Ruthless Hold (Back Down Devil MC #9)(7)

Trev had his fourth helping of eggs, bacon, and sausage. He washed it down with his third cup of coffee and then leaned back in the chair and let out a groan.

“You good?” Miller asked.

“What?” Trev asked. “Like nobody else is f*cking eating?”

“Bro,” Blaine said, pointing, “the only thing I eat that much of and with that much passion is between a woman’s legs. Goddamn that was a lot of food.”

Trev looked up and down the table. “All the shit we have going in this club and you motherf*ckers are going to worry about my eating?”

Nate started to laugh bringing the rest of the table to life.

“He does have a point,” Gaige said.

“Hey, real quick,” Blaine asked. “I have a tit question.”

“A tit question?” Jace asked.

“You locked yourself to one set of tits, brother,” Landon said. “You’re on your own.”

Blaine rose up. “Now hold on a second. Miller will get this.” He patted Miller’s shoulder.

“By all means,” Miller said. “Forget the botched job the prospects did with our friend in the trunk. Forget the head from Ethan and the PD. Fuck it, forget the wars brewing on our border. Let’s hear a story about Blaine’s titty problem.”

“Well, it’s not a problem,” Blaine said. “It’s a thing. I mean, when I go to town on Jessa, she starts leaking, right? Even when I’m taking care of her *. So I be the nice guy and lick it all up. You know, the milk.”

Right on cue, everyone put their cups down.

“Oh, f*ck,” Erik said.

“You like the taste of that?” Trev asked. “That’s what this is?”

“Of course I like the taste,” Blaine said. “I’ve been fantasizing of it since Miller’s old lady was here, letting that kid suck on her tits.”

“I’m going to rip your f*cking throat out,” Miller said.

“Sorry,” Blaine said. “My point is that I saw she had pumped some into bottles for the little guy, right? Well… I was thirsty… I was horny…”

“Oh, f*ck me,” Gaige said.

“You didn’t,” Trev said.

“I did,” Blaine said. “Now she’s pissed at me for it. They’re not for my nourishment, she said.”

Miller burst into laughter and put a hand to Blaine’s shoulder. He sat Blaine down. “Now that we’ve all lost our appetite, maybe we can talk business.”

“Yeah, right,” Blaine said. “Sorry.”

“Ethan is on our ass even worse now,” Miller said. “Two prospects got themselves spooked and couldn’t make the kill the right way. They took the gag off Emilio and he ran his f*cking mouth.”

“Jesus Christ,” Gaige said. “Where are they now?”

“Garage,” Nate said. “Waiting on the punishment call.”

“Which is what we’re here to vote on,” Miller said.

Trev rubbed his chin. Truthfully? This was Miller’s fault. He put too much trust into the prospects. Inside, Trev knew he should have just shot the * between the eyes when he made the drop with the car. But Miller had wanted to test the prospects. Not like the MC needed anymore patched in members. They were functioning fine.

“Trev, you look deep in thought,” Miller said. “Have your say.”

Trev nodded. “It was a f*cked up mission. I blame myself.”

“Why you, bro?” Shay asked. “What did you see?”

“I saw weak prospects,” Trev said. “I should have popped the trunk and killed Emilio myself.”

“That wasn’t command,” Gaige said.

“Fuck command,” Trev spat.

The table instantly tensed up.

Miller looked at Trev. “Maybe you haven’t looked at yourself in the mirror lately, Trev, but you’re wearing the cut. You have a title. A purpose. You take direction.”

“Your direction was wrong on this one, Miller. I’m sorry.”

“Jesus,” Blaine said. “Okay. Shit got f*cked. Now we fix it.”

“He’s right,” Miller said. “I put too much into those two idiots now chained up. Because of their actions, they left a goddamn blood trail right to the car and right to this table. It’s only a matter of time before Ethan bursts in with a warrant and does all but search our *s for something to connect us to it. It’s been quite lately and this is going to stir the pot.”

“So then they die,” Trev said. “Kill them both. Make it look like retaliation from Eight Under. Push it on the other MC.”

“And start that war?” Erik asked.

“What war?” Shay asked. “They’re weak and beat up. Peddling bags of heroin around, trying to collect on dollars. Fuck them.”

“If they’re that weak, won’t it look suspicious?” Landon asked.

“Then what do we do?” Trev asked. “If those prospects are let go and live… they’ll rat. They’ll never make the cut.”

“Is this how you dealt business back east?” Nate asked, staring right at Trev.

“Yeah, it is,” Trev said. “Only we didn’t have leather cuts keeping us warm. We didn’t have direction. We followed our hearts and our balls. You got a problem with that, Nate?”