Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(119)

On Bob’s desk sat the proposal to overtake the acres of land from Back Down Devil MC. It would cost a shit ton of money, and it would require a lot of backdoor payouts to basically steal the land from the MC, but once they found the bones and bodies in the ground, it wouldn’t f*cking matter one bit.

The clock was ticking and Bob’s patience was wearing out. He had made his demands clear with Gaige. If you the young biker wanted to show off his big cock and prove to the MC he could wheel and deal, this was his chance. If not, then Bob would simply crush the MC. They’d end up a prison and more than likely they’d be greeted by plenty of enemies to take care of them.

A knock came at the door.

“Open it,” Bob called out.

His assistant, Trevor, a young kid fresh out of college with peach fuzz on his chin and innocence in his eyes walked into the office.

“Sorry to bother you, sir,” Trevor said. “But something has arrived for you. It’s urgent.”

“Of course,” Bob said. “Bring it here.”

“Oh, and Mr. Riley called. He wants to know if you’ve made your decision on the land deal yet.”

“I’m thinking,” Bob said. “Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

Trevor put a box on the desk. Bob looked at it. It was unmarked except for Bob’s name on the box and the word URGENT written in big letters and underlined three times.

“This could be a bomb,” Bob said. “And you brought it to me?”

Trevor’s face turned white. “Sir, I’m so sorry. I’ll call the police.”

“Don’t bother now,” Bob said. “I’ll have to face this… turn around.”

Trevor turned. Bob stood and peeled the tape off the box. When he opened the cardboard flaps and saw what was inside, he closed the box again.

“Trevor.”

Trevor turned. “Sir.”

“You can leave now,” Bob said. “Oh, and make the call to Mr. Riley on my behalf. We’re going to put that land deal on hold for a little while longer.”

“Yes, sir,” Trevor said.

The young man rushed from the office. When the door shut, Bob opened the flaps of the box and looked inside. He smirked. Staring back at him was a set of bloody eyeballs.

Along with a note.



Stare into the eyes of the man who killed your daughter. As promised.





-G


Bob crumpled up the note and threw it out.

The MC had come through.

Bob crashed back to his chair and reached for his cigar. He opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a lighter. He lit the cigar and took a few big puffs, enjoying its luxurious taste. He put his head back and blew rings of smoke.

Gaige had come through, yes.

But was this done? No.

Bob smiled and wondered what else he could utilize Back Down Devil MC for.





twenty-eight.



Blaine stood as he smoked, enjoying the warm sunshine on his face. They had the gate open, waiting for Shay to return with his new car. Erik and Landon stood at a motorcycle, a new one that Erik picked up on a debt that was owed to him. Gaige and Miller were across the parking lot, each sitting on their motorcycles, talking business.

Griffin sat at a table with Emily, reviewing paperwork.

Jace and Nate sipped beers, gazing upon the ground as though it contained to answers to all the questions they each wore on their souls.

The MC was a large family. Everyone had their own problems to face. However, they all had each others backs and nothing else mattered but that.

“Man, I need to f*cking get laid,” Blaine said as he tossed his smoke to the ground and stepped on it.

“How long has it been?” Landon asked. “Twelve hours?”

“I had some wild ass last night,” Blaine said. “But all she wanted to do was suck my dick.”

“Tough life,” Erik said.

“Yeah, but her fingers wouldn’t stop… uh… touching me.”

“Touching you?” Landon asked.

“She wanted to play somewhere I’m not so sure about,” Blaine said. He put up two fingers. “She tried two fingers up there.”

“What the f*ck…,” Erik said.

“His ass,” Landon said and laughed.

“You let her?” Erik asked.

“Had to do what I had to do, bro,” Blaine said. “She was a freak though. When she took her fingers out, she started to…”

“No!” Erik yelled. “I don’t want to f*cking hear it.”

Blaine had his tongue out and then smiled. “Can’t handle it?”

“Christ,” Erik said as he stepped away from the motorcycle.

“What’s up with you, brother? Your cock getting care?” Blaine asked Landon.

“Why are you so worried about our cocks? What’s with your f*cking mind, bro?”

“Hey, a happy cock makes a happy man,” Blaine said.

“Sick,” Landon said.

“But I’m right.”

A black car turned and Blaine started to clap. “Look at this f*cking ride coming.”

The sleek black car with tinted windows looked beautiful.

Blaine whistled as Shay turned into the lot. The driver’s window came down and Shay smiled.