Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(73)

"Looks like you've got your fight now," Nate said. "Could you have picked someone a little bigger?"

Gaige smiled. "He better f*cking kill me, bro. If not, I'm going to keep getting back up until he's down."

Gaige didn't need to be cocky or confident... he was that crazy and that tough.





four.



"I can't believe we're doing this," Emily said as she sat shotgun in Rachel's sports car.

The windows were down and the cool, salty air felt good against her skin. Emily’s hair danced all over the place and she had given up trying to fix it a few miles ago.

"It's fun," Rachel said. "Tough bikers duking it out. Plus, you need to get laid, girl."

"What?"

"I'm sorry, but you do. You haven't had a date in months. I mean, when was the last time you had sex?"

"Two nights ago."

"Without battery operated assistance?" Rachel winked.

Emily turned her head as her cheeks flushed. "I'm not answering that question."

"Yeah, it was probably that dumb baseball player a few months ago, wasn't it? Mr. Big League with the small baseball bat..."

Emily burst out laughing. "It wasn't that small."

"Yeah, sure. You didn't even come from him I bet. So it's been longer. You really need tonight."

"Rachel, I am not going to hook up with some biker tonight," Emily said.

Been there, done that before...

"Just go with whatever happens, please?"

Emily didn't respond. She looked out the window and in the distance she could see the beach. There was still the faintest sight of daylight as night came upon the town. People would still be on the beach, beginning their nightly festivities. The parties. The fires. Cooking. Drinking. Music. Laughing. People hooking up. Enjoying life.

"Are you listening to me?" Rachel asked.

"Actually, I'm not," Emily said.

"Well, perk up, we're here."

Emily looked as Rachel turned down an alley and stopped the car. At the end of the alley was a large metal gate with two men standing at the entrance.

"We're going in there?" Emily asked.

"Yeah. That's where they do it. It's an old junkyard."

"What about the cops?"

"I don't know," Rachel said. "I'm not the one fighting. I'm just an innocent girl who got lost here. Oh, maybe if the cops bust it up, I can jump on the back of Blaine's bike."

"So he can... nevermind," Emily said as she shook her head.

"Come on, Em, please," Rachel said. "Just have some fun for once. Promise me you'll have fun."

"Okay. I promise."

Emily climbed out of the car and walked next to Rachel to the large gate. The two men eyed them up.

"Something wrong?" Rachel asked.

Emily had seen this scene before in a different life. These guys were given a kickback from the fights to police the alley. If the cops showed up, they knew what to say and how to handle the situation. Chances were, the cops roaming around this part of town were already well aware of the fights and were paid to keep their distance.

"Can I help you ladies?" one of the men asked.

"I'm looking for a junker," Emily said. "I drive hard and fast."

"Em!" Rachel cried out and punched her arm. "What is wrong with you?"

The two men laughed.

"I'm here to see Blaine. He's in a motorcycle group."

"Club," Emily said.

"What?" Rachel asked.

"Nothing."

Emily had to bite her tongue. She couldn't act like she knew what was going on or that she had any knowledge of all this motorcycle club business.

"Enjoy the night," one of the men said and then he opened the gate.

As Emily walked into the junkyard compound she could hear the yells and screams from the fights. She hated to admit it, but it excited her. She smiled and grabbed Rachel by the hand.

The fights were held in the center of the judgement. The large crowds of people and lines upon lines of motorcycles were pretty awesome to see. The different crews lined up, their guys in leather, everyone segregated by club. There was a circled platform that was empty right now.

"I bet that's where they fight," Rachel said.

"Let's get close and find out," Emily said.

They got to the back of the crowd and stopped. All around them was the smell of smoke... cigarettes and pot for sure. Everyone had a beer bottle in their hand. Women were huddled together, talking and laughing, probably all waiting to find someone to go home with. It was both raunchy and sexy.

"I wish we could find Blaine," Rachel said. "There's so many people here."

Emily pointed to an empty picnic table and they ran to it. The climbed up on top and scanned the crowd. To Emily it was just bikers on top of bikers. A mass of guys who wanted to ride, fight, drink, and f*ck. It was intense.

"I don't know what to do," Rachel said.

A small cheer kicked up and Rachel pointed. There were a few men pushing and shoving each other. A small circle broke open and the two guys looked ready to fight.

"Holy shit," Rachel said.