Owned & Untamed (Back Down Devil MC #11)(10)

“That’s what I was worried about.” Trev grabbed the gavel. “Take a vote. We crash the Hell Five bar, like Duke said. Start the fight. But I want to do what Austin suggested. Clean out the registers and the safe. Make a real statement. We’re not going to get sixty-five large out of their bar, but we’ll make a clear statement.”

We took the vote.

Not a single nay.

Trev smacked the gavel and the meeting was over.

We convened to the bar where I ordered a shot of whiskey and an ice cold beer.

Cash was on my right. Hudson on my left.

After I downed my shot, I turned and saw Trev standing with Eden. The poor woman was huge. She had her hands on her belly and looked uncomfortable. Trev touched her back with one hand, his other hand on the front of her swollen stomach. He kissed Eden and then kissed her belly.

Fucking romance.

“What do you think?” Cash whispered to me. “Trev still hitting it when she’s this big?”

“What the f*ck is wrong with you?” I whispered to him.

“I mean, if he’s getting one of the relievers on the side or not,” Cash asked.

“That’s not our business.”

“I’d still go after her,” Cash said. “Doggie style. I’d hold those tits and squeeze until my hands were full of milk.”

“You need help,” I said and walked away.

I smiled when Eden looked at me. Then I kept going.

When I got to my room, the woman I had left there was still there. And, yes, her name was Cassie. She was on the bed in nothing but bra and panties. I put my beer on the dresser and grinned.

“Can I help you?” I asked.

“We have unfinished business.”

“My shoulder is patched up. You sucked my cock. I think we’re solid.”

She rolled to her back and opened her legs. Her right hand slipped right into her panties. “Nope, we’re not done yet, Duke. I’m still wet.”

I grabbed my jeans and tore down my zipper.

It was my duty to make sure Cassie didn’t leave my bedroom without what she came for.

And trust me… she was going to come.





Cassie shut the door and I took a deep breath. I smelled her perfume and hot sex. The bed was destroyed, pillows on the floor, a lamp knocked over, the blinds above my bed looking like someone had tried to escape.

That was just how things went with me.

I sat on the corner of the bed in nothing but jeans, finishing off my then warm beer. I grabbed for my phone and looked at the phone number that had called me just before Peter shot me.

It looked damn familiar. I couldn’t put my finger on it though.

There was one easy way to find out.

Call the f*cking number back.

I meant to do it early but after being shot I was rushed to a friend’s house where his wife helped to patch me up. She was a doctor and they were trying to climb out of some bad financial decisions from the housing crash and turned to the MC for little favors here and there. We helped them when we could and they did the same for us.

Liquored up, I was on my back, staring at a poster of some f*cking boy band that their teenage daughter loved as the doc ripped into my shoulder to get the bullet out. Lucky for me I didn’t need any further treatment. Just to be patched up a couple times a day.

Soon enough we’d be riding to the Hell Five bar and raising a little hell of our own.

Before that, I needed to figure out who called me. Because the phone hadn’t gone off once. Whoever the f*ck wanted me called me four times in a row.

I hit the call button and put it on speaker.

It rang three times and the second I heard the voice, I dropped the phone to the floor.

It was a call from the only woman I loved for more than one night.

It was f*cking Belle…





six.



(belle)



The big news wasn’t all that big of news.

Maggie slept with her ex last night.

Shocker.

He called right after we left the restaurant and she blamed the wine for the decision. I called bullshit on her but she didn’t want to hear it. So when her ex - Al - called her, she let him come over. She slept with him. He spent the night. Then he said he had to work early. Al left and sent a text five minutes later saying he had been seeing someone and felt guilty for sleeping with Maggie.

By the time I left the diner I made up my mind that all men were *s.

There was only so much I could help with Maggie and her relationship issues.

I drove back home, sat in the driveway, refreshing my email, waiting for something to come through. I had two projects that were moving along slowly. Nobody worked on Sunday, which was fine, but for me I didn’t want to be home.

With my phone in my hand, it started to ring. I jumped and touched the screen just as I realized it was a number and not a contact.

“Hello?” I asked.

I heard a shuffling sound and a thud. Then I heard f*ck and more shuffling.

“Hello?” I asked again.

“Hey,” a rough voice said.

It sent instant chills through my body. Not the kind you got when you were afraid. The kind when you know something… something intense happened. Not good, not bad, but just intense.

I promised myself I would never forget Duke’s voice. Or his last words to me.