Secret Mayhem (Back Down Devil MC #4)(7)

“What do you think is going to happen?” Ava asked. She leaned forward, playing the game. “I’m going to lift my shirt and bra… and socks are going to fall out? Or a box of tissues…?”

“No,” Nile said. “Those titties ain’t square, sweetie. They’re perfect for three things…”

“What’s that?”

Nile smiled. “My hand. My mouth. And my cock.”

Ava shook her head. “Dirty, old bikers.”

She started to back away and Nile shot a hand out and grabbed her by the wrist. “You listen here, sweetie. If I say I want to see them tits, you lift that f*cking shirt. If not, I’ll tear it off your body right in front of everyone. I’ll throw you down on this pool table and fill your mouth with something much bigger than a beer bottle.”

“Oh yeah, with what? Your cock? Because I doubt it… I choke on small things…”

Nile growled and pulled. Ava crashed against the pool table. She let out a cry and collapsed to the ground. On her ass, she looked up at Nile. He stepped forward, opening his legs, putting himself right in front of her mouth.

“I like you better like this,” he said. He touched his zipper. “Open that dirty mouth of yours so I can clean it out.”

“I’ll bite your cock off,” Ava said.

“Yeah? And I’ll put a f*cking bullet through your skull. I don’t give a f*ck whose old lady you were or are…”

Nile started to unzip his pants. Ava’s heart pounded in her chest. She’d been playing this game for months now and had gotten herself into some strange situations. But never one like this. The closest was when she was with Nile once before, in his room, sitting on the bed. She had been dying to see what was really behind his eye patch. A few fake shots of whiskey for herself and twice as many real shots for Nile had him lifting the eye patch up. Underneath was a scarred glob of skin where an eye used to be. Nile claimed he was shot in the face and lost his eye… and part of his mind. That was his cheap joke and Ava had stupidly laughed at it. He had pulled her on top of him, but he fell asleep before he could command anything.

Now, it was a different situation.

“How long can you hold your breath?” Nile asked. “I’m going to jam it so far down your throat, I’ll come out your ass.”

Nile had his zipper all the way down. Ava had two choices. She could just do as told, like she was expected to do in return for protection and a roof over her head. Or her second choice was to stand and run like hell. But that would only end with Nile catching her and really punishing her for not obeying.

Before Ava could make her decision, a shadow came over her and she looked up to see Trev, the president of the Lost Men. He took one swing at Nile and sent him flying back into the wall and down to the floor.

Trev walked over Ava and got on one knee to grab Nile by the back of the hair.

“What were you planning?” Trev growled.

“Nothing,” Nile said, blood dripping from his mouth. “Just f*cking around. That’s all.”

“Looked like you were about to force your little dick into that woman’s mouth.”

“Maybe so.”

“You know who she is, right?”

“Yeah. I get it.”

“Do you?” Trev slammed his head forward into Nile’s face. His nose exploded and Nile cried out. “Do something like that again and I’ll f*cking pluck your other eye out with a fork and shove it up your ass.”

Trev stood and turned. He had a smear of blood on his forehead. He walked to Ava and put a hand out. She took it and he pulled her up.

“What the f*ck were you doing?” he whispered to her.

“Nothing. Just bringing beers.”

“Hanging one out of your mouth… bending over… flirting… talking about your tits and body… you want to f*cking get raped? You want to die?”

“No,” Ava said, swallowing hard.

“I’ve told you before, these aren’t the guys you think they are. They don’t call us Lost Men for nothing. There is no justice. There is no control. They’ll f*cking kill you, gut you, bury you, and not even blink. The only credibility you have is that you were Stein’s old lady.”

“Stein!” a group of men yelled. They all lifted their drinks and bowed their heads for a few seconds.

Trev didn’t. He stared right at Ava.

“I get it,” Ava whispered. “I’m sorry. I just hate when they all look at me…”

“With respect. Jealousy. Horny rage. Be lucky you are who you are.”

Ava nodded. Trev turned her around and walked her from the bar to her private room. It was no bigger than a utility closet and did not even enough room for a bed. Ava had been sleeping on an old love seat with cushions that didn’t even match.

She sat down on the couch and let out a long sigh.

Being stuck out in the middle of nowhere was not the life changing trip she had expected to take. This was supposed to be about discovery and escaping her husband’s greedy hold on her. Instead, she was more trapped than she ever thought.

A knock sounded at her door and Ava stood up. “Who is it?”

“Nile.”

“Come in.”

The door opened. “I’m not coming in.” His face was covered in blood. “Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”