Ruthless Hold (Back Down Devil MC #9)(25)

“Thank you,” Eden said. She glanced to the other side of the bed. “Trev…”

“What?”

“Where did you sleep?”

“In here.”

“In bed?”

“Why does that f*cking matter?”

“I don’t know. I’m just asking.”

“Beautiful, correct me if I’m wrong, but my fingers were deep in your sweet * and my cock deep in your mouth. You’re worried about me sleeping in here?”

Eden felt her cheeks burn red. “Yeah, right. Sorry.”

Trev drank his coffee. “I slept on the floor, back against the wall.”

“What? Was that comfortable?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Trev said. “That’s where I slept.”

Now Eden felt foolish and somewhat flattered. Trev was definitely a hard guy to figure out. One second he was aggressive, taking her body to climax, then he slept on the floor?

“Let’s get food. Then we have to talk.”

Trev exited the room.

Eden snuck to the bathroom.

She then went to the kitchen and saw Trev standing over a huge plate of food, eating as though he would never eat again.

“Save any for me?” she asked.

He pointed to the table. “There’s plenty. They know how I eat.”

“Do you even taste it?”

Trev put his fork down. “I grew up with nothing, okay? I never knew when or where my next meal was coming from. Hours? Days? Longer? And when there was food, whoever could eat it fast enough got it. Whoever could fight for it won it. Understand?”

Eden swallowed hard. She nodded. “Sorry.”

She went to the table and started to eat. Her approach was a little more dainty compared to Trev’s.

Trev finished his plate and then turned around. He grabbed a half gallon carton of milk and drank from it. When he took the carton away, there was a milk mustache on his face. He quickly wiped it away but not before Eden saw it. It was adorable to see. And insanely sexy, considering his size and muscles.

“Look,” Trev said. “Don’t mind me. This is all still processing for me. We’re waiting on some calls and figuring out what to do next.” Trev pulled a chair out and sat down. “When we get some shit figured out, I need you to help me find the guys who hurt you. Shot your friend.”

“Help? How?”

“You said the voice. The laugh. Right?”

Eden nodded. “I’ll never forget it.”

“Good. Don’t forget it. When I find out who did it…”

“You’ll kill them?”

“What do you think?”

“So you really kill people?”

“I’m not a serial killer, Eden. I do what needs to be done for my club. We don’t run with the kind of justice you’re used to. There’s no speeding tickets and lawyers in my world. There’s action, consequence, and punishment.”

“Aren’t you afraid of getting killed?”

“No. We run with the reaper every day of our lives,” Trev said. “When he decides to strike, so be it. I just hope I’m in my cut, defending my club. Like your old man was, beautiful.”

Eden felt her chest tighten. She hated the image of her father getting shot. She forced food into her mouth and her eyes filled with tears. She looked down and tried to hide them.

“Aw, don’t get upset,” Trev said. “I’m sorry. When you’ve seen as much as I have, it doesn’t have the same grab.”

Eden swallowed and sucked back her raw emotion. “I just want to know why.”

“Don’t ask. He died as a good man. That’s all you need to know. If you dig too deep it gets dirty.”

“No, Trev. Not him dying. But him and my mother giving me up.”

Trev nodded. He reached across the table and took Eden’s hand. “Let me ask you something. Did you have a good life?”

“What?”

“You heard me. Did you have a good life?”

“Not really.”

“You were adopted?”

“Yeah. But then my adoptive parents were killed.”

“Shit. I’m sorry.”

“My aunt then took me in.”

Trev nodded. “Did you get beat?”

“No.”

“Anyone touch you in ways you didn’t want to be touched?”

“No. Never.”

Trev nodded. “Good. You had a good life then, Eden. There’s always bad shit that will happen. At least yours wasn’t as bad as others. So maybe that’s why they did it. Because if your mother confessed who your father was, the implosion… you don’t get it. You’re the catalyst for a war so big and so bad…”

“No pressure,” Eden said. “Right?”

“No, beautiful, no pressure. We’ll protect you. I’m just being honest. And growing in the MC life… during that time… it couldn’t have been easy.”

“How would you know?” Eden asked. “You don’t look older than me.”

Trev grinned.

He had lines at the corners of eyes that ran down to the edge of his smile. It was freaking unfair how hot he was.