Steel Temptation (Back Down Devil MC #6)(4)

“What a mess,” Nate whispered.

He found Griffin sitting on his motorcycle, ready to ride.

“Clubhouse,” Griffin said.

“Talking tonight?”

“No. I need a drink.”

“I need a woman,” Nate said. “Bad.”

“Good for you, Nate.”

They rode back to the clubhouse, Griffin in the lead. Speeding through town as a way to burn off rage and fear. Because they were a mixed up, f*cked up combo to live with.

When they got back to the clubhouse, Griffin went in and went for the bar. Nate followed and watched as Griffin demanded a bottle. Not a shot, but a bottle.

I know the feeling, brother.

The prospect behind the bar took the chance of questioning Griffin. While Griffin may have been a little thicker than the rest of the guys, he was tough as nails. One right fist sent the damn prospect flying back, hitting the wall. Griffin then took out his gun and pointed it at the young guy.

“Get me the f*cking bottle.”

The prospect muttered a yes, sir with a swollen, bloody nose and wide eyes.

“Hey, what’s up with him?”

Nate turned and saw Blaine standing, leaning into a pool stick.

“Bad night,” Nate said. “Truth hurts.”

“Truth? Pfff… you want the truth?” Blaine leaned closer, wobbling from being drunk. “My cock is stiff as f*ck. I’ve came three times so far and it’s still hard. What the f*ck…”

“What the f*ck is right,” Nate said. “I don’t need to know a thing about your dick. Can you maybe point to someone you haven’t come on or inside tonight?”

Blaine laughed. “About time you get that pencil of yours wet.”

“Pencil?” Nate asked. “Are you kidding me?”

“Whip it out,” Blaine said, looking too eager to see another guy’s dick. “Right now.” Blaine dropped the pool stick. He leaned against a pool table and unzipped his jeans.

As he stuck his hand into his own jeans, Nate walked away, shaking his head.

“Scared?” Blaine called out.

Nate lifted the middle finger and kept walking. He took notice of a woman sitting on the edge of one of the pool tables, legs crossed, Back Down Devil shirt on her, extra tight. She looked at him and that sealed the deal as far as Nate was concerned.

There was only one question to ask.

“Blaine come near you tonight?” he asked.

“Hello to you too.”

“You know why you’re here. So answer my question.”

She inched from the pool table and put her legs around Nate and pulled. “No. He’s been sniffing me all night. I’ve been f*cking with him though.”

“Oh yeah, why?”

“Because I’ve been waiting for you, Nate,” she said with a sly grin. She touched his cheek and then ran her pointer finger across his bottom lip.

“You know me?”

“I know everything I need to know for tonight.”

“What the f*ck does that mean?”

She got closer and nibbled on his ear. “I’m your gift… from Miller. You have until sunrise to do whatever the hell you want. Nothing… Nate, listen to this carefully… nothing is off limits.”

The woman then leaned back and looked at her blood red fingernails.

She was cocky. She was beautiful.

She was paid to be there.

Nate smiled. He looked to the bar and caught eyes with Miller. Miller gave a quick nod and lifted a shot glass.

Cheers.

Nate slipped an arm around the woman’s back and kissed her neck. He trailed up to her mouth and kept less than an inch from her. “Sweetheart, I don’t know who you are. I don’t really give a shit either. But tomorrow, I can promise you one thing. You won’t be able to walk out of here.”

“Good,” she purred back. “I hate doing the walk of shame. Even with money in my pocket.”

Before Nate could think of anything else to say, she kissed him.

It wasn’t good, but it wasn’t bad.

At least it would take everything away… if only for one night.





three.



Mia knew the drill. When the call came, there was work. With work came money, and who the hell didn’t want more money? She never intended her life to revolve around such greed. Hell, there were times when she wondered why she didn’t just sleep with him. Then she could ransom his life, his career, for a big paycheck and then just disappear.

After all, he wasn’t actually her uncle. He was her stepuncle. Yeah, it was a little nasty to think about, but Mia’s life was nasty. From her shit apartment and roommate that never cleaned - or paid rent - to the past that made the stepping stones for the present ,that had her standing at her uncle’s backdoor.

She wasn’t allowed to use the front door because the neighborhood was too prestigious to have someone like Mia there. That meant she had to park down the street and do her best to sneak around. This was the plan. This was how it always went.

Once properly welcomed and checked to make sure she wasn’t high or anything, then her uncle would let her park the car in the driveway. Well, as long as the car wasn’t a total piece of shit. Her uncle told her there was a settling image about him helping his niece. You know, since she was going to law school and whatnot.