Ruthless Hold (Back Down Devil MC #9)(22)

Trev ripped his hand away. “Fuck off.”

“Christ,” Miller said. He put a finger to Trev’s chest. “You play. Nothing else. I’ll make sure the club leaves her alone. She’s not going to get wrapped up in all this, Trev. Nobody in this MC can keep their dicks in their pants.”

“You should talk, Prez,” Trev said and laughed.

“Yeah, yeah. Fuck off. Both of you. Silence these two little rat pricks.”

Trev got on his motorcycle and started it. The thunder roar usually eased his mind instantly. That didn’t happen this time though. He still thought of Eden, even as he rode out of the lot.

He was happy he at least had his knife on him… he had a way to silence these guys.

*

The second they pulled off the road, the front door to a small beat up house exploded open. Two men came out with guns in hands. Trev turned his ride, killed the engine, and jumped off. He saw Blaine reaching for his gun, rage in his eyes.

Goddammit… you have a family!

Trev grabbed Blaine and tore him to the ground just as the first bullets sailed by them.

Trev took out his gun and stood there, staring at the two men. “You f*cking kidding me?”

“That was a warning, bitch,” one said.

“Bitch? You really want this?”

“You’re going down,” the other said. “Let me make a f*cking phone call.”

The guy reached for his cell.

Trev pulled the trigger and shot the phone right out of the guy’s hand.

“Motherf*cker!” he yelled and stepped forward.

Trev pulled the trigger and blasted the guy in the knee.

He looked down at Blaine and nodded. “Get the other one.”

Blaine crawled to the back of the motorcycle.

The guy Trev shot was on the ground screaming. The other guy still holding his gun.

“I’ll f*cking do it to you too,” Trev said. “Look at me, *. Put the f*cking gun down.”

“Fuck you,” the guy said.

“Ahhh!” Blaine yelled as he jumped to his feet.

“Blaine!” Trev bellowed.

Blaine charged at the guy like he was ready to die. The guy turned and there was a split second of time before Blaine was going to eat a bullet for dinner and have dessert with the reaper. He lunged off his feet and slammed into the guy, taking him down to the ground. The gun went off but nobody was hit.

Trev jumped forward and ran to the guy he shot. He pointed his gun. “Don’t move or I’ll end you.”

The guy showed his hands and nodded.

Blaine wrestled on the ground with the other guy. They threw punches and then Blaine went in with his mouth. He bit the guy’s f*cking ear and jerked his head like a dog gnawing on rawhide. The guy screamed and lost his control. Blaine ended up on top of him, socking him in the jaw, calming him down.

“Okay,” Trev said. “Everyone take a breath now. You” - he pointed to the guy he shot - “get back here with your friend.”

The guy kicked back.

Trev tucked his gun away and crouched down. “Word on the street is that you two motherf*ckers are ratting out the MC.”

“Fuck you,” the guy Blaine bit said. “You *s took our shit out of town.”

“That’s what we do,” Blaine said. He stood tall. “You don’t f*ck around in this town. Not with that shit.”

“It’s how we make a living,” the guy said.

“What about you?” Trev asked the other guy.

“I got nothing,” the guy said. “Look, I’m showing you my hands, man. Okay?”

“I’m not,” the first guy said. “I ain’t no bitch.”

Trev reached for the guy’s leg and pulled. The guy kicked and Blaine wound up and kicked the guy in the face, sending him back.

Trev dug in the guy’s pocket and found two bullet casings. “So it was true. Working the PD? You think that’ll get you something?”

“Get the f*ck out of here,” the guy said, covering his bloody nose.

“I can’t do that,” Trev said. “I’m here to silence you.” He reached for his knife.

“What are you doing?” the second guy asked.

“I’m going to cut out your friend’s tongue,” Trev said. “That’s a warning. And then you, motherf*cker, you’re going to eat it. So that way if you think about talking, you can just think about friend’s tongue slithering around your stomach and then your *.”

The guy turned and threw up.

Blaine started to laugh. “Oh, f*ck, Trev. Look at this.”

The first guy shook his head. “No, man, no. Come on now. It’s survival.”

Trev inched forward and grabbed the guy by the throat. “You’re right, it’s survival… and I’m the f*cking fittest.”

*

Trev wiped his hands as he sat on his motorcycle. He looked at the guy he shot, his face in shock from having his friend’s tongue in his hand.

“I expect that to be gone,” Trev said. “I’ll come back and check in an hour.”

The guy let out a dry heave sound.

“Hey,” Blaine called out. “Lather it up with some BBQ and toss it on the grill.”

Blaine laughed as the guy kept dry heaving.