Secret Mayhem (Back Down Devil MC #4)(12)

“I know what I want,” Nile said, staring at Shay. “I want Ava’s * in my mouth.”

Now Shay had a name.

Ava.

He looked at her again. She was staring straight at him. Something didn't add up. She didn’t belong here. She didn’t belong in the middle of this group. And there was no way in hell she was a grieving old lady.

“Keep staring,” Nile said. “That’s all you’ll get. Because when I f*ck her, I’m going to kill her. That’s how I like it.”

Shay looked at Nile and shook his head.

This wasn’t going to be a warm welcome. At least not before blood was shed and respect was earned.





five.



Miller tried to diffuse the situation one last time by putting a hand to Trev’s shoulder. “We also have a couple strip clubs we could call. Blaine over here has run through all of them there… twice… so he knows the best *.”

“I don’t share,” Blaine said. “Well, unless you share what you brought.”

“Enough,” Gaige said. “This is bullshit. This is our home. Where we live. Where we vote. Where we survive. You came by request. Remember that.”

Tynn whipped out a knife and had it at Gaige’s throat a second later. “And remember… we don’t take requests. We don’t take orders. We do what we want.”

Fuck…

Shay knew it was time to mark their territory. He looked at Nile and curled his lip.

“What happened to your eye?” he asked.

“Got shot,” Nile said.

“Oh, got it. I thought someone stuck their cock in your eye. You into that sick kind of shit?”

Nile growled and came forward.

And just like that, the Lost Men were given the proper welcoming by Back Down Devil MC.

Nile slammed his body into Shay’s and the rest of the group started to tangle. Men were yelling. Boots were scuffing against the ground. Chains rattling. The sick sounds of fists hitting flesh, rings slicing against skin, the wet slosh of blood flying through the air and being spit to the ground.

As Nile came down on Shay with punch after punch, Shay threw a right elbow and connected with Nile’s jaw. It made Nile stiffen up for a split second. Shay came across with a right hand and knocked Nile off him. Shay stood and started to kick Nile, over and over, feeling the tip of his boot cracking against Nile’s ribs. When he looked up, another guy was charging at him, knife in hand.

“Motherf*cker,” Shay yelled.

He quickly turned and grabbed the man’s wrist. Thanks to years of dealing with his brother, Shay had become a master shot and could defend himself against most weapons. The trick was to focus on the weapon first, the man second. Shay twisted the man’s wrist and the knife fell from his hand. Then Shay focused on the man, throwing his shoulder into his jaw, sending him to the ground. Shay spotted the knife and picked it up. For a second he thought about killing the *, but starting a war with the Lost Men wasn’t needed. Plus, this technically was just for fun. Dangerous fun, but still fun.

Shay opened the man’s leather and put the knife to his heart.

“I’ll f*cking gut you if you get back up,” Shay warned.

Nile started to stir. With one more kick, he put Nile on his back again. Shay stepped on Nile’s throat and ripped the eye patch away, revealing a chunk of skin where his eye was supposed to be.

“Look at me,” Shay said. “Look at me good, Nile. If you ever threaten that woman over there again, I’ll kill you. I’ll take your other eye and keep it as a souvenir. If you ever threaten to touch her, f*ck her, or kill her, I’ll make it so you wish you were dead. Do you understand that?”

Nile showed bloody teeth. “Fuck you.”

“Yeah, exactly.”

Shay lifted his foot and brought it down on Nile’s face. Nile screamed and rolled around holding his face.

Shay turned and spotted Miller and Trev leaning against a concrete wall, arms crossed, one leg up. The Lost Men believed that they were each in control of their own lives, but it was obvious that Trev was their leader.

Ava was off to the side, taking cover between two motorcycles. Shay grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet.

“Follow me, love,” Shay whispered.

He guided Ava around the fight just as Gaige grabbed someone by the back of their leather and threw them into a motorcycle. The man and the motorcycle toppled to the ground. Nate had another man on the ground with his boot on his throat while he held another man off the ground and punched him over and over.

Shay took Ava to the other side of the compound, away from the fight, and lifted her onto the seat of his motorcycle. She was unusually beautiful and seemed too put together to belong with a group of misfits like the Lost Men.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“You heard them,” Ava said.

“We’re not in a position to deal with liars…”

Hearing those words as they came out of his own mouth made him realize just how hypocritical he was right now. He was hiding the most important information from his MC.

“I’m not lying to you,” Ava said. “I’m doing what I’m…”

“Shut up,” Shay said. “Sit on my f*cking motorcycle or else I’ll let Nile do what he wants to you.”