Ruthless Hold (Back Down Devil MC #9)(64)

And there it was.

A double confession.

Trev had the confession to Giovanni’s murder and the confession to the O’Nuall family. Now he just needed to make a call to Miller and then put a bullet in the back of Ripper’s head.

“Good for you,” Trev said. “Standing your ground. It’s time for a change.”

Ripper stepped toward Trev. It felt like Ripper hadn’t blinked once or looked away from Trev.

“We’re not done yet here,” Ripper said.

“No?”

Ripper clamped a hand down on Trev’s shoulder. “How do I know you’re not digging on me? Huh? Going to run back to Miller like a bitch? How do I know Jenn hasn’t wrapped those pretty lips of hers around your dick and sucked you dry?”

“Again, look at my face.”

“Anyone could do that,” Ripper said. “I know that Jasper has been f*cking Jenn. That bitch can’t keep her legs shut.”

“Damn. VP f*cking your old lady. Not good.”

“It’s not. You’re going to fix it.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. Show me I can trust you, Trev.”

“What do you need?”

Ripper grinned. “You’re going to kill Jasper. If not, I’m going to kill you.”

*

Trev now had a gun. He had ammo, too. Ripper had armed the man sent to kill him. But Trev also had a mission. He had to kill Jasper.

He walked to the bar and Ripper gave a nod. Ripper butted his way into a pool game, taking a stick from Austin.

“Where the f*ck is Jasper?” Ripper asked.

“In his room,” Max said.

“Jerking off again?” Ripper asked. “Or crying over Giovanni?”

Nobody responded.

Ripper leaned down and buried a ball into a pocket.

Trev climbed up to the bar and nodded at West.

“Funny to see you here,” West said. “Bloody and alone.”

“My club turned on me,” Trev said. He then winked.

“Let me get you a drink.”

West poured a drink and put a napkin next to the glass. Under it, Trev saw a pen. West then gave a quick nod. The old man wasn’t stupid. He knew something big was going to go down. West walked away to block the view of Ripper.

Trev took the pen from under the napkin and wrote a note.



Need to shoot Jasper. Won’t kill him. Taking Ripper away. Time for change. Get towels. Do not send the guys.



Trev then flicked the pen to the other side of the bar. He took a drink of his beer and put it down. He looked around and lifted his hand to his face and purposely knocked the glass over.

“Goddammit,” he growled and jumped back, putting his hand on the napkin with the note.

West rushed to Trev’s aide, slapping a towel on the bar.

“Miss your f*cking mouth?” West asked.

“Fuck yourself, old man,” Trev said.

He slid the napkin to West and West took it.

Trev then turned and walked away.

He walked toward the back and went down the hallway. Ripper had given him the directions to Jasper’s room.

Trev approached and heard a groaning sound. He rolled his eyes, knowing things always had to get more complicated. He knocked on the door.

“Fuck off!” Jasper yelled.

Trev knocked again, harder.

“I said f*ck off, *!”

Trev had no choice but to bust in.

He opened the door and drew his gun.

Jasper had some woman bent over the bed, f*cking her. He kept f*cking her, getting in three more hard thrusts before the woman realized there was a gun pointed at them. She let out a scream and jumped forward.

Jasper turned and yelled, “Holy f*ck.”

Trev shut the door and hurried to Jasper. The woman started to scream.

“Shut up!” Trev bellowed at her. He looked at Jasper. “Ripper wants me to kill you, brother. We need to play this out.”

“What?”

“He knows about Jenn. I have to kill you or else he’s going to kill me.” Trev nodded to the woman. “Get the whore out of here.”

“Go, baby,” Jasper said. “Now.”

The woman scrambled off the bed, picking up her pants. She hurried out of the room.

“Pick up your pants,” Trev said.

“What the f*ck are you going to do?”

“I’m going to put a bullet in each shoulder,” Trev said. “You’re going to fall into the bathroom. Smash your head off the mirror. Fall into the shower and roll up in the shower curtain. Get blood everywhere. And then don’t f*cking move until West comes to get you.”

“West?”

“He knows what I’m doing.”

“What the f*ck…”

“Now,” Trev said. “It has to look real.”

Jasper nodded. “Okay.” He stepped into the middle of the floor.

Trev pulled the trigger and shot the wall. He then lunged to the right and pulled out two dressers and dumped the clothes on the floor. He swung the gun to the left and smashed against the mirror above the dresser.

Then he looked at Jasper and nodded.

Please don’t f*ck this up, Trev… don’t shoot him in the wrong spot and actually kill him…