Ruthless Hold (Back Down Devil MC #9)(68)

Before leaving, he and Miller had set up meeting points outside Frelen and inside Frelen. This was designed to be a quick job, but in case Trev got stuck up in Daurian, he would still have contact with Miller and the MC.

Inside Frelen, there was one spot to go.

The cemetery.

It was almost fitting, considering what Trev was going to do to Ripper.

Somewhere in the cemetery should have been two prospects to watch and wait for Trev. When they saw Trev then they’d go to the lot and report it back. That would bring in backup and things would continue forward.

Trev pulled through the cemetery gates and cruised up the gravel path. He knew right where he wanted to take Ripper to keep Ripper pissed off and ready for a fight.

He took Ripper right to Griffin’s grave.

In some odd way Trev wanted Griffin to see Ripper one last time before Trev killed him.

Trev killed his engine and climbed off his ride. He turned and nodded to Ripper.

“What the f*ck is this?” Ripper asked.

“Visiting an old friend first,” Trev said. “Then Eden will be here soon.”

“She’s just going to walk up to us?” Ripper asked.

“No. We have a spot. It was a secret spot that meant something once but not anymore. Now that I have the truth…”

Trev walked and Ripper followed.

They stopped at the grave.

“Holy shit,” Ripper said. “It’s good to see him like this.”

“Yeah, it is.”

Ripper faced the grave, his hands at his sides. He made fists. “This f*cker was with Jenn for a long time. Got her pregnant. Wanted to take it all away from me. Wanted to really screw me over. But I guess he got his.” Ripper looked back at Trev. “Right?”

“Yeah,” Trev said. “Now you can keep delivering. Let’s take a walk.”

From the corner of his eye, Trev saw Pete walking the cemetery grounds. He had exited what looked like a tomb. It was a small concrete structure and the black metal door slapped shut but Pete didn’t lock it. Instead, Pete had a shovel over his shoulder.

That’s when Trev had an idea.

A really good idea.

“Ripper…”

“Wait,” Ripper growled.

Trev waited and listened as Ripper unzipped his jeans.

No… f*cking hell no…

A few seconds later there was sound of liquid hitting the stone. Stepping to the side, Trev saw that Ripper had his dick in his hand and was pissing right on Griffin’s stone.

Trev started to reach for his gun.

This was it for good.

Ripper then turned, facing Trev, still pissing.

Trev jumped back. “Whoa! What the f*ck?”

Ripper took out one of his guns and pointed it right at Trev. “Time’s up. Game over.”

“What are you doing?”

“You think I trust you for a second?” Ripper asked.

“What?”

“You brought me here for what? Where’s Eden? Huh?”

“Behind you. There’s a small storage building. It’s unlocked right now. That’s where she’s meeting me.”

Trev waited for his moment to strike. It came when Ripper turned his head to look at the storage building.

Right then, Trev had to take his life into his hands.

He lunged forward and smacked the gun in Ripper’s hand out of the way with his left hand and punched Ripper in the face with his right hand.

Ripper didn’t drop the gun though.

Instead, he started to pull the trigger.

*

Trev felt a hot pain in his arm but that wasn’t going to stop him. He was on the ground, wrestling with Ripper, right in front of Griffin’s grave.

“You don’t get what’s coming,” Ripper growled. “You can’t stop it. You can’t f*cking stop me.”

Trev landed another right. Ripper threw his head forward, smashing against Trev’s nose. Trev’s nose exploded. Ripper then rolled on Trev and swung with the gun. Trev felt the thud and felt it roll through his entire head. Then Ripper had a hand to Trev’s throat.

“You f*ck,” Ripper said. “Who are you? Huh? What do you want out of this?”

Trev grabbed Ripper’s fingers and twisted, easing the pressure on his throat. Ripper lifted the gun and Trev grabbed Ripper’s wrist. He twisted and then pushed with all his strength, sending Ripper flying off him.

As Ripper fell into Griffin’s headstone, he fell into his own piss.

Trev kicked at Ripper, finally getting the gun out of his hand.

But Ripper was still packing more.

Trev reached for his own gun, finally, but Ripper was already armed again.

They then sat there in a standoff, staring each other down.

They were bleeding. Trev’s shoulder throbbed with intense pain.

“How does this end?” Ripper asked. “I’m a goddamn President. You can’t just take me out.”

“I’m outlaw, remember?” Trev asked. “I speak to nobody.”

In the distance there was the growling cry of motorcycles.

“They’re coming,” Trev said. “They’re going to take us both out. You f*cked this up.”

“No. You did. I’ll kill them all. You don’t get it, Trev. What’s done is done.”