Outlaw Revenge (Back Down Devil MC #1)(6)

"Something wrong?" Rachel asked.

Emily had seen this scene before in a different life. These guys were given a kickback from the fights to police the alley. If the cops showed up, they knew what to say and how to handle the situation. Chances were, the cops roaming around this part of town were already well aware of the fights and were paid to keep their distance.

"Can I help you ladies?" one of the men asked.

"I'm looking for a junker," Emily said. "I drive hard and fast."

"Em!" Rachel cried out and punched her arm. "What is wrong with you?"

The two men laughed.

"I'm here to see Blaine. He's in a motorcycle group."

"Club," Emily said.

"What?" Rachel asked.

"Nothing."

Emily had to bite her tongue. She couldn't act like she knew what was going on or that she had any knowledge of all this motorcycle club business.

"Enjoy the night," one of the men said and then he opened the gate.

As Emily walked into the junkyard compound she could hear the yells and screams from the fights. She hated to admit it, but it excited her. She smiled and grabbed Rachel by the hand.

The fights were held in the center of the judgement. The large crowds of people and lines upon lines of motorcycles were pretty awesome to see. The different crews lined up, their guys in leather, everyone segregated by club. There was a circled platform that was empty right now.

"I bet that's where they fight," Rachel said.

"Let's get close and find out," Emily said.

They got to the back of the crowd and stopped. All around them was the smell of smoke... cigarettes and pot for sure. Everyone had a beer bottle in their hand. Women were huddled together, talking and laughing, probably all waiting to find someone to go home with. It was both raunchy and sexy.

"I wish we could find Blaine," Rachel said. "There's so many people here."

Emily pointed to an empty picnic table and they ran to it. The climbed up on top and scanned the crowd. To Emily it was just bikers on top of bikers. A mass of guys who wanted to ride, fight, drink, and f*ck. It was intense.

"I don't know what to do," Rachel said.

A small cheer kicked up and Rachel pointed. There were a few men pushing and shoving each other. A small circle broke open and the two guys looked ready to fight.

"Holy shit," Rachel said.

One of the men took a swing. The other grabbed him by the back of his leather and pulled him in as he kneed the guy in the face. The guy fell back and then pulled a gun out. The demeanor of the crowd suddenly changed and the fight was quickly broken up.

"He had a gun," Rachel said.

"Yeah, that happens," Emily said. "I guess."

"This is real stuff."

Emily nodded.

Sometimes she wondered what went through Rachel's head. This wasn't just some after school hangout. This was serious stuff. These motorcycle clubs took their business seriously, because it wasn't just about money, it was about life and death.

Emily turned her head, ready to make the offer to leave when Rachel then let out a squeal and started to wave her hands as she jumped up and down.

"What is wrong with you?" Emily asked.

"I see Blaine!"

Emily looked and saw a guy waving back at them. He had black hair, black scruff on his face, and he looked dirty. He quickly dove off the table he stood on and began to push through the crowd.

"He's so f*cking sexy," Rachel said.

Blaine made it to them and looked up, smiling. Emily eyed him up and down. he was tall, strong, and definitely a real biker. There were a few scars on his face and his eyes were pure evil. She could tell her was the kind of guy that would blow someone's head off first and then worry about it later.

"There you are," Blaine said.

"I told you I would I come," Rachel said.

"Aw, baby, you haven't come yet."

Rachel giggled.

Blaine put his hand out and Rachel took it. He pulled her from the table and caught her. He spun around once and then cupped her ass with strength. Rachel cried out and Blaine bent his knees and thrust at her.

"Shit," Emily whispered.

This guy was dangerous. Ironically, Emily suddenly felt both out of place and right at home.

"And I see you've brought me a present," Blaine said. He put Rachel down and offered a hand to Emily. "Come on, baby, I don't bite hard."

"She's not for you," Rachel said. "I don't share."

"Like f*ck you don't," Blaine said. "I ain't a one * guy. Unless of course it's the greatest * in the world."

Blaine licked his lips and smiled.

Emily took his hand and stepped down from the table. Blaine pulled her close and sniffed her.

"You have some wild eyes," Blaine said. "This ain't your first go in these kinds of parts, is it?"

Emily simply smiled. Sometimes it was best to keep silent.

Blaine let her go and reached for Rachel. "Let's move. I've got us a front row seat for the best fight of the night."

"What's that?" Rachel asked.

"One of our guys picked a fight with this huge dude. It’s going to be a bloodbath."