Steel Temptation (Back Down Devil MC #6)(17)

Nate crouched down. He made a fist with one hand and put his other hand over the fist. He gritted his teeth. “No, babe, that’s where you’re wrong. The law… there is no law here.”

Mia tried to stare back without being afraid. Looking at Nate made her feel warm. The clamps on her wrists were so damn tight. She wanted to pull. Scream. Fight. Attack. Get loose and climb on top of Nate.

Stop it. He’s going to hurt you.

“Look,” Nate said. “You have two choices. You either talk to me or talk to my guys. Either way, we’ll get what we want.”

“Which is what? Me dead?”

“If that’s what you deserve,” Nate said.

His eyes were cold, deadly, f*cking beautiful though.

Mia sat against the wall. She put her hands to her legs. With a deep exhale, her eyes filled with tears. The emotion of the day caught up to her. She had thought she’d be working one of Uncle Jake’s parties and that was it. Then he said to just follow the bikers. See what they were doing. He warned her that they were crazy. But Mia never guessed this.

“Look at me, babe,” Nate ordered.

Mia looked at him. He reached forward with both hands and wiped the tears off her cheeks. He then left his right hand lingering on her face.

“You’re on borrowed time right now,” Nate said. “My advice is to start talking.”

“Ask me something,” Mia said.

Nate took a few seconds and then dropped down to his ass. Knees bent. Looking even hotter now that he was down at Mia’s level.

“You were told to follow us?” Nate asked.

“Yes.”

“You have nothing against Back Down Devil?”

“No.”

“You’re not with another crew or anything?”

Mia shook her head. “No. I’m just me.”

“I’ve never seen you before. Not around town.”

“I come around when needed.”

“And what are you needed for?”

Mia swallowed hard. “Nothing good.”

“Yeah, obviously. So what do you do? Strip?”

“No. I don’t strip. I work behind the bar at a strip club.”

“You could make more stripping.”

“Is that why I’m chained to a wall? A bad career choice?”

Nate grinned. “Yeah, I guess so. You were following us. Why? What did you want to see?”

“What you were doing. Where you were going.”

“Why?”

Mia shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know.”

“Yeah, you do. Why?”

“I wasn’t given a reason.”

“By the person who sent you.”

“Exactly.”

“So… that leads to the obvious question. Who had you follow us?”

That’s when Mia went silent. She lowered her head.

Nate touched her chin and forced her to look up at him. He was shaking his head. “Don’t start closing up now.”

“Nate…”

“If you don’t give me everything I want, they’re going to kill you. I’m going to kill you.”

“You know I’m innocent.”

“But we need answers or a body to get answers.”

“Jesus.”

“Yeah.”

“What are you going to do after I tell you?”

“Truthfully? You’re getting set free tomorrow. Back to your car. We’re going to follow you and then you’re going to come back to us. You’re going to earn trust around here.”

“You trust me though.”

“I never said that.”

“I can see it in your eyes,” Mia said.

“You can’t see shit in my eyes.”

“Then what are you thinking?”

“What your tits look like,” Nate said. “About tearing those jeans off your body and seeing what color panties you’re wearing. Then rip those f*cking panties right off your body and get between those legs. Is that what you want to hear?”

Mia hated to admit it, but she liked hearing it. She didn’t need some story from a wealthy guy about his car, summer house, or yacht. The dirty words coming from Nate’s dirty mouth made her wet. And yet she was still chained to a wall. And yet her life was still in the balance.

“Give me everything,” Nate said.

“Red.”

“Red? What the f*ck…”

“My panties. They’re red. Look if you want.”

Mia teased Nate as she lifted herself a little off the ground. Nate reached forward and touched the top of her jeans. When his bare fingers touched her bare skin, she shivered. Everything began tight, hard, and between her legs she was an uncomfortable mess. She tried to control her breathing to not give away how turned on she was.

Nate pulled at the top of her jeans and saw her panties. Red.

“Okay,” Nate said. “The rest?”

“My uncle,” Mia confessed.

“Who is your uncle?”

“Jake. A judge. You…”

“Fuck,” Nate growled. He stood up. “Your uncle is the judge?”

“The judge?” Mia asked.

Nate ran a hand through his hair. He then pulled out his gun.