Steel Temptation (Back Down Devil MC #6)(14)

“I don’t follow any of it.”

“Then why the f*ck were you tailing us?”

Mia’s face turned to stone. Of course it did. She was going to be the tightlipped criminal, right?

Nate shook his head. “The longer you wait, the worse it’ll get. Now move.”

Nate didn’t mind being rough with Mia. He had to remind himself that she was exactly the kind of bitch Miller warned the guys about. It had been a wonder the club wasn’t f*cked with yet by a woman. It wouldn’t take much more than a nice pair of tits and open legs to get attention from anyone in the MC.

But Mia wasn’t that at all.

That’s what made it confusing.

Nate had Mia’s hands behind her back, gripping her wrists with one big hand. He walked her, his other hand flirting with the front of her body, worried that she was going to trip or try and get away. Or maybe he just wanted to touch her.

The walk down the ramp to the underground garage was a shit walk. Everyone who took that walk never saw the light of day again. There had been a lot of blood spilled down there. Guys strung up and gutted. Beaten over the course of days. Real dirty stuff. But there had never been a woman down there. There had never been a need for it.

Until now.

Nate shook his head as he punched in the code to open the garage. The old metal made a grinding sound and the concrete ground gently rumbled. Once opened, Nate pushed Mia, f*cking with her as she stumbled forward and then he pulled her back hard, letting her crash into his chest.

Fuck, he could lead her on right now. Tell her that if she f*cked him or sucked him off he’d let her go. Blaine would do it. Blaine would have already done it by now. Hell, any of the guys would do it.

Nate looked over his shoulder and felt that jealous ping again.

What if one of the guys did that to her? Came down and sat next to her. Made false promises so they could get their dick sucked.

“Fuck,” Nate growled.

“What’s wrong?” Mia asked.

Nate didn’t respond.

He couldn’t let that happen to Mia. Even if she was a bitch.

He opened the second door and pushed, letting her go. She flew forward and went down to her knees.Nate resisted helping her and stood there, arms crossed.

“Now what?” Mia asked as she looked back.

On her hands and knees… so tempting…

“Shut up,” Nate said. “You’re getting chained for now. I have a meeting. I’m going to try and help you as much as I can. Under two conditions. You don’t f*ck around in here. And you don’t f*cking lie to me.”

Mia nodded. “Okay.”

Nate stepped forward and crouched down. He put a hand out and Mia took it. He pulled at her. His other hand touched her face. “You were following me?”

“Yeah,” Mia said.

“Someone put you up to it.”

“Yeah.”

“Another crew?”

“I don’t know what that means.”

Nate gritted his teeth. “Another motorcycle club?”

“No,” Mia said. “I swear.”

“Someone we know?”

“I don’t know. Honestly.”

Nate heard the sounds of chains clanging together as the prospects approached the room. Terror filled Mia’s face.

“Please,” she whispered. “I never meant…”

Nate put a finger to her lips. “You don’t beg unless I tell you to beg. You’re going to keep quiet until I come get you.”

“Am I free then?” Mia asked, her eyes big and hopeful.

“Babe, I don’t think you’ve ever been free in your life,” Nate said.

He then stood up and backed away from her.

He stood there and supervised the prospects as they chained her to the wall. He made sure she was secure but not hurt. She did this to herself. Nobody f*cked with Back Down Devil. No matter how beautiful…

Nate left the underground garage and ran to the clubhouse. He busted into the meeting room and took his seat. There was already a heated conversation between Jace and Griffin.

“Just kill her when we’re done,” Griffin said. “This is a no brainer.”

“Wait,” Blaine said as he put a hand out, a cigarette between his ring filled fingers. He cocked an eyebrow. “What do you mean by done? Because I want a shot at her. Man, that body looks tight. Get it?”

“This is what we’re talking about?” Nate asked.

“No,” Miller said. “Everyone shut the f*ck up.” He rose from his chair. “We’re under attack. I’m not wasting time on words. We’re under attack every f*cking day, I get that. This is deeper. Maybe everything we’ve known is wrong. We have no friends. But those we trust are turning their backs. Griffin, I appreciate your input on the bitch’s fate. And Blaine, we all know you want to f*ck her. You want to f*ck everything. You probably would f*ck half the guys at this table.”

A chuckling murmur broke out.

“Whoa, whoa,” Blaine said. “That would take a lot of whiskey… and not many of you ugly f*cks could handle me.”

“Jesus Christ,” Gaige said. “He’s thinking about it right now.”

“My ass still hurts,” Blaine said. “Did one of you…”