Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(100)

Gaige walked to his room and the second he saw Emily, his heart swelled. She was the peace in the middle of the hell all around him.

“Hey, beautiful,” Gaige said.

“How did your meeting go?”

“We have business to take care of,” Gaige said.

“Are you leaving?”

Gaige nodded. “You’re coming with us though.”

“I’m… what?”

“I need you to meet these guys.”

“What guys?”

“Another crew. Bunch of pussies if you ask me, but they have dealings with the Eight Under MC. They can help us find the guy who shot your friend. But I need you there, for sympathy.”

Emily moved toward Gaige, her face pale. “What if something happens?”

“Nothing is going to happen,” Gaige said. “I’ll protect you. You know that.”

“I know. I trust you.”

“That’s right. You f*cking trust me. Now trust that we’re going to meet these *s and they’ll help us find the other *s.”

“Okay,” Emily said.

Gaige gently touched Emily’s face. His fingers caressed her cheeks. “Just so f*cking perfect.”

Gaige kissed Emily. He meant to kiss her once, but that was impossible to do. Emily’s lips were divine and her tongue was slippery and sultry. As they kissed, Gaige pressed himself against Emily, showing her what she was doing to him.

A knock at the door ended the kiss.

“Bro, time to fly,” Blaine called.

“Got it,” Gaige yelled back. He looked at Emily. “Fuck.”

“Fuck.”

Outside, Gaige gave Emily his helmet and they got on the motorcycle together. Miller rode first, Blaine next to him. Gaige was in the middle as Nate, Griffin, and Shay rode in a trio behind Gaige.

The six motorcycles growled through the streets, calling attention. Gaige knew it made a lot of people uneasy to see so many motorcycles at once. In the past, problems within the MC’s have spilled onto Main Street, but Back Down Devil had done their best to ensure those kinds of situations were rare.

At the end of a pier, the motorcycles all pulled up into a line. Standing just a few yards away was a small group of guys. Three weren’t wearing shirts, two were loose muscle shirts, all for the purpose of showing off the steroid aided muscles the crew of Coast Road MC possessed.

Gaige hated these f*cking guys. They preyed on drugs and women on the beach.

Miller took the lead and shook hands with the leader of the other crew.

“Lenny, good to see you,” Miller said.

Lenny’s aged, but still large, muscles flexed as he shook Miller’s hand. “Are we going to keep this quiet?”

“My guys are fine,” Miller said. “I think we share common ground.”

Gaige stepped next to Miller, holding Emily’s hand. She stayed close to Gaige. On Miller’s left, Nate stepped up, his hands balled into fists. He eyed down Mutty, the second in charge of the crew. He had no shirt on and was ripped with muscle.

“Looking at something?” Mutty asked.

“Nice tits,” Nate said. “I bet your boyfriend loves sliding his cock between them.”

Mutty charged at Nate, head butting him.

“Oh, f*ck,” Gaige said.

This was their way of proving respect. There was only one true way to work things out.

Nate touched his face and his bloody lip. Mutty flexed his massive biceps and smiled.

“Want to do this?” he asked.

Nate made a fist and walked toward Mutty. Mutty threw a fist, but Nate saw it coming. He ducked and punched Mutty in the gut. He cried out and hunched over, reaching for Nate. Nate took a handful of Mutty’s hair and came across with another fist. Blood sprayed from Mutty’s face as he spun around and went down to one knee.

Gaige whistled and Emily gripped his hand tighter. He looked at her and nodded. “It’s okay, beautiful. They’re just working some things out.”

Mutty got back to his feet and jumped at Nate. Mutty’s two hands went around Nate’s throat.

“Roid rage,” Gaige called out. “Be careful.”

Miller, Blaine, Shay, and Griffin laughed.

Nate slammed his head forward and smashed Mutty’s nose. Mutty stumbled back but threw a quick fist, connecting with Nate’s face. Nate’s nose opened, but it still didn’t deter Nate. He was right back with two more heavy fists, sending Mutty back. Nate then wound up a big punch and hit Mutty in the chest. When Mutty spun and went down to one knee this time, the fight was over.

“Okay, okay,” Miller said. “I think we’ve made our points.”

Nate shook his hand and backed up. When Mutty stood there were deep red imprints of Nate’s rings on his chest.

“Aw, come on,” Blaine said, “I want to fight someone.”

Another big guy stepped forward and cracked his knuckles.

Lenny put a hand out and stopped it from happening. “Cool it, Cres. No more fists. We need to talk.”

Miller took off his sunglasses. “We need to find Eight Under. Your guys have a problem with them, so do we.”

“Why would we want to help you?” Lenny asked.

“Because we have the balls to do what you can’t,” Gaige said. “I need to find them. I need them alive.”