Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(111)

“Not for long,” Gaige said. “Trust me, Miller. I know what I’m doing.”

“Yeah. I hope so. I’m going to call Jerry about the mess up the road. I want everyone else back at the f*cking clubhouse right now. Got it?”

Everyone nodded.

Gaige said, “We’re there.”

The ride back to clubhouse was a peaceful one. Gaige felt the relief come off his shoulders a little, knowing that at least half the problems were solved. Eight Under would receive the message loud and clear. They sent out two *s to shoot at Back Down Devil and the revenge was complete now. It would take them time to fix their little shit hole of a gas station and get back to business.

Now Gaige needed to get to Max and make it all go away.

Back at the clubhouse, Gaige parked his motorcycle and waited for Shay. Shay backed the black car down the ramp to the underground garage. He and Gaige then carried Vinny from the truck into a small room that was labeled to be a janitorial closet. A lot of blood was spilled in that room. A lot of screams buried in the heavy concrete.

They tied Vinny and left him there.

Gaige shut the door and locked it.

“You going to kill him?” Shay asked.

“Soon,” Gaige said. “I need to do something else first.”

“You need to see your woman,” Shay said. “She’s gotten to you, bro.”

“Yeah, maybe she has.” Gaige started to walk and Shay put a hand out. “Don’t f*cking do it,” Gaige warned. “I’m not in the mood.”

“No, brother, I don’t care where you stick your cock. I want you to know that Jace stuck up for your woman in there.”

“Yeah?”

“That Strokner fellow had his hands all over her. Touching her. Saying things to her. Jace had a gun pointed at him and he still made a move. He took a nasty hit to the face too. Keep that in mind.”

“Thanks,” Gaige said.

They exited the underground garage. Shay got in the car and Gaige went to the clubhouse. Once inside, he looked around and started to feel comfortable. This was his home. These were his brothers. Even if they didn’t all get along.

Gaige spotted Jace at the corner of the bar with a shot and beer in front of him. He saw the cut on his face and knew he needed to say something. He walked to the bar next to Jace and ordered a beer. He drank from it as he stared at the back of the bar.

“What you did today…,” Gaige started.

“I don’t want to f*cking talk about it,” Jace said.

“We’re not going to talk about it. I’m going to thank you for f*cking helping me when I wasn’t here. This is a messy time right now and it’s good to know we all have each other’s back.”

“Of course we f*cking do,” Jace said. “That’s what the patch means, bro.”

“Good. Glad we got that out in the open.”

“But mark it in your f*cking mind,” Jace said, “I don’t expect something in return. And you better not expect me to do it again. We’re all putting a lot of trust in you, bro. You better not f*ck us over.”

Gaige looked at Jace. Just staring at the son of a bitch made Gaige want to fight him. “The only thing I’m going to f*ck is in the back of the clubhouse.”

Jace lifted his beer bottle and tipped it toward Gaige. “Then cheers.”

Gaige hit his bottle to Jace’s and walked away.

“Fucking *,” he mumbled.

At Griffin’s door, Gaige opened it and found Emily and Griffin hovered over his desk. He turned and nodded at Gaige.

“In one piece,” Griffin admired.

Gaige opened his leather. “Not even a f*cking scratch.”

“Jesus Christ,” Griffin said. “You’re f*cking crazy.”

“That I am.” Gaige put a hand out and smiled at Emily. “Come on, beautiful, quit doing his work. He gets paid to be the bitch.”

“Thanks for your help, love,” Griffin said.

“Anytime,” Emily said.

The moment Gaige touched Emily’s hand, he pulled her close and lifted her up. He kissed her and let out a breath of relief. He rushed her out of the room and hurried down to his room. Before he could kick the door shut, he was reaching for Emily’s shirt.

“Off, beautiful,” he ordered. “I had a f*ck of a day and I need you right now.”

Emily laughed and took her shirt off. Gaige began to match her. In silence, they turned it into a sexy game. Shirt for shirt. Pants for pants. Emily wiggled her perfect hips as she stepped out of her panties. Gaige stripped off his boxers, showing Emily what her body did to him. He was thick and hard. The only thing left was Emily’s bra. She unsnapped it and let it fall to the floor.

Gaige swooped in, cupping Emily’s breasts in his hands. It was such a powerful feeling. His hands, just a short while ago, were guiding his motorcycle to chase down those *s from Eight Under. With his right hand, he pulled the trigger of his gun to end the life of the second gunman. And now his hands held Emily’s warm breasts. His thumbs moved across her erect nipples with ease, causing Emily to moan with pleasure.

Gaige kissed Emily and forced himself between her legs. He could feel the burning warmth of her body. She clung to him as he lifted, pressing harder. Emily reached down and gripped Gaige with both hands. She stroked him. Gaige broke the kiss and looked down, loving the sight of his thick cock sliding in and out of Emily’s small hands.