Steel Temptation (Back Down Devil MC #6)(16)

“What the f*ck is your problem, bitch?” one asked.

“Let me out,” Mia yelled. “Right now. You can’t do this.”

“Fuck you,” the other said. “We are doing this. You’re ours.”

“Hey, if she doesn’t shut up, we could make her shut up.”

“Yeah, yeah. Unzip my jeans… reach inside…”

“Fuck you,” Mia said. “You’re not even real members.”

Wrong thing to say.

The two bikers charged at Mia. She had no way to defend herself.

The first guy put the gun to the top of her head. “I’ll pull the trigger, bitch.”

“Then do it,” Mia tempted. “I don’t care. You’ll never get a thing from me then. If I’m dead.”

“Bro, she’s right,” the second guy said. “We can’t kill her.”

“Right,” the first guy said. “But I can make her take care of me…”

As he touched his pants, Mia kicked at him. The heel of her foot crashed between his legs. He screamed and jumped back, almost falling.

Mia saw the second guy getting ready to swing his gun like a baseball bat. She cringed, bracing herself for what would certainly be a jawbreaking smack to the mouth.

“You bitch.”

Mia shut her eyes.

Then she heard, “Don’t f*cking think about it.”

When she opened her eyes, Nate was there. He charged at the guy with the gun and grabbed him by the shoulder. Spinning him around, Nate threw a punch and sent the guy flying back into the wall. He dropped his gun and just stood there, in shock. Nate charged and had a hand to the guy’s throat.

“What the f*ck just happened?”

“She fought,” the guy struggled to say. “And, and, Johnny was getting her calm. She kicked him in the balls…”

Nate looked at Mia. “I told you to stay calm. Wait for me.”

“I’m sorry,” Mia said. “He put the gun to my head. Then he touched himself.”

“What?” Nate growled.

He spun around. The guy behind him fell.

Nate went after the first guy, Johnny. He ripped the gun from Johnny’s hand and put it to his head. He walked Johnny back to the wall.

“You f*cking put a gun to her head?” Nate asked.

“She was…”

Nate had the guy against the other wall.

It was an amazing sight for Mia to see. This big and powerful biker commanded two people at the same time. One guy against the wall, able to move if he wanted to, but too afraid to do so. The other guy with a gun against his head, begged Nate to ease up.

“You had your hand on your pants?” he asked. “What were you going to do to her? Take advantage of a woman? You f*cking piece of shit. Is that what we do here?”

“Nate, bro…”

“Don’t call me bro,” Nate said. “You’re shit to me.”

“She kicked me in the balls.”

“I don’t care. You had orders. She had orders. Everyone will be punished.”

“Punished?” Johnny asked.

“Yeah. I’m going to put a bullet in your head.”

“Jesus Christ, no,” Johnny said.

Mia pushed back against the wall, trying to prepare herself for the sight of someone being killed. Her life had shown her some dark shit, including a dead body here and there, but she never saw someone get killed.

Before Nate could pull the trigger, Johnny started to piss himself.

The dark spot on his jeans grew and grew as he held his eyes shut and turned his head. Nate stepped away from Johnny and offered him the gun back.

“There,” Nate said. “I’m done now. Get the f*ck out of here. Both of you.”

The two men wasted no time in leaving the room. They shut the door. For a second, Mia wanted to feel relieved, but then she remembered who she was with right now. Alone with Nate. The guy who had pointed a gun at her, held her wrists, made her come with him.

He approached her, hooked his thumbs into the pockets of his jeans. Looking down at her, he asked, “You okay?”

“I’m chained to a f*cking wall.”

“Other than that?”

“Fuck off.”

“Tough words.”

Mia spit, imagining a world where she could reach Nate’s face from the angle and distance. Her spit hit the bottom of his leather cut.

Nate nodded. “I’m the reason you’re still alive.”

“Oh?”

“They wanted to vote you dead. I stood up for you.”

“Thanks then,” Mia said. She looked away.

She couldn’t look at Nate. Christ, he was too sexy. That dirty, scruffy look was perfected by him. A complete opposite to all the brass and fancy guys that came into the club night after night. The smooth guys would tell Mia they’d rather take her home since they’d seen the other women naked. Those guys did nothing for her though. They were completely fake.

Nate… was far too real.

“You ready to start talking?” Nate asked.

“Anyone else going to try and take advantage of me? Or kill me?”

“Maybe.”

“This is wrong. You can’t get away with it.”