Steel Temptation (Back Down Devil MC #6)(12)

Mia accepted the words for what they were worth. Her life had been threatened many times, but this was real. Sexy or not, Nate was real. There was blood on his hands, death on his soul, he wasn’t just f*cking around.

Everything started to spin for Mia. It felt like her head was rolling round and round. She stepped forward and fell into Nate. She felt the hardness of his chest and then it was all darkness. All blackness. All gone.

I’m dead. I died. It’s over. No more pain, worry. No more money problems. I didn’t have to take a bullet. I bet that would have really hurt…

“Hey! Mia!”

Mia felt her eyes flutter for a second. She opened them and saw Nate looking down at her. She was on the ground now. But Nate wasn’t wearing his leather cut. Just a black t-shirt that hugged all the right places. Mia turned her head and realized Nate had rolled up his leather cut and put it behind her head.

Nate touched her cheek. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Christ, bro, are you going to make out with her?” Blaine called out.

Nate looked back. “Fuck off. If she needs a hospital…”

“Just leave her,” Blaine said. “Let her learn her goddamn lesson.”

“Shut up, man.” Nate looked at Mia. “You need to stand up. Remember, I’m your only f*cking friend right now.”

Nate stood. He offered a hand and Mia took it. He pulled and she sat up. Almost eye level with Nate’s… package… looking at a skull belt buckle.

“Come on,” he ordered.

He pulled again and Mia climbed to her feet. She was still a little weak and took advantage of Nate’s wild body and leaned into him. He quickly grabbed her by the shoulders and kept her at arm’s length. He stared like he had something to say. Instead, he reached down and grabbed his leather cut and put it back on.

“On the motorcycle, right now.”

Mia nodded.

Nate gave her his helmet and grinned. “Don’t want you spilling your brains on the road, babe.”

For a second Mia took that as a flirty comment.

Then Nate added, “We’d rather spill your brains ourselves. If you don’t listen…”

He then fired up his motorcycle and took off.

Mia jerked back and hurried to grab Nate and hang on tight.

She looked back at her car, seeing it grow smaller in the distance. The only thing she had on her was her cell phone.

And now she was taken by Nate… by Back Down Devil MC.





six.



Jesus Christ, she’s f*cking beautiful.

The worst thought to have when approaching an enemy. If she was an enemy. Was there a chance she had been telling the truth and was just cruising up and down Frelen? Yeah, f*ck that. She was blatantly following them and Nate needed to find out why. It didn’t matter that she had curly auburn hair or her eyes were a bright shade of brown. That her figure was simply to die for. The way her shirt pulled tight around the mounds of her breasts. How she didn’t show skin to look attractive, she was just naturally beautiful. And then jeans with tears in them.

Fuck. Stop this.

It was a huge risk bringing her back to the clubhouse like this. There was a good chance Miller would string her up by chains and just kill her. Or some of the guys - like f*cking Blaine - would want to have their way with her.

But if she was an enemy…she’d have to be killed. There was no way around it.

Blaine rode behind Nate, just in case Mia did try to do something stupid. If she jumped off, she’d be dead. One way or another. Whatever the hell pulled her into this situation…

As they approached the center of Frelen, something caught Nate’s attention. He could see a little bit up the road there were three Coast Road MC motorcycles cruising out of Frelen. He saw their wide backs and stupid logos. It made him grip the handlebars tighter. Coast Road MC felt comfortable enough to just do what they wanted in and out of Frelen. And why not? They had the backing, didn’t they? If Chief Jerry and that f*cking judge were keeping Coast Road MC under their wings, they just floated around. Dealing drugs. Moving drugs.

“Christ,” Nate growled under his breath.

He made the turn to get into the compound. Two prospects were there to quickly shut the gates. They then stood there, holding rifles like it was some kind of military base about to be under attack.

Miller stood on a table, barking orders at a bunch of the guys. Gaige sat on the table, looking around. Blaine darted ahead and parked his ride first. Nate felt Mia clutching his shirt tighter than ever.

He slowly walked the motorcycle backward and turned it off. He hit the kickstand, leaned the motorcycle, and then gave Mia a chance to get off. She did, but kept on hand at his shirt, holding.

When Nate looked at her, he gritted his teeth.

She was scared shitless. Whatever was going on was not her fault at all. She was tied into this against her own will. And now she was in the compound against her own will. Some people say when it rains, it pours. Nate believed something more simple; f*ck that, get out of the rain.

Nate stood and slid his hand to Mia’s back. He tightened his hand to her shirt. He looked down and his eyes went to her tits. Her shirt was up enough to barely show something good, but was all there. The shirt was tight, her body was tight, and it was f*cking killing Nate.

“You stay with me,” he ordered her. “Or else you’ll end up dead.”