Secret Mayhem (Back Down Devil MC #4)(48)

Ava was sitting at the bar, waiting for him. Her beauty filled the clubhouse and filled his heart. Her blue eyes were piercing.

Shay took Ava by the hand and pulled. “Come with me, love. I need you to do something for the club.”





twenty-one.



Ava wasn’t sure what to expect as Shay pulled her down the hall. When he stopped at the corner and tossed her against the wall, she thought she was in trouble for a second. Her hands smacked against the wall and she looked at Shay wide eyed.

“What’s wrong? How was your meeting?”

“We were set up again,” Shay said. “Caius was there, hiding, and he shot an Eight Under member in the head. A battle broke out, and the Lost Men are now down two men.

Ava gasped. “Holy shit, Shay.”

“That’s what our life is all about, Ava. You never know what the road is going to bring. That’s also why I’m here right now. I can’t believe I have to demand this, but you need to help the MC.”

“Okay. What do you need?”

Shay took one of her hands and lifted it. “Need you to take care of someone.”

“Take care…?”

“The guy we hired to track down Caius… before we knew it was Caius. He was kidnapped, and had two fingers cut off.”

“You told me.”

“He also had his tongue cut out.”

Ava gasped again.

“He’s here. He was the guy at the bar. The club owes him and he’s set his eyes on you, Ava.”

“What?” Ava asked. “Set his eyes on me? What are you trying to say, Shay?”

“He’s married. He’s not looking for you to f*ck him. He just wants your hand for a little bit.”

Shay squeezed Ava’s hand and it started to shake. “You want me to jerk off a stranger?”

“He’s not a stranger to the club,” Shay said. “He took a beating and then some. And he did it without even being patched in. You do this for us, and you'll have the respect and protection of the entire club. We have to keep Jonesy comfortable so he will keep writing us notes. The more we find out, the better. If we don't find Caius soon, someone else is going to die. And it’s going to be someone in the club.”

Ava couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She looked up and down the hallway. The men that walked those halls were outlaws. They did what they wanted, yet they were humbled by the table in the meeting room and loyally abided by decisions made with a gavel.

“I just have to touch him?” Ava asked.

“Yeah. Grab him and just…”

“Doesn’t it bother you?”

Shay put his hands to Ava’s waist and held her tight against the wall. “It makes me mad with jealousy. If that’s what you want to hear. I want to f*cking kill someone right now thinking about it. But it’s what needs to be done. When we kill Caius and this all calms, then the club and everyone in it can take a f*cking breath.”

A few silent seconds later, Ava saw Blaine walking down the hall. He put his thumbs into his pockets and leaned against the wall.

“Everything good?” he asked.

“I think so,” Shay said.

“It’s good,” Ava said. “I’ll take care of it.”

“I’ll be in my f*cking room,” Shay said. “Make this quick and don’t push the limits.”

“Come here, sweetie,” Blaine said and put his hand out.

Ava refused to hold Blaine’s hand and she looked back at Shay. He looked devastated. Ava understood the guilt he was feeling, but that didn’t mean he needed to make rash and bad decisions. Then again, this was probably the punishment for hiding something from his club. And it gave Ava a chance to prove her worth to everyone. She didn’t want to just be some woman that ended up in Back Down Devil because she opened her legs for one of the members.

She felt like she belonged there. She belonged with Shay. And she wanted to do whatever she could to help him.

Blaine walked Ava to a room and opened the door. Ava stepped inside and saw a man lying on a bed. He had a blanket over the lower half of his body. His pants were on the floor.

“Jonesy, she’s ready for you,” Blaine said. “Don't push your luck. She's here to only do what you already requested."

When Jonesy turned to write something, the blanket moved and Ava saw his ass. She looked at Blaine and he put a hand to her lower back. As it slipped to her waist, he pulled her close.

“Just a hand, sweetie,” Blaine whispered. “Don’t think much of it. We’re men. We have needs. It’s part of life. This is just a favor. You’re a beautiful woman, Ava. I’d consider having my tongue cut out if it meant I'd get a hand job from you.”

Ava tried not to show emotion to the comment, but her cheeks flushed. Blaine’s hand moved down to Ava’s ass and he kissed her cheek.

Jonesy then showed the whiteboard.

Blaine laughed as he read the board. “You’re killing my dick, Blaine. Get the f*ck out.”

Ava appreciated the sense of humor

“You got it,” Blaine said.

He turned and left the room.

Ava stood with her hands at her side. She was so nervous and scared. She should have been used to the awkwardness after living with the Lost Men. She had endured their advances. Having their hands touch her. Exposing themselves to her. And even having them rub against her until they climaxed.