Riding Darkness (Back Down Devil MC #4.5)(4)

Paybacks were a motherf*cker and Ares intended to make these guys pay.

He cut to the right and hit the back wheel of one of the motorcycles. It quickly cut left to right, left to right. The motorcycle then went right, crashing into the back of a building. The motorcycle twisted in wicked metal carnage and the rider went into the air. The guy hit the ground and Ares ran over him without thinking twice. The other rider looked back and started to lose control of his ride. He managed to save it just in time to pull out a gun.

“Fuck,” Ares yelled.

He couldn’t risk having a shot get fired at Miller.

Ares reached for his own weapon and pointed it, waiting for the right angle to shoot. If by some chance he missed or the * moved, the bullet could hit Miller.

When Miller cut to the right, it gave the small window Ares needed. He took his shot, hitting the prospect in the head. The guy was off the motorcycle before it twisted and turned, slamming into a dumpster and flipping up and over before crashing to the ground with a thundering boom of chrome on pavement.

Ares slammed his brakes and cut to the right, spinning himself around. He needed to see if the other guy was dead. He moved down the alley and saw the heap of man on the ground. Next to him Miller caught up and grabbed at Ares arm. He nodded.

“Stop,” Ares yelled.

They both slowed.

“Fuck,” Miller said.

“Stay here,” Ares said. “He might still be alive.”

“I’ll get it, Ares.”

“No. I’ll protect you, Miller. That’s my job.”

Miller closed his mouth and nodded.

Ares crept toward the man and saw him slowly moving. His hands were shaking, his face bloody. He looked up at Ares and started to cry.

“It wasn’t my idea,” the guy whispered in a pain filled voice. “I didn’t want to.”

“But you did,” Ares said. “Now you pay.”

Ares pointed his gun and pulled the trigger once.

The scene was done.

He turned and looked at Miller.

There was once a time when Ares saw himself sitting at the head of a table. Fuck, maybe there was even a time when he had the chance to be an enemy to Miller and Back Down Devil.

Time and fate changed all that. Time and fate…

“Motherf*ckers,” Ares whispered.

He looked back and pointed the gun.

He unloaded the clip into the body on the ground.





four.



“Get over here!”

Ares looked up from his beer and saw Miller waving him to a pool table. He saw Miller at one end, Nate at the other. There was Gaige and Griffin on side. Blaine and Erik on the other.

“I’m not saying it again!” Miller called out.

“Get to it, prospect,” a voice said next to Ares.

It was Jace, nursing a beer and a shot. His eyes were dark and cold.

Ares stood from the bar and walked to the pool table. Miller grabbed a shot glass and handed it to him.

“Come on,” Miller said. “We honor you right now, brother. For what you did today.”

“What did I do today?” Ares asked.

“You saved Miller,” Gaige said.

“You know how much * you’ll get for this?” Blaine asked. “Christ, man, it’s going to be raining sweet delicious juice all over you…”

“Blaine,” Nate said. “Shut up.”

“I don’t get what the f*ck happened,” Ares said.

Miller laughed. “We took a vote, Ares. We decided to give you a little more work around here to get patched in. I was coming to your place to talk about something I wanted done. I got there and two prospects from Eight Under were there. I scared the f*ck out of them.”

“Why were they there for me?” Ares asked.

“You had a bitch in your bed,” Blaine said. “She was spoken for.”

“What?”

“Whoever you had in your bed,” Miller said, “was with the guy you popped in the head.”

“Christ,” Ares said. “I’m sorry. Fuck.”

“No,” Gaige said. “You did right by it all. You f*cking chased down those guys and saved Miller. That takes balls.”

“That takes skill,” Griffin said.

“That’s the shit we want at the table,” Nate said.

Blaine punched Ares in the arm. “Look at you, going balls deep in some trash bag from Eight Under. Was she tight? Did she bleed? I bet she did, man. Those Eight Under… their cocks are so tiny, you know?”

“How do you know they have tiny cocks?” Ares asked.

“Don’t ask,” Gaige said. “He’s obsessed…”

“I know everything about cocks,” Blaine said. “Trust me. I f*ck enough * to know…”

“That’s enough,” Miller said. “We’re all raising our glasses to Ares. For being one tough motherf*cker. And for being patched in… to Back Down Devil MC.”

Everyone put their shot glasses in the middle of the pool table.

Ares didn’t.

“No,” Ares said. “I don’t want it.”

“What the f*ck are you talking about?” Gaige asked. “We’re patching you in, bro. You’re one of us now. We want to get you to the table someday, too.”