almost felt bad for the guy. Almost.

Nate swung one last fist, a wicked uppercut that took the guy off his feet for a couple seconds. The guy came down hard on one of the cinderblocks and as the crowd ooohhh'd and cheered, two guys rushed to the guy's aid.

Just like that, the fight was over.

Nate turned, spit more blood on the ground and then raised his fists. The crowed erupted in cheers as Nate walked back to the picnic table.

"We just cleaned up nice," Blaine said.

"Yeah, we did," Gaige said. He jumped from the table and hugged Nate. "Fucking sick, brother. They didn't stand a chance."

"Nope," Nate said. He licked his teeth and spit more blood.

"Take my beer," Blaine said. "You made some money for me. I think I'll hit the strip tonight."

"Renting *?" Gaige asked.

"Best kind," Blaine said. "Unless my little friend shows up..."

Gaige handed Nate back his chain and rings. There was already a small gathering of women lurking, all wanting to take part of licking the wounds of the winners of the fights.

"I think you just secured your night, bro," Gaige said and laughed.

"Yeah. Now it's your turn."

"Yeah," Gaige said.

He turned and saw a tall, thick biker standing like some kind of statue. He had a black leather cut with IDD written across the back of it, tattoos all over his arms, a wide stance, and his thumbs in his pockets. It pissed Gaige off.

"Push me," Gaige said to Nate.

He smiled and Nate nodded. Nate tossed Gaige into the biker.

"What the f*ck, *," the biker said as he caught his balance.

"Fuck you," Gaige said.

The man made a fist and punched Gaige in the face, rings and all. The searing pain of the punch forced Gaige a few steps back.

"Whoa," Nate said.

"It's good," Gaige said. "Really good." He touched his bloody lip and smiled. "Want to do that again?" he asked the biker.

The biker showed his fist and the smear of blood on one of his rings. "Yeah. Let's do this."

"Perfect," Gaige said. He turned and faced Nate. Now it was Gaige's turn to take off his rings, his chain, his leather cut, and even his t-shirt.

"Looks like you've got your fight now," Nate said. "Could you have picked someone a little bigger?"

Gaige smiled. "He better f*cking kill me, bro. If not, I'm going to keep getting back up until he's down."

Gaige didn't need to be cocky or confident... he was that crazy and that tough.





four.



"I can't believe we're doing this," Emily said as she sat shotgun in Rachel's sports car.

The windows were down and the cool, salty air felt good against her skin. Emily’s hair danced all over the place and she had given up trying to fix it a few miles ago.

"It's fun," Rachel said. "Tough bikers duking it out. Plus, you need to get laid, girl."

"What?"

"I'm sorry, but you do. You haven't had a date in months. I mean, when was the last time you had sex?"

"Two nights ago."

"Without battery operated assistance?" Rachel winked.

Emily turned her head as her cheeks flushed. "I'm not answering that question."

"Yeah, it was probably that dumb baseball player a few months ago, wasn't it? Mr. Big League with the small baseball bat..."

Emily burst out laughing. "It wasn't that small."

"Yeah, sure. You didn't even come from him I bet. So it's been longer. You really need tonight."

"Rachel, I am not going to hook up with some biker tonight," Emily said.

Been there, done that before...

"Just go with whatever happens, please?"

Emily didn't respond. She looked out the window and in the distance she could see the beach. There was still the faintest sight of daylight as night came upon the town. People would still be on the beach, beginning their nightly festivities. The parties. The fires. Cooking. Drinking. Music. Laughing. People hooking up. Enjoying life.

"Are you listening to me?" Rachel asked.

"Actually, I'm not," Emily said.

"Well, perk up, we're here."

Emily looked as Rachel turned down an alley and stopped the car. At the end of the alley was a large metal gate with two men standing at the entrance.

"We're going in there?" Emily asked.

"Yeah. That's where they do it. It's an old junkyard."

"What about the cops?"

"I don't know," Rachel said. "I'm not the one fighting. I'm just an innocent girl who got lost here. Oh, maybe if the cops bust it up, I can jump on the back of Blaine's bike."

"So he can... nevermind," Emily said as she shook her head.

"Come on, Em, please," Rachel said. "Just have some fun for once. Promise me you'll have fun."

"Okay. I promise."

Emily climbed out of the car and walked next to Rachel to the large gate. The two men eyed them up.