Ruthless Hold (Back Down Devil MC #9)(40)

“What?”

“Think about what you’d put on me.”

“Where would you get it?”

Trev looked down and put a finger to the bite wound. “Right here.”

“You’re not kidding.”

“Of course not. I’ve had some serious wild outlaws tattoo me before. But never someone like you, Eden. I want you to do it for me. Think about it.”

“Okay. I would love to do that for you, Trev.”

Trev kissed her. His hands slipped back around her body, to her ass. Eden slowly opened her legs and Trev thrust forward. She felt his thick cock touch between her legs. It made her jump, realizing he was already hard again.

A second later, Trev pulled her back on top of him.

It was time for another wild ride.

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sixteen.



Trev was fourth in line, behind Blaine, Gaige, and Miller. He respected that Miller always led the charge, but he wished there were times when Miller realized how dangerous it was to be in front. Then again, Trev had a set of pretty hands around his body, clutching to his cut. He couldn’t take the lead and take any chances of getting killed, not with Eden on his ride.

Miller cut toward the coast and cruised that way, the ocean to the left, the rest of the damn country to the right. The road twisted and turned as they plowed out of Frelen, into another county, and then beyond. It was also a risk to ride outside Frelen and the Back Down Devil MC jurisdiction. Enemies were always waiting for the MC to come into range. Hell, there were police departments that would love to feast off the MC, drumming any charges they could fit on paper, just to f*ck with the club.

Luckily, Miller had made some calls and they were ensured a clear path up to Daurian.

The only bikers they ran into were some of the guys from the Daurian charter as they waited five miles outside their territory. Three of them lined up on the road, creating their own roadblock.

Miller and Gaige pulled up.

Blaine and Trev were side by side, a few feet back.

Miller climbed off his ride and hugged the three men.

Trev knew them all.

Xavier, Cash, and the VP, Jasper.

When Miller hugged Jasper, he saw the way Jasper clung to Miller’s leather cut.

The VP was really hurt by this.

Miller then looked back and waved a finger. That was the cue to keep following.

The three guys led the way into the town of Daurian and to the Back Down Devil MC clubhouse. Their front was an auto parts warehouse, complete with custom car, motorcycle, and any vehicle customization. Their lot was a lot cleaner than the Frelen lot. Their clubhouse was a bar at the end of the road, complete with neon lights, looking somewhere between a total dive and place to get a quick and cheap bite to eat and a quick and cheap f*ck.

The Frelen motorcycles lined up side by side.

The Daurian guys all emerged from the bar and walked to their motorcycles. There was one motorcycle unmanned.

Trev climbed off his motorcycle, Eden right next to him. He grabbed her hand.

The door opened again and out came Ripper, the President. He was thick, more fat than muscle, his neck rolls adding up to four now. Last time Trev saw Ripper, he only had three. He was fully bald, tattoos that went up to his ears and stopped there. He took off a pair of black sunglasses and showed off a massive bruise on his left eye.

He stepped forward as Miller stepped forward.

The tension was goddamn instant and Trev worried someone was going to end up pulling out a gun.

The two President’s faced off for a few seconds before they both hugged.

The slaps to each other’s backs were as loud as thunder.

“Motherf*cker,” Ripper growled. “Thank you for coming up here for this.”

“Always,” Miller said. He pointed to Ripper’s leather cut. “Same cut, different charter. We’re all family. We’re all brothers.”

Ripper nodded. “Amen to that.”

“What happened to your face?”

“Ambush,” Ripper said. “Clobbered me with a metal pipe. Knocked me the f*ck out. When I came to…” He shook his head.

Trev felt the anger bubbling inside him. He didn’t believe that story for a second.

“Mind if we pay our respects now?” Miller asked.

“No,” Ripper said. “Do what you need to do. We’ll be inside, drinking. Plenty of room. Bring everyone in. We’ll talk and get ready for the dark ride.”

The two President’s hugged again and Ripper walked to the door. He let out a whistle and all his men went into the bar.

Miller then led the way, walking to Giovanni’s motorcycle. He touched the seat and gave a nod.

“Wait here,” Trev whispered to Eden.

He got in line behind Blaine and stepped up to the motorcycle. He gripped one of the handlebars and nodded.

Ride free, brother. Ride free.

When they were all finished, the MC went into the bar.

It had a similar look and feel as the Frelen charter. Ripper ordered a round of shots, for both charters, and they all took a shot dedicated to Giovanni. Ripper then led the way to the back of the bar. They kept going down a hallway and then stopped.

“Our room,” Ripper said. “I’m sorry, Trev, but your old lady can wait out front.”

“Then I’ll wait too,” Trev said. “She’s not my old lady. She’s Griffin’s daughter. We’re protecting her.”