Outlaw Revenge (Back Down Devil MC #1)(51)

Emily stood and went to the sink. She turned on the water and washed her face. She looked at herself in the mirror as she came to terms with it all.

Max was dead.

Vinny would be dead soon.

Mr. Strokner would have no choice but to mourn the loss of Rachel and move on.

Just like Emily would.

Reaching into her pocket, Emily pulled out the necklace that had been around Rachel’s neck. She put it on the bathroom sink.

“I’ll never forget you,” she whispered. “But I have to let go.”

Emily closed her eyes again and took deep breaths. Her life was changed now forever. She belonged to Gaige which meant she belonged to Back Down Devil MC.

The door to the room opened and Emily spun around.

Gaige’s shirt and hands were covered in blood. She reached for a towel and put it under the running water. She walked the towel to Gaige and handed it to him. He stared at her as he wiped his hands free of blood. When he moved his hand to throw the towel, Emily took it from him. She took it to a trashcan and dropped it in.

She walked back to Gaige and slowly stripped Gaige off his leather. She could smell the blood, a smell she would never forget.

Emily then put her fingers to his shirt, touching the blood.

“Emily…”

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “It’s okay…”

Emily ran her hands down to the bottom of Gaige’s shirt. She rolled it up and helped him take it off. Again, she took the shirt to the trashcan and dropped it in. She went back to Gaige and put her hands to his beautiful, chiseled body. She smeared the blood from her hands down his body and stared into his eyes.

“It’s done?” she whispered.

“It’s done. I took care of everything.”

“Now what?” Emily asked.

Gaige smiled and put a hand behind her neck. He pulled her in for a kiss and then licked his lips. “I’m covered in blood, beautiful. I need to shower and clean up… but I’m not f*cking doing it alone.”

Emily smiled back. She liked the idea of falling in love with a biker and never doing anything alone again.

Gaige stepped by Emily and dropped his pants.

What a perfect ass…

Emily bit her lip and hurried to strip herself.

All Emily could count on right now was the moment in front her… and that moment she would savor for as long as she was alive.





twenty-seven.



Bob Strokner rolled the fat cigar between his lips. He sat with his chair turned, able to look at the door to his office were looking out the window across the city. He hadn’t lit a cigar since before Rachel was killed. It wasn’t the same without his daughter bitching at him about the look and smell of the cigars. The businessman refused to walk down a path that involved wondering if he could have done anything different. It had been hard enough when Rachel’s mother was killed. Being a single father with a conglomerate business to run didn’t make for the easiest life for Rachel, but Bob always thought she would do just fine. She was pretty. She had money. But to face the fate of bullets from piece of shit bikers wasn’t fair.

On Bob’s desk sat the proposal to overtake the acres of land from Back Down Devil MC. It would cost a shit ton of money, and it would require a lot of backdoor payouts to basically steal the land from the MC, but once they found the bones and bodies in the ground, it wouldn’t f*cking matter one bit.

The clock was ticking and Bob’s patience was wearing out. He had made his demands clear with Gaige. If you the young biker wanted to show off his big cock and prove to the MC he could wheel and deal, this was his chance. If not, then Bob would simply crush the MC. They’d end up a prison and more than likely they’d be greeted by plenty of enemies to take care of them.

A knock came at the door.

“Open it,” Bob called out.

His assistant, Trevor, a young kid fresh out of college with peach fuzz on his chin and innocence in his eyes walked into the office.

“Sorry to bother you, sir,” Trevor said. “But something has arrived for you. It’s urgent.”

“Of course,” Bob said. “Bring it here.”

“Oh, and Mr. Riley called. He wants to know if you’ve made your decision on the land deal yet.”

“I’m thinking,” Bob said. “Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

Trevor put a box on the desk. Bob looked at it. It was unmarked except for Bob’s name on the box and the word URGENT written in big letters and underlined three times.

“This could be a bomb,” Bob said. “And you brought it to me?”

Trevor’s face turned white. “Sir, I’m so sorry. I’ll call the police.”

“Don’t bother now,” Bob said. “I’ll have to face this… turn around.”

Trevor turned. Bob stood and peeled the tape off the box. When he opened the cardboard flaps and saw what was inside, he closed the box again.

“Trevor.”

Trevor turned. “Sir.”

“You can leave now,” Bob said. “Oh, and make the call to Mr. Riley on my behalf. We’re going to put that land deal on hold for a little while longer.”

“Yes, sir,” Trevor said.

The young man rushed from the office. When the door shut, Bob opened the flaps of the box and looked inside. He smirked. Staring back at him was a set of bloody eyeballs.