Steel Temptation (Back Down Devil MC #6)(10)

Leaving the compound left a shitty feeling running through Nate. There were charters north, east, south, everywhere. But going too far east was where Nate came from. The suits and backdoor business life he grew up in. Being a chunk of muscle for guys with rich blood, rich money, and the need to kill and control. It seemed inevitable that a MC would push against the mob, and it would happen again. There was only so much space in the world. And so much power.

Nate throttled his ride and sped up. Blaine then hurried up and met him, riding side by side. Going through the town up into the windy roads of Frelen. The rolling hills and land held a lot of secrets. A big chunk of land was owned by Back Down Devil MC. That dirt had a ton of history to it. Dirt that could easily put everyone in the MC away for a long time. Even in prison though, the MC had a way to survive. The only way to stop it was to kill.

Death was the ultimate end of it all.

The open road did wonders for the soul, even for one that was tortured and twisted. Nate settled in, even if he didn’t have a destination. They’d have to get back to the clubhouse. They’d have to attack soon.

Very soon.

Nate took to a large turn and eased his ride all the way around. Time to go back. There was nowhere else to go. Circling around ghosts and demons wasn’t going to do anything to fix the problem right now.

When Nate made the turn, Blaine right there with him, he noticed something in the mirror. He saw the car a few minutes ago and didn’t think much of it. His training with the mob had taught him how to look for everything. Never take anything for face value.

Nate reached out and got close enough to touch Blaine’s shoulder. He then put a thumbs up and pointed back. When Blaine looked, his hand went for his gun. Nate shook his head.

No shooting. Let’s get them…

So they kept going.

The car kept following. It kept a distance but not far enough. Either the person driving the car didn’t give a shit about being seen, or they were just plain stupid.

Whatever it was, Nate was done dealing with this shit.

For a split second, he almost felt bad for the person in the car.

Then again, it was going to be a blast killing whoever it was.





five.



Mia only had experience one other time following someone. It was her boyfriend a few years ago when she knew he was f*cking someone else. He insisted he wasn’t cheating, just working the late shift at an auto garage that closed at seven. He’d go out at ten with an emergency and then come back at two in the morning, showered and changed. And horny. Which was sick in itself. Then, Mia just followed the * to other woman’s house and raised a little hell.

This was far different though.

Mia was following two motorcycles. Just like Uncle Jake wanted her to do. She had waited for over an hour for them to ride by. Now she was behind them. Her hands clutching the wheel, not sure what to do next. All Uncle Jake wanted was for her to see what they were doing. He insisted they were a threat to Frelen and everyone in town. Not that Mia could argue that. They were big, rough, and violent men.

They went around a small bend, the two motorcycles turning at the same time. Mia took the turn, gently pressing the brakes. She told herself it was just driving. Play it cool. Nothing stupid. Nothing wild.

The motorcycle on the left started to get ahead of the other one.

Mia hit the brakes again.

Her heart started to pound with a sick sense of premonition.

Before she could react - which would honestly be what? - the other motorcycle cut to the left, turned sideways, and the rider pulled out a gun.

The following was officially over.

Mia felt her foot hit the gas pedal.

Don’t run him over… don’t kill him… he’s Back Down Devil… holyshitholyshitholyshit…

Mia turned to the right, then tried cutting the wheel to the left. Her car went off road, into the dirt, kicking up dust. She felt her ass end cut out and the car spun. She put both feet to the brakes and shut her eyes, fearing the worst.

As fast as it all went bad, it all stopped.

There was silence for a few seconds, the dust clearing.

Then it got worse.

Much f*cking worse.

Mia saw the biker approaching the car. His gun pointed. His lip snarled. The darkness of his eyes bothered the hell out of her. Not just because they were terrifying but because they were beautiful. He had beautiful, dark eyes.

Seriously? He’s going to kill you and you think he’s hot.

Of course he was hot.

His shoulders were bigger than the boulders all around her. Muscles flexed as he held the weapon tight in his hands. The second biker started to approach, his gun also drawn.

Mia was so screwed.

She grabbed at the car door and opened it. She jumped from the car and put her hands up.

“I’m a woman!” she yelled.

“I don’t give a shit who you are,” the first biker said.

“I can tell you’re a woman,” the other biker said. “Nice tits.”

That made Mia feel even worse. Two of these big, tough men coming at her, with weapons pointed at her.

What are they going to do to me?

Mia backed up and hit her own car. The bikers kept moving at her.

“Check her, Blaine,” the first biker said. “Make sure she’s not carrying.”

“Oh, f*ck yeah,” the second biker, Blaine, said. “I’ll search her. I’ll check every inch of her body. Full cavity search.” He was inches from Mia. He stunk of booze and body odor. And muscle and grease. “Let’s see how far my fingers can dig deep into you…”