Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(96)

“Fuck,” Gaige said. “I can’t believe this.”

Everything was legit. Belle wasn’t in danger. Gaige looked at Blaine.

“What do we do now?” Blaine asked.

“I guess we…”

Gaige saw the figure in the doorway a split second before the gunshot rang. Gaige dropped and pulled Blaine to the floor. He pointed his gun in the general direction and pulled the trigger.

“Fucking *,” Gaige growled.

He jumped up and ran. Blaine was right behind him. They charged into the hallway and Gaige saw a man running down the hall.

“Stop running, Max,” Gaige yelled.

The man turned and stumbled a few steps, obviously surprised that Gaige knew his name. He pointed his gun and took two more random shots, just to keep Gaige and Blaine at bay.

Gaige took a step and Blaine grabbed his arm. “He’s gone, bro. He won’t be back for this.”

“I have to kill that *,” Gaige said. “He’s been threatening Emily for a long time.”

“What do we do then?” Blaine asked. “Chase him down?”

“No. I know what he’s driving. We’ll find him. Last thing we need is to light up the hotel with gunshots. Police will be here in a second and don’t forget about who owns the f*cking place.”

Mr. f*cking Strokner.

Gaige walked back to the hotel room and went inside. Belle was now shaking. Everything had become very real for her.

“Sorry about that,” Gaige said. “Are you okay?”

“What the f*ck was that about?” Belle cried.

“Don’t ever f*cking do business with him again, okay?”

Belle nodded. “Now what?”

“I’m going to untie you and then I’ll take you back to your office,” Gaige said.

“Wait a second, wait a second, wait a second,” Blaine said as he touched Gaige’s shoulder.

Gaige looked at Blaine. He stared at Belle with big eyes. He smiled.

“Blaine…”

“Let me take care of this one,” Blaine said.

“You’re kidding me,” Belle said.

“Come on, pretty,” Blaine said. “You’ve never seen a cock like mine.”

“Were you paid already?” Gaige asked.

“Yes,” Belle said.

Gaige punched Blaine in the shoulder. “Well, have at it then.”

Blaine stepped toward Belle and ran a hand through her hair. “Are you going to play nice?”

“You’re the boss now,” Belle whispered. “Anything you want.”

“Anything?” Blaine asked.

“Careful with that,” Gaige said. “Blaine is a sick f*ck.”

Gaige heard Blaine unzipping his pants as he pulled the door shut. It wouldn’t lock, but he knew Blaine wouldn’t give a f*ck. He’d have sex in the middle of the street if it meant getting *.

Gaige carefully left the hotel, trying to plan his next move.

He needed to find Eight Under and find the * who killed Emily’s friend. And he needed to find Max and take care of that situation too.

Gaige looked up at the hotel and wondered if Blaine really wasn’t in the right mindset lately. He was focused on himself and his cock. When the club needed him he did what he needed to, and then it was right back to his cock.

As Gaige rode back to clubhouse, he had the sudden feeling that someone was following him. He checked his mirror and saw a black SUV trailing two cars behind.

“Fuck,” Gaige whispered.

Gaige cut to the right and passed two cars. He checked his mirror again and watched the black SUV perform the same move. He was definitely being followed. The last thing Gaige needed was some kind of shootout right on a main street. The less attention on the MC the better right now.

At the next intersection, Gaige made a hard right. He cut off a few cars and listened to the blaring of horns. He looked again and saw the black SUV slam its brakes and peel to the right to follow. Gaige sped up and knew what he had to do.

Gaige never backed down from a fight.

He sped to the end of the road and made another right. From there, he took a left onto a long stretch of road. There wasn’t much traffic at all and it led right to where he and Nate killed two of the Eight Under crew. But Gaige wasn’t going out that far. He pulled over and took out his phone, calling Nate for backup.

The black SUV came to a skidding halt.

Nate would never make it to Gaige in time, but in case these *s kidnapped him or did something stupid, the club would knew where to start.

Gaige pulled his gun out and pointed it at the driver.

“Hands up!” he yelled.

The driver listened.

“Put the back window down,” Gaige ordered

The driver put the window down and Gaige shook his head.

It was Mr. Strokner.

“You seem to be running like you’re hiding something,” Mr. Strokner said.

“I just don’t like to be followed,” Gaige said. “Is that a problem?”

“Hardly,” Mr. Strokner said. “The real problem is where I’m going right now.” Mr. Strokner looked at Gaige. “Do you know where I’m going?”

“No. Why would I give a shit?”

“I’m on my way to a funeral home. I get to pick out a casket today. For my daughter.”