Owned & Untamed (Back Down Devil MC #11)(52)

He returned to the way it all started. His beautiful cock deep inside me, holding tight, pulsing over and over. But it was the way he kissed me. I never wanted it to end. All of it. The time between me and Duke. Our lives together. Our bodies together. Everything together.

When he finished, he eased away from me, pulling me with him so we were both on our sides.

“Shit,” I managed to whisper. “That was good.”

“That was great, sweetie. Just what I needed.”

“Me too.”

“I know,” he said with a sexy grin. He moved a piece of hair out of my face. “Anything you want to know about me?”

“No,” I said. “We have the rest of our lives to figure everything else out.”

“We have to get back to reality, sweetie. Back to the clubhouse.”

“You brought me up here just to have sex with me, didn’t you?”

“Guilty as charged,” Duke said. “But I doubt you’re going to complain.”

Duke got up and fixed his jeans. He then dropped to one knee and handed me my panties and jeans.

“You on one knee handing me my panties,” I said and laughed. “That’s romantic.”

Duke then tugged the panties back. “What do you want, sweetie? A f*cking engagement ring?”

“Maybe I do.”

“You’ve been mine from the day we set eyes on each other. I don’t need a f*cking ring to tell the world that. I’ve got fists.” He let the panties go.

I wasn’t sure whether to take that as romantic or not. Living in the world of outlaws meant giving up that fairy tale story.

I saw Duke tug at his leather cut and caught sight of his gun.

That was just another hint of how real this stuff could get.

He looked back at me and smiled.

Then again, no matter how real it got, as long as I had him, I felt okay.

I trusted Duke with my life.

That thought was going to be tested the second we got back to the clubhouse.





chapter twenty-five.



(duke)



I pulled around the turn to get into the lot and saw a very familiar sight. Fucking Ivan and Peter were there. Only there was one big black SUV and just the two of them standing there. It had the allure of a more peaceful meeting but when dealing with the Russians you never knew what was going to happen without notice. I rode through the lot, purposing throttling my ride and letting it scream as loud as possible, all the way to the door of the clubhouse.

I helped Belle off and leaned in close to her. “Get inside. Find Maggie, Harlee, and Eden. Make sure all of you hang toward the back of the clubhouse. Stay safe. Do not come out for anything.”

“Duke…”

“Don’t,” I growled.

Belle went into the clubhouse and I joined Trev and Jasper.

The rest of the guys were hanging back but I got right up in the middle of it. After all, Ivan had shot me and then accused me of working with the Hell Five to f*ck everyone over. I had a personal stake in this bullshit.

“Where were you?” Ivan asked.

“Are you my father?” I asked.

“No,” Peter said. “But he’ll make you his bitch.”

The way his accent rolled off his tongue made me laugh.

“This is bullshit,” Ivan said. “Burn the clubhouse down.”

Peter snapped his fingers and every door on the SUV opened.

Trev pressed forward. “Hold up here, Ivan. What are you trying to prove?”

“I want the truth,” he said.

“We gave you the truth,” I said. “We have this under control. The land deal is going to be dead soon enough. We’re going to rip apart the Hell Five to get your blood money, okay?”

“Who was the woman on your motorcycle?” Ivan asked.

“A friend.”

“Her house. That’s the one you were at. Her land…”

“It was my land!” a voice called out.

Jesus Christ… Jim just put the biggest f*cking target on himself.

Jim walked forward, a beer bottle in his hand, trying to look tough.

“Who the hell is this?” Peter asked.

“An old friend of mine,” I said. “He was tricked into selling the land…”

Ivan ripped out a gun and shot at Jim. The bullet hit the bottle, making it explode in Jim’s hand. That stopped Jim dead in his tracks. I saw the look on his face. The wide eyes. The shaking. The panic and terror that spread across his face.

Fuck.

He was having a flashback.

Next thing I knew, Jim was running right at Ivan, swinging his fists.

Ivan raised the gun, ready to let a bullet rip Jim’s heart to shreds. That’s when I had to intervene. I turned and threw my shoulder into the side of Jim and walked him away from the entire thing. Jim’s hand clutched at my shirt. The look in his eyes was dangerous. Sweat collected at his forehead. His lips started to move but it took a few seconds for him to speak.

“Fuck…”

“It’s okay, man,” I said. “You’re right here with me. With us. It’s going to be fine.”

“He sold land?” Ivan bellowed. “We kill him now. Right now. Prove yourself.”

“He was tricked,” Trev said. “The Hell Five have financial backing along with a well-structured dummy corp. We’re taking it all apart right now, Ivan.”