Secret Mayhem (Back Down Devil MC #4)(54)

But Ava still had no idea where Shay was.

Taking a big risk, Ava hurried across the opening and put her back to the wall at the next hallway. She shuffled down and turned to face another door.

“Come on,” she whispered. “Please…”

She touched the doorknob and turned. This one was unlocked. She smiled, her heart pounding in her chest. There was a chance she wouldn’t find anything in the room, but she knew that these guys didn’t just carry one gun or knife on them. They had to have extra protection in their rooms.

Ava pushed on the door and gritted her teeth. The last thing she needed was to open the door and wake someone or find someone waiting for her. If she made even the slightest noise...

A hand touched Ava’s shoulder. Before she could scream, a hand slid across her mouth. She tried to gasp but there was no air. She sucked in a breath through her nose and started to gag at the smell of the hand.

“Sweetie, it’s just me.” It was Blaine’s voice. “Don’t panic, okay? Don’t scream. I’m taking you. For your own safety.”

Ava tried to twist. She threw a foot back which did nothing. As she squirmed, she heard Blaine grunt. He side stepped and pressed Ava against the wall. Ava continued to move, trying to get away.

“Sweetie, I’m going to be honest,” Blaine whispered. “I like a good fight. And your little ass is so f*cking tight…”

Ava squirmed again and she felt Blaine’s erection. Long and thick, pressing like a steel pole against her back.

“I’m not trying to hurt you,” Blaine said. “But I’ll f*cking stand right here and let you squirm until I come. Won’t bother me at all.”

Ava stopped moving. She nodded.

Slowly, Blaine took his hand away from her mouth. He turned her around. She looked at him. He was so scary looking, but he was also sexy, in his own way.

“Where’s Shay?” Ava asked. “I have to help him.”

“No, sweetie,” Blaine said. “Shay’s gone. Okay? Now, I need you to come with me. I can explain more. But I need to keep you away from the Lost Men. You can trust me.”

Ava knew she had no choice. Blaine put a hand inside of his leather cut and gripped the handle of his gun. It was a silent threat. When Ava looked into his eyes again, he motioned with his head to start walking.

“Sweetie, what I’m going to do for you is nothing compared to what the Lost Men want to do… got that?”

Ava nodded and walked.

She missed Shay and she f*cking hated Back Down Devil for doing this.





twenty-four.



Shay never feared the dark in his life. Even when he was a kid. It was Caius who was afraid of the dark. Shay used to keep a flashlight under his pillow so Caius would feel safe in their bedroom. But right now, Shay was tied to a chair in a dark room. Gaige and Nate had done the wonderful honors of bringing Shay to the building where Kaity had fought and was then cut by Caius.

Shay suppressed all his emotions. This was about survival. This was about finally getting the opportunity to face his brother. The rest of the bullshit with Back Down Devil, the Lost Men, and even Ava would be handled when the time came.

A light turned on, followed by another, another, and another. They made loud noises as they turned on. The building was empty and Shay sat right in the middle of the fight circle.

Two men stepped from the shadows. They wore full suits and ties. With wide shoulders and thick necks, they were definitely part of Caius's security team. Their life wasn't much different than Shay's except the fact that Shay got to look like an outlaw and act like one. Plus, a motorcycle was much cooler than some tinted window piece of shit car.

“Hey, f*ckers,” Shay instigated.

The man on the left nodded. Then the man on the right punched Shay in the face. Shay rocked to the left, but didn’t fall from the chair. His jaw ached and a ringing sound buzzed in his ear for a few seconds.

He shook his head and groaned. “Fuck. That felt good. Where’s Caius? He got what he wanted.”

“We’re securing the perimeter,” the man on the left said. “Making sure your friends don’t come back.”

“Did you see them? They had my hands tied and f*cking threw me into the building, literally. They're not coming back for me.”

“How sad,” the man on the left said.

Shay looked at him. “You know, did anyone ever tell you that you look like a giant cock wearing sunglasses?”

The man smiled. “My associate is going to loosen things up while we wait for Caius.”

Shay turned his head and saw the man sliding a set of brass knuckles over his fingers.

“Come the f*ck on… what do you want?”

The man on the left bent down. “He likes blood. Lots of it.”

The man on the right punched Shay again. The metal crushed against his face. This time he and the chair went down and his head smacked the concrete floor. The entire room started to spin. The man kicked the chair so Shay was on his back.

“Time to match it up,” he said as he bent down.

Another hard swing hit the left side of Shay’s face. Shay’s head snapped to the right. He felt a pop in his neck and he started to throw up.

“Aw,” the man said. “Look at him. He’s f*cking puking.”