Ruthless Hold (Back Down Devil MC #9)(10)

“Sure I do. You’re terrified to be here. Something happened and you don’t want to talk about it.”

“I want to tell my father. My mother too. She’s here.”

“Your mother is part of Back Down Devil?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re wrong, sweetheart.”

“Maybe I have proof. Maybe I have a picture.”

Trev took a breath and stood tall. He towered over the beautiful woman. Her eyes were dark and wild. For a second he thought about kissing her, just to see her reaction. Pinning her down on his ride and giving her a real ride

“How’d you get here, sweetheart?”

“I drove myself.”

“From where?”

“South,” she said.

“You’re not going to give me shit, are you?”

“I’m here to talk to my f*cking father,” she said.

Trev saw her left leg twitch. She tried to kick him in the balls and Trev bent a little and grabbed just below her knee. His massive paw of hand easily stopped her and could almost fit around her leg.

He was eye level with her and she jumped and let out a whimper.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked.

“No. You’re tickling me.”

Trev squeezed her leg and she jumped. A smile broke across her face. Her hands gripped the motorcycle and she thrust, trying to wrestle herself away.

Trev felt his dick fill up, throbbing with a halfie. He licked his lips and gritted his teeth.

“You really picked the wrong day and person to f*ck with, sweetheart.” He let her leg go. He had no choice. If he got any harder, he would have to f*ck her. Trev stood tall again. “I’m giving you one last chance. Give me the f*cking picture. Tell me what happened to your face. Tell me who said Griffin was your father.”

Trev saw the look in her eyes. She was going to keep battling him. He slid a hand around her back and pulled her body close to his, knowing damn well she’d feel the bulge of his cock. When she did, she let out a whimper. She leaned back on the motorcycle and her jaw dropped.

“You already made your decision, sweetheart. And now you’ve got me f*cking hard. And pissed off. Hopefully you believe in something upstairs, because today is going to be anything but holy for yourself. You did this, not me, sweetheart.”

Trev grabbed the back of Eden’s pants and lifted her up. He put her on her feet and walked her forward.

She let out a scream and asked, “Where are we going?”

“To the garage,” Trev said. “So you can see where people who f*ck with us end up… hope you have a strong stomach.”

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five.



Eden realized she had screwed herself bad. Showing up and pulling a gun was supposed to get the attention of her father, not from Trev. This big, thick, rough looking biker guy. A guy with a face that was too chiseled, scruffy, and eyes that were evil yet had some hidden secrets within them. That was one thing Eden knew she was good at. She could read people without really trying. That came from hours of time spent with different people, hearing different stories, trying to bring those stories to life in the form of ink.

As Trev led the way across the lot, Eden looked around, really trying to figure out where she was and why. Sure, this had been a big mistake to do it like she did. The MC was tough and protected themselves. It would have been better to show up with a little kindness.

Whoops.

Eden was done with kindness though. She needed action and results right now. The police would find her eventually to question her about what happened at the tattoo shop. She thought about confessing that to Trev, but that wasn’t the reason why she came to Frelen and to see Back Down Devil MC. She needed to see her father. Show him the picture and make it known she got his letter and that it was time for them to start a relationship. The MC would then welcome her. Life would somehow figure itself out.

Glancing over her shoulder, Eden knew her father had to be in the clubhouse. Maybe even looking out a window, seeing her.

Would he even recognize my face? Probably not. But he knew where I was. He sent The Letter to me.

Trev walked Eden around to the back of a small building. He grabbed an old doorknob and looked at her. “Ready to talk yet?”

“To my father, yes.”

“You realize I could have shot you ten times by now.”

“But you didn’t.”

“Which symbolizes something like trust. So why don’t you just trust me a little and give me something to work with.”

“No.”

“Suit yourself.”

Trev opened the door and grabbed Eden’s arm. As he pulled her forward, her body brushed against his. He was rough yet gentle, knowing his own strength but not stepping too far over the line. His body was rock hard, obviously laced with muscle, not to mention he had been turned on and pressed it against Eden.

She stumbled forward, half turned on, mostly hating herself for the position she was in. When she looked at the center of the garage, she let out a scream.

A hand covered her mouth and Trev’s hard, outlaw body was against hers. His front to her back. His stuff still kind of hard… or maybe it was just that big all the time.

Her knees shook at the sight in front of her eyes.

“See these two guys?” Trev whispered into her ear. “These two are members of our MC.”