Riding Darkness (Back Down Devil MC #4.5)(8)

“They’re in the back. Closely monitoring conversation. I don’t want them walking around making everyone uncomfortable. But they’re there.”

“Bring them out,” Ares said.

“Let them drag us out,” Gunner said.

“One phone call and this is all over,” Bale added.

Ares gritted his teeth. He hated when the other prospects chimed in like that. He was better off acting and working alone.

Yet his eyes looked toward Brooke again. She remained standing there, tray in hand. She didn’t belong with the other women in the warehouse. She didn’t seem to be in sync with Armen either. Something about her was calling to Ares.

Slowly, Ares started to work his way between the tables. Two of the tables continued their poker games. Men in suits didn’t give a shit about motorcycle club bullshit. The Coast Road guys were keeping close eyes on the room but hadn’t made a move. The only tension was between the prospects of Back Down Devil MC and Eight Under MC.

When Armen approached Brooke, Ares felt his heart pull a little. He feared Armen was going to say something to Brooke and she would then unleash her true self. Instead, Brooke looked even more worried than before.

Then, just as Ares knew it was about to happen, all hell broke lose.

Armen smacked the drink tray from Brooke’s hand. He pushed her and then spun around, a gun now in his hand.

“Motherf*cker,” Ares growled and stepped forward.

Armen’s gun went off.





six.



Brooke fell back and the corner of the wall hit her in the back. Pain shot up to the back of her head and down to her feet. She then lost feeling for a second and went down to her ass. Struggling to keep her dress down was impossible and Brooke sat there damn near exposing herself to everyone in the warehouse.

But everyone wasn’t looking at Brooke.

Not once a gun went off.

They’re going to kill you, Brooke. They’re the ones… they did it all…

That’s what Armen had whispered to Brooke before hitting the drink tray from her hand.

Now on the ground, Brooke had some protection from the flying bullets.

Poker tables were quickly flipped up on their sides to be used as shields. There was no security hired for this, that was all bullshit. But suddenly there were men rushing into the warehouse. They quickly grabbed at the men in suits and started to get them out of there safely.

“Brooke,” Armen cried out. “You have to fight back. You have to shoot. We have to get out of here.”

Brooke looked and saw Armen on the ground, crawling like an infant would, scrambling to grab as much cash as he could get. He stuffed the money into the inside of his suit jacket and went from table to table, keeping himself protected.

“Armen… what’s happening?” Brooke asked.

“Just get up and move. Quickly.”

Armen moved up to his knees and put his gun over the table. He started to shoot. Brooke touched her leg and felt the gun. She reached up her dress and grabbed the weapon. She then pressed against the back of the wall and slowly brought herself to her feet. There were men running toward the front of the warehouse, making their escape. There were a few men on the ground. They were bleeding. Maybe dead.

Brooke started to shake. She had never seen this before at one of Armen’s game nights. There had been fights before. Guns had been drawn. There had been times when Armen set it up for alarms to go off and he and Brooke made their wild escape with money. But nothing like this. Not motorcycle clubs shooting at each other. Not bodies on the ground. Not Armen looking terrified.

And certainly not Brooke holding a weapon, ready defend herself.

Brooke turned with the intention of running to the back of the warehouse and hiding. She could grab her bag, get changed, hide, and just wait for all of this to blow over.

Brooke didn’t make it one step before she crashed into someone.

Someone big. Thick with muscle. Someone hovering over her with a deadly power.

“You… you…”

“Ares,” his voice growled. “That’s my f*cking name. And if you’re going to pull the trigger on that gun, make it count.”

Brooke looked down and saw that she had her gun right against Ares’s body.

“Do it!” Armen yelled. “Kill him!”

Brooke looked back up to Ares. “I won’t…”

A gunshot rang out and Ares jumped back, his hand quickly moving to the small of Brooke’s back and pulling her with him. They turned and Ares had Brooke pinned against a wall.

“Fuck,” Ares said. “We have to get out of here. You’re going to get killed.”

“I can’t go. My stuff…”

Ares pressed his body to Brooke. “One of my brothers is out there dead. Because of your brother. You want to go back out there?” Ares backed up. “Go. Get f*cking shot.”

Ares turned and Brooke jumped at him. She couldn’t believe her hands were around the sexy biker. They froze and Ares looked back at Brooke.

Brooke gave Ares her gun and said, “I need to get my bag. Please.”

Brooke went to the back room and found her bag waiting at the door. She grabbed it and Ares hurried to tear it from her hand. He tossed it over his massive shoulder and then grabbed Brooke by the hand.

They moved fast and Brooke couldn’t help but feel her breasts bouncing like crazy as they ran. The dress seemed to hug her body tighter by the second. And, just like before, seeing Ares - and now having him touch even just her hand - had her body going wild and her thong wildly wet.